Bug Wife

The rest of the night went fairly quickly. Through a barrage of questions, Chrysalis was able to gather some useful information from this creature.

His name was Anonymous. He was something called a hyoo-man. He had recently come from another world to the edge of this country bumpkin little town. Being a recent arrival to this world meant that he knew next to nothing about it. In turn, she was forced to answer questions herself, but now she was of a much clearer mind. She was able to navigate and turn each question with ease. He was still thoroughly confused about this whole business, but she had convinced him to house her for the time being.

He had given her some blankets and pillows and set up a strange device he called an “air mattress” for her to sleep on when she was finally too tired to answer any more questions. When she had left the Everfree, the thought of sleeping in a bed, no matter how odd, would have been an utter delight, but now, after the feeding of a lifetime, she felt as if she could pick up a mountain and throw it over the horizon.

Sleep could wait. She needed to learn about this alien creature that had what felt like an unlimited amount of emotion inside of him.

It took somewhat longer than she would have liked, but this Anonymous finally went to sleep. It was a simple thing to use her magic to unlock his door and stroll into his bedroom. What she found was a simple colt’s room, though admittedly enlarged for the hyoo-mans size. Sparse, though somehow still slightly messy, with posters on the walls and a carpet that could have used a thorough scrubbing.

The first thing that she had attempted to do was dominate the giant’s mind. She was not going to let something like him go, and she knew he was still wary of her, despite her best effort. This was the easiest and most efficient thing for her to do, and what should have been an utter breeze with the power she was now able to wield. As she cast the spell however, she found, to her surprise and dismay, that it had absolutely no effect. His mind was unyielding and unchangeable, like a boulder. It passed through him and quickly drained away, no matter how much magic she poured into his skull. It was much the same for the paralysis spell she attempted on him, and when she tried to just hold him down with her magic the effort made her head spin. The queen tried spell after spell to at least subdue the creature, and time after time it had little to no effect.

After a few more spells, she was forced to concede. It was then she found herself in a strange position. She had before her what any Changeling Queen would have killed for; a singular, unlimited food source, but she didn’t have a way of safely controlling and containing it. There was a chance she could overpower this Anonymous, but that would risk undue injury or worse. Staying here for any length of time also meant that some pathetic pony might discover her, and if that were to happen she would be hunted down.

For any other Ling it might have seemed a nigh impossible challenge, but for her it would be a simple matter. All she would need to do was convince him that she would be his ideal “wife”. She was confident that it would be a simple matter, and after that she would be able to plan her revenge on Equestria at her leisure. Making her way out of the bedroom, she laid on her strange bed, her mind buzzing with plots and plans

~_~_~_~_~_~

Like most mornings, Anon found himself up before the sun peeked through his window. Normally, he would have hopped out of bed the second his eyes opened to get the day started. Just lying around under the covers was wasting time, his grandfather had always said, and you didn’t have time to waste. Even so, this particular morning he could himself staring up at the ceiling, left to his thoughts.

If last night hadn’t been some weird dream, he currently had a horse sleeping in his living room that insisted she was going to be his wife. He had been able to roll with the punches pretty well since coming to this magical world, but this curveball had really thrown him for a loop.

Twilight and the whole town had sent this love horse gal his way? Why in the world would they do that? Did the other princesses know? Would something bad happen to the love horse if he refused? Would something bad happen to him?

He honestly had no idea how these ponies would take a rejection. For all he knew not giving this mare a chance would be a grave insult. The last thing he wanted to do was upset the folks that had done so much for him already.

Maybe this was like that Jeramiah Johnson movie that his pap had liked so much, but with horses instead of people? He hoped not, especially with how that movie ended.

A sigh escaped Anon’s lips. Realizing that the issue wasn’t going to go away by itself, and not wanting to be rude to his unexpected guest, he forced himself out of bed. Maybe he’d be able to get some more answers from the weird pony this morning. With answers, he might be able to figure out what to do.

After a quick shower, a shave, and after brushing his teeth, he made his way to the living room. His guest wasn’t there, though the pillows and blankets that he had left for her had been neatly stacked on top of his air mattress. A sound came from his kitchen, and walking over and poking his head in the room he saw her sitting at his kitchen table, two mugs of what smelled like coffee sitting in front of her. She was looking down at an open book, her eyes scanning the pages.

He cleared his throat. “Um, good morning.”

“Good morning,” the pony answered, still looking at the book. “I took the liberty of making you some coffee.”

“Oh, thank you. You mind if I take a seat?” Anon asked, feeling just a little silly that he had asked for permission to sit at his own table.

