To Ne'er Come Down Again

The first rays of light crept into Anon’s room, causing him to squirm and turn away from the window. Beneath his thin blanket, atop the bed, his unconscious mind nagged at him. Though he was by no means awake, some part of him recognized that something was amiss. There shouldn’t have been a large, soft thing wriggling against his back, yet there was. It was only when a slender foreleg wrapped around his chest was he fully shaken from his slumber.

He’d slept like a brick, which did little to help his mental faculties solve the predicament he’d found himself in. Blinking rapidly, he glanced down at the limb softly clutching him. Covered in black hide, marred by cavities and small hollows, the leg slightly resembled that of a pony’s, although it was anything but. Staring down at the appendage, a contented hum behind him caused him to start.

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. The evening prior, he’d been invited to the Castle of Friendship by Twilight Sparkle to meet some esteemed guest of the Princess. Hoping for a free meal and the infinitesimally small possibility of rubbing elbows with somebody interesting, he’d been baited into what had to be the most debased trap imaginable. What was supposed to be a quaint meal had turned into a debauched breeding session between himself and the freshly released Queen Chrysalis.

It wasn’t like he’d planned on bedding the infamous changeling Matriarch, yet it hadn’t taken long for the provocative creature to tempt him into a rather carnal affair. After the very inappropriate cultural exchange, which just so happened to destroy one of his favorite shirts, he was deposited back in his apartment with the sated and comatose shapeshifter.

He didn’t remember much after returning home, although he did vaguely recall taking a shower and easing himself into bed. The entire ordeal had left him oddly tired and lethargic, leaving him to collapse into a deep, dreamless sleep. Despite the preternaturally sound slumber and the momentary confusion of waking up to an evil villain snuggled against him, he actually felt great - still, that did little to address his problem.

Outside of the stories he’d heard about Chrysalis, he knew next to nothing about her - therefore, he wasn’t sure how best to handle the situation. Twilight had offered to give him a hefty stipend to room with the deposed Matriarch, yet she’d failed to give him any insight on how to deal with his newfound guest. He did have some fundamental knowledge on unreformed changelings, namely that they feasted on love and were generally ill tempered, but that was about it.

Running wasn’t an option, since they were in his apartment, which left him with only one reasonable choice. Slowly fidgeting in place, he turned to face the snoozing bug-horse beside him. Gently waking her up seemed like a logical start to the day, so he went with his gut and put his hastily laid plan into motion. Turning his head and facing her, he was greeted by one cat-like, harlequin eye staring at him.

“I didn’t say you could move…” she grumbled, retracting her foreleg from around his torso.

At a loss, Anon pursed his lips. “Morning.”

Dismissing his greeting, Chrysalis pushed herself up and got to her hooves. Surveying his room, with an indignant expression plastered on her face, her eyes eventually came to settle on the man. “Where are we, hyu-man? Is this some trick by that loathsome Twilight Sparkle or her insipid friend Starlight Glimmer?”

“So, uh…” he trailed off, trying and failing to think of a way to explain the bizarre circumstances. “Yeah, this is my apartment. Twilight said that you can stay here with me for a while.”

“And you crept into my bed to accost me while I slept?” she sneered, recoiling slightly. “You are no better than a beast!”

Screwing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose, Anon could already feel a headache coming on. “No. For starters, I only have one bed and it’s mine. Secondly, you’re the one who came onto me like a drunken freshman at sorority night!” he admonished, keeping his tone low.

“Yet you didn’t stop yourself from savoring me, my little banquet,” Chrysalis chuckled.

As he felt the blanket unveiling his lower half, his eyes flew open. Licking her chops, hungrily staring at his groin, the Queen pulled the linens down his body. Thankfully, he was able to grab the cover and keep himself from being exposed by his guest. It’d been bad enough that he’d caved to his impulses and screwed her, but the ravenous look in her eye made him feel downright sheepish; to her, he was little more than a prime cut of meat.

As unsettling as the notion of being an entree was, it reminded him of his dire predicament. Being paid to cohabitate with the villain was a boon, true, although that was only one reason he’d agreed to Twilight’s offer. Evildoer or not, he didn’t want to be accountable for Chrysalis being petrified again. She might be big, bad, and possibly suffering from some sort of narcissistic psychosis, but she didn’t deserve to spend eternity as a statue!