She looked up, giving him a fang-filled smile. “Of course, dear.”

Anon, doing his best not to make a face at the word “dear”, made his way over. He took one of the cups of coffee and sat on the opposite side of her.

“So… whatcha reading?”

“One of your books I found in your living room,” she replied.

“One of my books?” Anon said, surprised. “You can read english? I had Twilight look at one of my books and she couldn’t make heads or tails of it.”

The mare let out a snort. “It is very different from Equestrian script, but this is similar to Goatish. It’s not an exact match, but I believe I’ll have little trouble learning this… english.”

“...Goats read and write here?”

“Do they not where you’re from?”

“No. No they do not.”

Anon leaned forward. “So, are all love ponies good with languages then?” he asked.

The mare’s ears perked up. She looked up at him for a moment, then back at the book.

“Yes. We have a natural ability for writing and languages, among other things,” she said with a small smile. “It helps in case our future husbands aren’t Equestrian. Even if you happened to not have spoken Equish, or any language on Equus, I'd no doubt be able to learn it in a week or so.”

“Huh,” Anon said, taking a sip of his coffee.

He nearly jumped, looking down at his mug. It was easily the best coffee that he had ever had.

The mare turned the page, then looked up at him. “I can tell that you still have some doubts about me, Anonymous,” she said. “That is disappointing, but understandable. That being said, starting over in a new world can be difficult. Tell me, has the princess spoken to you about your ability to return home?”

Anon kept his gaze glued onto his mug. “I…, um yes, she did. As far as she and the other princesses can tell, what happened to me was a one-way trip.”

He didn’t see it, but the mare flashed a triumphant grin before settling into a more neutral expression.

“The princess and the ponies in town might be there for you, but they will not be able to provide the support that you truly need. I know I’ll be able to provide you that support, whatever that might entail. I can be there and do things that a normal pony wouldn’t be able to.”

Anon looked up from his coffee. “What do you mean?”

The mare grabbed her cup. Not taking her eyes off him, she took a small sip.

“What if I told you I could turn myself into a hyoo-man female?”

~_~_~_~_~_

There had always been a belief amongst the lesser races that Changelings weren’t able to transform themselves into anything other than quadrupeds. Creatures such as dragons, sea ponies, and minotaurs considered themselves safe from the influence of the swarm as a result. They were, of course, wrong.

With enough time and study, a Ling could turn themselves into nearly anything. A dragon, a fish, some monster, even inanimate objects like chairs, tables, and rocks could be easily done. The main issue one would commonly face however was attention to detail.

One could turn into a rock, but if they hadn’t taken the time to properly study the grain, pattern, and color of the rock they were transforming into they would stand out like a sore thumb. If one transformed into a gryphon and attempted to stroll into a town full of the birds without making sure you had put actual feathers onto your wings you’d be in a cell within the hour.

Chrysalis’s specialty had always been ponies. With a glance, she could make herself an exact match of anypony alive. Within a few minutes of watching and listening, even the pony’s closest friends and family would have trouble choosing between her and the original.

The fiasco that had been the invasion of Canterlot had been nothing more than a fluke. The only reason the queen could think that Twilight Sparkle had been able to detect her was that she was the Element of Magic, that or Harmony itself had been guiding her. The then-unicorn hadn’t seen Cadence in years, for crying out loud!

She hadn’t much interest or opportunity to focus her talents on most other critters. Dragons didn’t hold much love, only greed from what she had seen. Gryphons and minotaurs were far too ornery and difficult. Salt water dried out her mane, so any creatures of the sea had never and would never be a consideration. That being said, she was never one to shy away from a challenge.

There was going to be no way she’d be able to hide herself here without detection, she knew that, meaning that she was going to have to disguise herself. She couldn’t simply turn into a pony and say that she was his wife. Anypony with half a brain would realize something was wrong. Any other creature that roamed this planet would also be under similar scrutiny, with a very good chance of her being discovered and transformed into a statue for her trouble. Were she a hyoo-man however, a hyoo-man that was the beloved of Anonymous, the stallion that these ponies already knew, then she might be safe.

Oh, she was under no illusion that ponies would question her, and she might even be forced to travel to Canterlot, but the lack of knowledge of hyoo-man biology would be her saving grace. Even if they were to scan her with magic, they wouldn’t know what they were looking at, meaning that there was a very good chance that she’d get away scot-free. If she were particularly lucky, the ponies might take Anon’s word that she was his wife and leave it at that. They were soft-hearted enough for such things.