Clutching his blanket in one hand, he raised a finger and glared up at the shapeshifter. “First of all, we need to set some ground rules here.”

“How droll. The hyu-man thinks he can dictate to a Queen,” Chrysalis scoffed and rolled her eyes, “please…”

“Do you want to get imprisoned again?” Anon countered. “Because if you do, all you need to do is fly right out that window,” he continued, pointing to the

“So it is a trap,” she hissed, crouching and peering at the glassy portal.

Burying his face in his hands, the man steadily shook his head. “It’s not a trap, I’m just telling you that you would be caught. Twilight said that this is your one chance of getting and staying free. If you don’t want to become a roosting spot for pigeons, you’ll have to behave.”

Chrysalis paused and squinted down at him. “What’s in it for me?”

Leering at the changeling in disbelief, Anon’s mouth hung open for a moment. “Your freedom! Come on, is it that hard?!”

“You would have me believe that I will live with a hyu-man, avoid terrorizing the public, and share a bed with you?” she mockingly laughed, flipping the mane from her face. “Preposterous, I’ll do no such thing.”

“I do have a couch in the living room,” he muttered.

“Thank you for volunteering to take the more pedestrian option, that’s very sweet of you,” Chrysalis hummed, patting his shoulder and hopping from the bed. Without a care in the world, heedless of her host, she hopped from the bed and trotted out of the room.

Scrunching his nose, Anon leapt from the mattress, remembered he was only wearing a pair of boxers, and scrambled to find some clothes. Even though the waspish shapeshifter had seen him buck naked, he wasn’t about to go chasing after her in his undies. Grabbing a dubiously clean pair of gym shorts and a tank top, he dressed himself and gave pursuit.

“And you expect me to live in this...this squalor?” Chrysalis loudly groused, from the direction of his living room.

“Come on, it’s not that bad!” he lamented, rounding the corner and finding her by his recliner.

Peeking over at him, she shook her head. “Well, if nothing else, your little hovel does have a certain cave-like charm to it. Tell me, are your kind normally troglodytic?”

“Listen,” Anon groaned, doing his damnedest not to lose his temper, “it’s the best I can afford, alright?” Suddenly feeling self conscious, he snatched up an empty grocery bag and started to tidy up. “For the record, no, we don’t usually live in caves, but I do think that would be kind of neat.”

Leaving the man to his efforts and sauntering into the kitchen, Chrysalis continued through his abode. “Yes, the scullery, how quaint…”

“Will you stop just snooping around my apartment?!” Anon protested. Abandoning his efforts, he chased after her. Unfortunately, he nearly ran into her as he dashed into his kitchen. “I would have given you a tour, you know, if you’d asked.”

Ignoring him, she proceeded to the fridge and pulled at the door - that was, until the man reached out and held it closed. “I’m hungry,” she declared, tugging fruitlessly at the handle.

“I’ll make us breakfast, after you take a shower. Come on, considering what we did last night, I know you’ve got to be feeling kind of grimy,” he explained.

Relaxing his grip on the door and trying to sound cheerful, he smiled down at her. Since he’d had several glimpses of her backside, he was painfully aware of the dried remnants of their rather salacious encounter on her rump and inner thigh. How or why she wasn’t bothered by the mess, he couldn’t say; all he knew was that he wasn’t about to have a crusty bug ass dirtying one of the two chairs at his kitchen table.

Without skipping a beat, maintaining eye contact with him, Chrysalis flung the fridge open and peered inside. Appraising the interior for a moment, her lip curled in disdain. “Is this all you have?!” she nagged, noting the lack of culinary choices. “Do you expect me to eat cold spaghetti or - ugh - chicken eggs?”

The complaint about his provisions, coupled with her rebellious intrusion into his refrigerator, was the final straw. Knitting his brow, he leaned over, scooped her up, and held her to his chest. “You are going to take a shower - if you do, I’ll go pick up some groceries,” he grunted, holding the obstinate shapeshifter to himself.

“Unhand me you brute!” she bleated, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp.