As far as she knew, there was only on hyoo-man on this planet at the moment, and he was a male to boot, making the task of transforming into a female of his species difficult to say the least. Fortunately, she did have the advantage of being able to ask Anonymous what a hyoo-man female was supposed to look like. Not only was he able to tell her, he could show her as well. His grandmother, who had apparently lived in this house before him, had been a doctor of some kind, and had collected books upon books of hyoo-man anatomy and biology. It would take some time to properly study these books, but very soon she’d be able to exactly match what a hyoo-man was inside and out.

This was all useful, but nothing compared to what her “husband” had showed her after that.

In the basement of his home there was a small glowing box seated on a table. It was a strange device called a “computer”. On it, the alien stallion had all sorts of information. Pictures, documents, moving picture shows, but in color and with sound. She was able to hear how a hyoo-man female spoke, how they moved when they walked and, perhaps most importantly, what they looked like.

It took some coaxing from Anonymous, but the stallion eventually showed her folders and folders of his kind’s females, both still and moving pictures. Most of them were naked and of a carnal nature. From the sheer amount of embarrassment coming off him as he showed her, this must have been his peoples’ version of finding a colt’s dirt magazine collection underneath his mattress. While it was thoroughly amusing to see him squirm, Chrysalis did her best to be as nonchalant as possible. No need to make the giant upset with her.

Anon took some coaxing to relax, but soon he was pointing out what made a hyoo-man female a hyoo-man female. He did his best to explain what he could, but he clearly knew little about how his own body worked, let alone one of the opposite sex. He did, however, know what he liked. It took some time, but she was able to pry the exact things out of him.

This was for his “benefit” after all. What sort of wife would she be if she wasn’t able to make herself into his ideal woman?

Days passed. The two spent from sunrise to sunset in front of the computer screen. Chrysalis looked at hundreds of females, watched what Anonymous called “movies”, both of a sexual nature and not, and just talked with the hyoo-man.

Despite being from a different world, Anon seemed like an ordinary stallion. He was in his early thirties, and had just come into this house, which he had received from his grandparents, who had raised him. His parents had never been in the picture, and speaking about them caused him no small amount of pain. He was polite, respectful, not extremely intelligent, but she already knew that. It was somewhat strange for the Changeling Queen to be so chatty with her food source. Usually, they’d be unconscious in an extraction pod or zombie-like thralls. It was refreshing in a way.

It wasn’t until the third day that she felt ready to try a transformation. When she did, Anonymous had almost jumped out of his socks when she was engulfed in green fire. She had laughed so hard at his reaction that she only had one eye in the center of her head and her nose was sideways. This, in turn caused an even more hilarious reaction from the hyoo-man. Once he eventually settled down and was sure that she wasn’t going to burn his house down she got to work.

She had expected that getting her disguise just right would be the most labor intensive part out of all of this, and she was right. The main proportions were easy, but it was the thousand little details that took much of the time. The small wrinkles and pores on her skin so the hairless flesh didn’t look like it was made of wax. There were also millions of thin, tiny hairs just all over her, even in her nose for some reason. The hands and feet were particularly difficult, with what seemed like an unnecessary amount of bones in them.

Thankfully, Anonymous was there to point out every flaw and oddity as well. What parts were too long, or too short, or not able to bend the way she was bending them. She did not know if he was just being overly picky, or his kind were just detail-oriented, but she did her best to listen to his feedback.

She used a ludicrous amount of magic on her new body and all of these little adjustments, but a hug or two a day would fill her mana reserves completely. With each day and each new iteration, she could feel Anonymous’ excitement grow, which must have meant that she was getting close. Then, all of the sudden, as she was fixing her eyebrows for the seventh time that day, she felt it.

The emotion that she had felt being around the hyoo-man for the better part of two weeks vanished in an instant. She had looked toward him then to see his mouth opened and his eyes wide. He was looking her up and down, almost shaking here he stood. Chrysalis saw this, and it took every ounce of her self control not to begin cackling. There were no hearts in his eyes, but she knew a heartstruck look when she saw it.

It looked like it had finally worked. She was now the hyoo-man’s perfect woman.

As if on cue, desire began oozing from the stallion. She immediately struck a pose, arching her back and batting her eyes at him.

“Is something wrong?” she cooed, her voice like rich honey.

Anon’s breathing hitched. She watched in no small amount of amusement as he worked his jaw, trying to say something. His body was so stiff that she was positive that she could walk over and push him over with one hand.

The queen pouted, looking down at herself. She had to admit, she truly had outdone herself with this form.

“Another failure then? I suppose we’ll need to go back to the drawing--”

“No you don’t!” Anon all but shouted in panic.