“No way in hell, Queenie,” he murmured. Trudging through his apartment, weathering the storm of hooves and buzzing wings, he stomped into his bathroom.

It was odd - while she wasn’t that much smaller than himself, the shapeshifter was remarkably light and none too strong. If he had to guess, changeling evolution had left the species as masters of subterfuge and flight, although their physical strength and overall mass wasn’t terribly impressive. Kicking the restroom door closed behind himself, he gingerly plopped his unruly cargo to the floor.

“There,” he insisted, pointing to the tub, “shower.”

“And if I refuse?” she petulantly huffed, standing tall and defiantly stamping a hoof.

“Don’t tempt me, I’m not above washing you,” Anon rebuked.

Crossing his arms over his chest, attempting to look as imposing as possible, a notion struck him - she hadn’t attempted to transform or use her magic. Even if he was stronger and slightly larger than her, there was nothing stopping her from metamorphosing into something far more imposing or possibly blasted him with her sorcery. Bending over, bringing himself to her eye level, he squinted over at her.

“You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” he sighed.

Though it was subtle, her pupils dilated slightly and the corners of her lips turned up ever so faintly. Turning away, flipping her tail into his face, she stepped towards the tub. “Minion, I require pancakes. I hope to find you in the kitchen, by the time I’m finished with my shower.”

“Only if you change the bed sheets once you’re done,” he said, straightening up.

“You would reduce me to some paltry maid?!” Chrysalis barked, scowling back at him.

Weighing his options, Anon steeled his resolve. She may have been royalty, but she was in his damn house - as such, he wasn’t about to bend a knee to her every request. “Yeah, them’s the breaks. I’ll go get stuff for flapjacks and start making us something to eat. I won’t be gone for long, so don’t go fucking up my apartment,” he sighed.

Seeing himself out and pulling the door closed before she could object, he moved into his living room and grabbed his wallet. While he wasn’t exactly comfortable with leaving her alone, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Though he had the day off work, there were a few things he needed to pick up from the store and he didn’t really have a choice about going out - sure, he could have insisted on dragging her along, although that may have ended disastrously.

Seeing himself out, after donning a pair of sandals, he walked through town. Truth be told, the bits he’d gotten from Twilight were a massive windfall. He made enough working at the bowling alley to get by, but the additional funding meant he could get some choice snacks and restock his larder. Pleased that he’d be able to make a batch of chocolate chip pancakes, coincidentally a favorite of his, he strolled through the cool morning air.

His trip to the shop was uneventful and took him less than half an hour. With grocery bags hanging from both arms, he plodded back home. His donation from the Princess left him with more than enough to get supplies, yet he’d rather save the remainder. He wasn’t sure what sort of appetite unreformed changelings had, so being a bit frugal wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Fortunately, upon reentering his apartment, he found the place was untouched. Interestingly enough, there was no sign of his guest. “I’m home. If you’re done, I’ll be in the kitchen,” he shouted.

Without hearing a response, he moved through his apartment and to his fridge. On the slim chance that Chrysalis had fled, she ultimately wasn’t his problem. If Twilight thought it was a good idea to throw a lustful ne'er-do-well into his life, she could figure out how to deal with any escape attempts. All he’d been told was that he was a potential way to rehabilitate the villain - whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

Stowing his goods, he set himself to task. Whipping up a quick batter, while his largest skillet heated on the range, a series of clip-clopping hooffalls approached from behind him. Without looking back, he sidled over and snipped open the bag of chocolate chips.

“Hyu-man, why do you have so many clothes? The wide assortment of conservative garments in your room confuses and infuriates me,” Chrysalis chided, as she repositioned a chair.

“Two reasons. First of all, we don’t have particularly thick skin or warm hide, so we’ve got to protect ourselves from the elements - secondly, our society is typically more modest,” he explained, ladling two large dollops of batter into the pan.

“This won’t do at all. I won’t have my concubine traipsing around my person while concealed behind such abhorrent attire,” she clucked. “Strip…”

Wheeling around to face her, Anon affixed the aloof bug-horse with a grimace. “You seriously expect me to cook breakfast naked?”

“Fine,” Chrysalis whined, rolling her head to the side, “you can wear an apron, but that’s it.”

A number of questions assaulted Anon and he wasn’t sure which took precedence. Even if he didn’t acquiesce, her request had him curious. “Do you think I’m hot or something?”

“You’re attractive enough,” she flippantly responded. “Large, relatively imposing, decent build - yes, certainly superior than those feeble pony stallions.”

Anon’s cheeks darkened, as he processed the pseudo-complement. Metamorphic malefactor or not, it was the first bit of flattery he’d ever gotten from one of Equestria’s denizens and left him speechless. While he didn’t consider himself an exhibitionist, the fact that she wanted to see him naked sent a certain thrill through him. Reaching up, he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head.

“Good,” she purred, watching him set the article on the counter. “Now the pants. Please don’t rush, I wish to whet my appetite with your show.”

Having never put on a strip tease for anyone, Anon tried his best to entertain her. With a faltering smile plastered on his face, he leaned forward, hooked his thumbs over the waistband of his shorts, and hauled the garment down his legs. As the article fell to the floor, he stood and placed his hands on his bare hips.

“Adequate, but you lack technique. Now then, continue with my meal; I’d hate for you to burn my breakfast,” she remarked, waving a hoof at him.

Turning back to face the stove, he sprinkled a handful of the chocolate chips into each pancake before flipping them. As strange as it sounded, being nude was oddly liberating; it wasn’t uncommon for him to wear next to nothing around the house, while home alone, but having
somebody casually watching him was yet another first. Stepping over to the fridge, he retrieved a bottle of orange juice and a can of whipped cream.

“You like this, don’t you?” Chrysalis tittered, flashing a toothy grin at him.

Moving back to plate the flapjacks, Anon shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like most creatures in Equestria don’t go around in the buff. It’s not that weird, if you frame it right, I guess.”

“Mmmmm...Quite right. Though, to be fair, it’s not like stallions typically walk around with their equipment proudly on display,” she noted.

It was only then that he noticed what held her attention. Her eyes were glued squarely on his semi-flaccid manhood, while a bead of saliva crept from the corner of her mouth. Despite having made her the breakfast she’d asked for, he was painfully aware that she may consider him as part of the menu. Setting the plate of pancakes before her, he attempted to lighten the mood.

“And I didn’t even burn our breakfast,” he stated.

Glancing over at the steaming short stack, Chrysalis incredulously raised a brow. “So it would seem, although that’s not your breakfast.”

“How not? I made enough for…” Anon fell silent, as the Queen leaned back in her chair, parted her hind legs, and exposed her absolutely drenched marehood.

Reaching between her thighs, the changeling affectionately caressed her meaty, slavering mound. “Nice and juicy, just what a growing hyu-man needs,” she crooned. Lifting her forelegs and draping them over the low backrest, she slid her rump forward and to the very edge of the seat. “Come now, little minion, I’d hate for it to get cold…”

The sight of seeing a pony seated in such an unnatural looking position was eclipsed entirely by the profoundly depraved nonchalance of it all. Not only was the view extraordinarily arousing, but the shapeshifter’s indifferent, domineering attitude made the entire situation one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. She hadn’t asked him to get down and eat her out - no, she’d told him to do so.

His momentary hesitation didn’t go unnoticed, prompting her to heavily sigh. “If you’re a good hyu-man, I’ll allow you to pick your dessert.”

“Dessert?” he repeated, looking to her face in confusion.

“Yes, dessert. Would you prefer to glaze me like a freshly baked pastry or would you rather fill me with that delectable cream of yours?” she cooed. Beneath her heavily lidded eyes, each glimmering with mischief and sinful desire, her snake-like tongue passed over her lips.

Anon wasn’t sure which exact element of the circumstances caused him to cave, but cave he did. Sinking to his knees, he rested his hands on her thighs and shuffled forward. The entire thing was like something out of a porno shoot and he felt like the star - well, no, not the star, but definitely the co-star. Leaning forward, bringing his face to her loins, the hot, ambrosial scent of her sex greeted him.