She looked at him with a small smile. “So, you like how I look then?” she asked.

“I…” Anon just looked at her helplessly, desire, nervousness, and frustration warring with each other. “You are currently the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen.”

“Really, the most beautiful?”

“I look at you and it’s actually hard to think straight. You are just… I mean…”

Chrysalis clapped her hands together. “Wonderful!” she chirped.

She was somewhat unsure on her two feet, but nevertheless she was able to close the distance between the two of them. Anon stood there, rooted in place as she sauntered toward him. She made sure to sway her hips with each step she took. Her smile widened when she felt his lust spike.

The queen placed her hands on his shoulders. Rising herself on her tippy toes--a strange sensation, as she had never been able to do such a thing--she planted a kiss on his lips.

“I’m glad you like it, sweetie.”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

Twilight was in her personal study, a book in hoof and a still steaming cup of tea sitting on the table beside her. The book, a personal favorite, had barely been looked at as the alicorn stared off into space. Spike was in the study as well, seated in a bean bag chair right next to her. The drake had a bowl filled to bursting with cheesy puffs resting on his belly with his nose deep in a comic book.

“I think the girls and I should go and visit Anon today,” she said, “I know I told him to take things at his own pace, but nopony’s seen him for days!”

“Uh-huh,” Spike replied, turning a page in his comic.

“I want him to be comfortable here in Ponyville, and having ponies get used to him coming and going will be good for everypony I think. I know Pinkie had that party for him, and there was that sit-down at town hall that went very well, but the ponies here are… well, you know…”

“Yep.”

Closing her book, Twilight turned to Spike. “Do you think Anon is maybe nervous coming around us? Maybe he thinks we’ll chase him out with pitchforks?”

“Totally.”

“What?!”

Spike jumped, the movement sending the bowl on his belly into the air. He scrambled, and was just able to catch it without spilling too many cheesy puffs.

“Huh? What are you yelling around, Twilight?”

“You think Anon thinks we’re going to chase him out of town with pitchforks!”

“What? I didn’t say that!”

“You just did! You!-- Spike, were you even listening to me?”

“...Yes?”

“Alright, who was I just talking about?”

Spike narrowed his eyes. Twilight narrowed her eyes as well, her muzzle scrunching up.

“You were talking about… Zecora.”

“Anon. I was talking about Anon.”

“The big alien?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what were you talking about him for?”

Twilight just groaned, covering her face with her hooves. She was about to say more when she began to hear a loud tapping. Her ears perked up, and she lifted her hooves so she could look over at the window on the other side of the room.

“Is that Rainbow?” Spike asked.

Twilight frowned. “Yes it is. She should know better than to be knocking on windows like this. It’s rude.”

While she did have half a mind to ignore the pegasus until she stopped her tapping and went to knock on her front door like a normal pony, the look in the speedster’s eyes gave her pause. The alicorn’s horn glowed, and the window was unlocked and opened.

“Rainbow, is everything alright?” she called.

“I, um… it’s Anon, Twi,” Rainbow replied as she turned and looked at something. “You might want to come out and take a look.”

Hearing the human’s name, Twilight scrambled out of her chair. She galloped over to the window as fast as she could. Her horn glowing, she quickly teleported out onto the street, trying her best to keep calm.

Had something happened to him? Was he alright? She knew she should have checked on him sooner.

She scanned around, looking for the alien stallion. What she saw made her stop dead in her tracks. There were other ponies on the street. All of them had stopped what they had been doing to stare as well.

Anon was making his way down the road, and he wasn’t alone. There was another figure right next to him. They seemed unsure on their legs, leaning against him for support as they walked. They were a head shorter than Anonymous, and were wearing a shirt that was two sizes too big for them.

Even from where she stood, Twilight could see that the creature was beautiful. Dark green, nearly black curly hair cascaded down their shoulders. Their face was soft yet regal, with high cheekbones and full, plush lips. Their skin was pale, and without blemish or imperfection. The most striking thing was their eyes however. They were pools of the deepest emeralds. They were small and round like Anon’s, but they held so much strength and emotion in them.

Twilight felt her stomach tighten. As she stared at the creature’s full hips, and thick, powerfully built legs and… were those teats hiding underneath that shirt? On her chest?

Why in Celestia’s name were they so big?

As she processed just what she was seeing, Anon and what could have only been a human mare holding onto him closed the distance. The alien mare stopped twenty feet or so from Twilight, looking unsure, but Anon was able to coax her forward until they were both just a few feet away. Anon, looking around, nervously cleared his throat.

“Ponies and ponettes, I’d like you all to meet my wife, Chryssi.”