Licking his chops, he set upon her nethers like a starved mongrel. She didn’t moan in ecstasy, nor did she cry out in bliss; she simply hummed contentedly and stroked his hair. Lapping at her snatch, occasionally plunging his tongue into her depths, she winked against his lips. The thought of bringing pleasure to such a sensual female was enough to spur him onward, further fueling his amorous desires.

“Yes,” she approvingly hissed, tugging at his head and burying his face in her groin, “right there.”

The cloying, tart flavor of her marehood, her musk, the sensation of her soft, lower lips pressed against his - they were too much to bear. Wrapping one arm around her lower back, while he slowly reached for his crotch, he pulled her to himself. He’d thought she’d appreciate his enthusiasm, although he was quickly proven wrong. Placing her hooves on his shoulders, he found himself being gently pushed away.

“Now, now - let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she tutted, drawing his attention upward. “It would be a waste for these pancakes you made to get cold. Unless…”

“Unless what?” he asked, with the tang of her sex dancing over his taste buds.

“Unless you had something else in mind. You’re so much bigger and more powerful than I! How could a defenseless, little changeling like myself ever hope to stop a sexual titan of your caliber? Why, if you chose to pin me against a wall and rut me like your personal broodmare, there’d be nothing I could do…” she whispered, dropping her gaze.

It was an act - it had to be an act. Not five minutes ago, she’d been coming on to him like a horney teenager - now, at the drop of a hat, she was some dainty, vulnerable creature. Torn between the thoroughly stoked flames of his lust and his better judgement not to fall into a trap, he was stricken by inspiration. Be it from a stroke of genius, keen instincts, or sheer dumb luck, her mention of broodmare gave him an idea.

“Well then,” he began, steadily standing and lifting his face to hers, “if my little love bug wants to eat her breakfast in peace, who am I to stop her.” With that, he sweetly clutched her head and gave her a dainty kiss on the lips. If she thought she was the only one who could play the seduction game, she was dead wrong.

With a spontaneous shiver, her eyes widened in surprise. “Well...I - uh - I mean…”

“Yes, dear?” he lovingly inquired, standing to his full height and leaving his waist at nearly her eye level.

Chrysalis’ stunned expression was downright priceless. With her mouth agape, her eyes flitted between his turgid manhood and his smug face. Though Anon had only known her for less than a day, it was clear that his actions had caught her off guard. Turning away and abandoning her at the table, the man stepped over to the counter and spun around to face her.

“Unlike the pancakes,” he chortled, slowly stroking himself with one hand, “this meal is self-serve.”

Staring over at him, Chrysalis’ lip curled in contempt. “You would dare attempt to turn the tables on me - ME?!? I am Queen Chrysalis, ruler of the changelings! What makes you think some mere hyu-man could entice me?!?”

Shaking his head and playing it cool, he lowered his gaze. “Didn’t hear you complaining last night - you know, when I fucked you into a coma. If I didn’t know better, I’d - Hmmph?!”

Before he could even finish his impromptu taunting, Chrysalis flung herself across the kitchen and crashed against him. The assault was so sudden and jarring that it sent him slamming back against the counter - only barely leaving him standing. Her upper limbs held him firmly, clasping around his neck and chest, while her lower legs wrapped around his waist.

“Shut up!” she barked, pulling him into a deep kiss. Jamming her long, sinuous tongue into his mouth, groaning deeply, she almost instantly pulled away.

“You shut up!” Anon interrupted. Holding her tightly, he pressed his lips to hers.

In all Anon’s years, he couldn’t say he’d ever seen someone instantly flip from being sensually provocative to irately horny. He’d heard tales about crazy chicks before, but be damned if he thought he’d ever wind up shacking up with one - and a four legged, shapeshifting one at that! Cradling her rump, while his tongue warred with hers, he slapped one shapely cheek.

Whether or not Chrysalis considered the playful slap a prompt or a tease, Anon wasn’t sure; all he knew was that she contorted her body and brought her entrance to the tip of his length. It was especially disconcerting because there was no way a pony could have pulled off the maneuver. With preternatural aim and pliability, she sheathed his cock in the hot confines of her drooling marehood.

The taut, slick depths of her sex were astounding, clenching around his shaft. Not to be outdone, he bucked his hips and drove into her. Her eyelids fluttered and she trembled in his grasp, fueling his passion to sate her. If she wanted to feast on his love - by Celestia, he’d give her a meal she wouldn’t soon forget.

As he found his footing and started thrusting into her, the Queen reciprocated; greedily kissing him, she rocked her waist forward and back to meet his plunges. As the pair moved with increasing speed and force, each seeking to match the other’s ferocity, Anon reached back and pushed himself away from the counter. Screwing while standing was hot to watch, but he’d had no way of knowing it would be as tricky as it was.

Cracking one eye open, he peeked past her cerulean mane and towards the living room. Mercifully, his lover’s positioning allowed him some freedom of movement. One foot slid forward, followed by the other, before he was hobbling into his den. If he could make it to the sofa, he felt relatively sure they would both be a little more comfortable.

“You won’t get away that easily,” she growled, retracting her head and nibbling his jaw.

Glancing to the table, Anon staved off the temptation to plow her in the kitchen - not just because it would make one hell of a mess, but because he’d more than likely break his plates and ruin the pancakes. Continuing on his short exodus, periodically ramming his dick into his parasitic partner, he soldiered on. Apparently happy to pick up the slack, she gyrated and pistoned herself on his tool.

It was only when he reached the edge of the sofa did Anon realize he had a decision to make; he could lay Chrysalis down and rail her out or he could roll the dice and see how much initiative she really had. Turning his head and barely concealing his smirk, he twisted in place and fell back onto the couch. With his mate effectively straddling him, while he reclined lengthwise on the piece of furniture, he brushed the hair from her face.

“Giddy-up,” he grunted, issuing a second spank to her supple backside.

Releasing his back and neck, pressing her hooves to either side of his head, she began to eagerly buck her hips. Licking her way up his neck and to his side of his head, her tongue flicked into his ear. Clamping down around the base of his shaft, she paused and triumphantly wiggled her tush.

“Mmmmmm...Your passion is sumptuous,” she breathed.

Not knowing how to follow up the compliment, Anon did the first thing that came to mind. Looking up at her, while his hands wandered up to her waist, he pecked her nose and started thrusting. As his balls slapped against her behind, he peered into her brilliant eyes. Wickedly narcissistic, perverse, and forward though she may be, there was something something distinctly captivating about her. Strangely enough, under his gaze, she blushed.

Looking away, her motions slowed. “What?”

He smiled, grinding to a halt and reaching for her face. “Nothing - you’re just pretty.”

Though it lasted no longer than the blink of an eye, something crossed her face - some odd combination of excitement and what he could only assume was embarrassment, but it was gone in a flash. A conceited grin split her muzzle, as she steadily pushed herself up and into a seated position. Arching her back, she placed her forehooves on his knees and unfurled her wings.

“I know, although I’m sure you’ll appreciate this view far more,” she arrogantly mused. Without another word, she languidly proceeded to bounce on his lap.

His eyes drifted from her face, down her chest, across her belly, and to her groin. The vivid green of her interior, contrasted against her nearly black hide and his pale flesh, was astonishing. Though he’d never managed to bed a pony, he couldn’t imagine it being more exotic than screwing an unreformed changeling Matriarch. Slipping one hand to her crotch, his thumb played over her clit.

“Quite the - Mmmph - pleaser, aren’t you?” Chrysalis softly gasped.

Nodding, Anon massaged the delicate bud. “No harm in us both getting off, right?”

Hammering her ass atop him, she affixed him with a predatory smile. “Indeed…”

Remaining mute, save for the occasional throaty groan or heavy breath, the two moved in concert. As Anon played with her clit and hammered into her, she rode him like a seasoned cowgirl. Harder and harder, faster and faster, they gradually increased their pace. With the changeling feeding on his energy and relishing his sublime treatment, he reveled in the carnal delights she had to offer.

Every impact of their bodies sent ripples through her thighs and exquisitely cushioned rear, though that wasn’t all. The tip of his manhood rhythmically prodded her inner gate, tapping and nudging at her womb. Constricting around his length, virtually jackhammering herself upon him, she took a shuddering breath.

“D...don’t stop,” she wheezed, rolling her head back.

Though he had no intention of turning down her request, given how close he was to his limit, it did give him an idea. Lurching forward and extending an arm, he grabbed her shoulder. Craning her neck towards him, she found herself pulled forward. Wide-eyed and thrown off by the sudden shift, her lips graced his. With his impulsive kiss, as his glans pressed against her cervix, a profound and undeniable wave of rapture surged through her.

Any momentum she had was lost, when she was wracked by a cataclysmic orgasm. Quaking from hoof to head, gushing climactic nectar from her convulsing depths, she moaned into his mouth. The additional pressure of her violently constricting marehood pushed Anon past the brink and sent spunk coursing through his shaft.

Bathing her interior with his essence, his grip around her tightened. Though his hips only fitfully bucked, his passion soared. Beyond the sex, there was something irrefutably enchanting about making out while being tipped over the edge - doubly so, since she was cumming along side him. Caught in their embrace, sharing the fleshly moment, neither noticed the doorknob turning until it was too late.

“Anon, I hope everything is…” Twilight’s greeting fell flat, walking in on the pair.

“Twilight Sparkle,” Chrysalis rasped, pulling away and leaving a strand of saliva dangling between her and the man’s lips, “come to see how a real mare bags a mate?”

Backing for the door, stealing fleeting glances at the couple, the Princess’ face went flush. “I...I can c...come back late -”

“No need,” the changeling huffed, clumsily dismounting the man and turning in place, “I’m sure you could take some notes on how to find a companion!”

With the thoroughly creampied marehood hovering above his head, the various questions and concerns Anon had were instantaneously silenced. Looking between the alicorn and the shapeshifter, wondering if he’d misheard his guest, Anon’s face was quickly entombed between the Queen’s thighs. Though he couldn’t see a damn thing, besides the twin onyx black globes of Chrysalis’ ass, he could hear decently enough.

“Are you saying that -” Twilight was cut off, as the changeling began to menacingly chuckle.

“I am saying that, yes! Between his breeding last night and my breakfast, I’m sure that my little stud has fertilized at least a small clutch. Isn’t that right?” Chrysalis inquired, momentarily squirming on his countenance. “Feel free not to answer, it is rude to talk while one’s mouth is full…”

Effectively blind, Anon felt her shift above him. What could only be a pair of forelegs crossed over his thighs, while something sinuous and moist danced up and down his semi-rigid tool. With the changeling lying on him, he twisted his head to the side - that was, until her thighs clamped down against either side of his face.

“He really is a fascinating creature, if not a bit uncouth. Don’t worry, Twilight, I’ll have him broken in and properly trained before too long,” the changeling mused, nonchalantly licking his equipment clean.

“So you’ll stay with him?” the Alicorn bleated.

“Of course I’ll stay! He has sired the clutch in my belly and I will not allow you to steal him from me. Go find your own incubus, because this one is mine!” Chrysalis menacingly hissed.

“I - um - a...alright. Just l...let me know if there’s anything I can do for you two,” Twilight sputtered, before the door slammed shut.

With his mind racing, Anon reached up and anxiously tapped on his guest’s backside. He had many, many questions which needed to be addressed. As the shapeshifter steadily righted herself and stood, aided by the man’s somewhat frantic shoving, she leapt from the couch and turned to face him. Bolting into a seated position, he wiped the various juices from his face and glowered at her.

“Can I actually get you pregnant?” he blurted.

“On dear, sweet, simple Anon, we changeling can breed with virtually any creature,” she snickered, walking over and bringing her face to within a hair’s breadth from his. “With you willingly gave yourself to me, and I highly doubt that all those virile little swimmers you so graciously deposited in me aren’t questing for the dozen or so eggs I have waiting for them.”

“I...I…” Anon stammered, shakily looking to the floor. “I didn’t know I was going to be a dad! What the hell am I going to do? We can’t raise a family in this apartment!”

“Family?” Chrysalis repeated, sounding more than a little confused.

Locking eyes with her, he tilted his head. “Yeah, family! You know, it’s kind of what happens when you and someone have a kid or kids! How many did you say you -”

“Anon, I don’t believe you understand how this works,” she sighed. Patting his leg with a hoof, she lazily spun and trotted over to the window. “Once the time grows near, I’ll fly off and construct a rudimentary hive. If I’m lucky, I’ll find a small cave or a hollowed tree. It won’t be much, but it’ll be sufficient for me to -”

“Bull fucking shit! I’m not gonna let you raise our kids in the damn woods!” Anon blared, jumping to his feet. “I didn’t ask for this to happen and I sure as hell didn’t plan for this to happen, but I won’t let you run off to Celestia-knows-where by yourself!”

Before he’d finished speaking, her head whipped around towards him. Nonplussed, she stared at him for a moment, possibly to gauge if he was serious or not, before she spoke. “You’re joking…”

“What? No! No I’m not joking!” he rebuked, taken aback by her reaction. Walking to her side, he knelt down and hung his head. “I don’t know how changelings do things, I’ll freely admit that, but I don’t want them to grow up without a dad,” he breathed, his voice fainter than a whisper, “that would be awful.”

Chrysalis stood silent for a moment, before lowering her head and looking into his eyes. “And you have no qualms about having me as the mother of your offspring?”

Anon shrugged and wearily smiled over at her. “You don’t seem that bad. Honestly, the last two days have been pretty interesting. I mean, yeah, it’s been pretty wild, but not a bad kind of wild.”

“You are a rather impressive male,” she grumbled, breaking eye contact. “Without my swarm, I could use you to help guard our impending young.”

“Good,” he huffed, leaning in and wrapping her in a hug.

Maybe it was the post-fuck-fest euphoria, or perhaps it was the fact that he he may become a father, but he was compelled to hold her. Regardless of the motivation, it simply felt right to show her some affection. Despite having known her for less than a day, he meant what he said; he’d had a blast with her and his brief time with the villain had led to some of the most exciting moments he’d had in Equestria to date.

“You’re...different, aren’t you,” she mumbled, resignedly pulling away.

“I don’t know; I’m just a guy, that’s all,” he sheepishly beamed, gingerly taking her forehoof and holding it in his hands, “I promise, I’ll do whatever I can for you and our kids - that is, if I actually knocked you up.”

“If you keep dumping foal-batter into my clutch-cavern, I’m sure it’ll happen sooner or later,” she giggled. Bringing her snout to his face, a grin worked across her muzzle. “Then gain, something tells me you’d like that…”

Even though he’d never mentioned it to her or any of the denizens of pony land, he did harbor a bit of a MILF fetish. A year ago, back when he’d been on Earth, he could have never fathomed the kink would extend to quadrupedal equines, yet it was still an alluring concept. Attempting to play it cool, he shrugged a second time.

“Well then, now that that’s settled, let us not waste those delicious looking pancakes,” she hummed.

“Nope, not yet,” he grouched, standing and heaving her from the floor. Holding her to his chest, in an approximation of a princess carry, he lumbered to his bathroom. “You’re not about to leak cum all over my carpet and chair.”

Scrunching her snout, Chrysalis flicked her head to the side. “Then maybe you should have been a good hyu-man and licked it out of me!”

“Maybe next time,” he muttered, feeling his manhood involuntarily twitch.

Even if he hadn’t inseminated his guest, there he’d have plenty to keep him busy for the remainder of the day. His apartment needed cleaning, the laundry needed washing, and it would be rude not to go pick up some additional toiletries for his newfound roommate - that being said, he wasn’t about to let her be a total sponge.

Stepping into the restroom and setting her down, he reached for a dry towel. “After we have our breakfast, our real breakfast, you can help me tidy up a little.”

“But I already changed the bed sheets!” she griped.

“Thank you for that, but chipping in would be appreciated - after all, I am letting you crash here,” he stated, moving into the tub and ushering her to follow. “Come on, I’ll wash your mane.”

“If you get shampoo in my eyes, I will not be pleased.” stepping in front of him in the basin.

“Then just keep them closed and trust me. Let’s be honest, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve done,” he mused.

Much to his shock, she sank down to her haunches and did as asked. He wouldn’t have thought that bathing a evildoer would be a perfect way to conclude his morning, but he found it exceptionally relaxing. As his fingers drifted through her hair and down her neck, he smiled. Little did he know, his life was going to get far more interesting...