Bug Wife

Chrysalis laid in bed. She was resting on her side, a thick blanket laid on top of her. Her back was pressed tightly against Anonymous’ chest. The hyoo-man had an arm wrapped around her middle. His face was pressed into her hair, his breath tickling the back of her neck. As always, she could feel a continuous stream of emotion flow from him.

The queen could see the alarm a few feet from her sitting on the nightstand. In less than thirty minutes it was set to go off. Once it did, it would unleash possibly the worst sound that she had ever heard. She stared at the thing hatefully, wishing she could blast the box of metal and plastic into a million pieces.

Very soon, the two of them would begin their days, away from the safety, warmth, and comfort of this bed. If Chrysalis were being honest with herself, it wasn’t the nicest bed that she had ever been in, when she ruled her hive she really had one heck of a set up in her bedroom, but it suited her needs just fine. Perhaps, sometime soon, she’d set some money aside in their budget for a nice cloud mattress. One made in Cloudsdale that would stay nice and cool throughout the year.

Anonymous shifted behind her. Chrysalis could tell that he would wake up any moment. He always did, right before his alarm went off. She’d always feel his annoyance as he laid there, trying to go back to sleep before they both heard that horrible sound.

She clicked her tongue. Trying not to disturb the man, she lifted his arm and rolled away from him. She landed quietly onto the wood floor, sneaking around the bed. The chilly morning air caressed her naked body, but she ignored it, stopping at the foot of the bed. She stared at her husband’s unconscious form, her green eyes glowing in the darkness. She tilted her head from side to side, thinking of the best plan of attack. With a minute or so of thought, she nodded, flipped the bottom of the blanket upward, and climbed back into the bed.

With the finesse and grace few could attain, she rolled the hyoo-man onto his back and spread his legs out without him so much as making a snort. She slowly crawled upward until she was face-to-face with her prize.

Even through his underwear and the shower from the night before she could smell him. The rich, alien-yet-very-familiar scent of a male. She pressed her nose lightly against the fabric, inhaling deeply, a goofy smile coming to her face.

She had toyed with pheromones with Anonymous, achieving mixed results. Too much and he couldn’t get a rational thought out, but too little and he wouldn’t even notice. The correct concentration seemed to change randomly and without warning as well. Anonymous, on the other hand, pumped them out as if they were going out of style. It made sense, as hyoo-man’s seemed to have a very poor sense of smell, but her nose was better than most ponies’. Where it might make a mare’s tail flick if she caught a whiff of him, he could make her head spin.

Not that it ever would of course. She was a paragon of will; a fertile male wasn’t going to turn her into some silly broodmare, despite the fact that his smell almost seemed to be tailored for a Changeling Queen. Even so, it was enjoyable.

As she nuzzled the hyoo-man’s groin his cock began to stir. With each little peck and cheek rub she felt him hardening through his underwear, growing longer and thicker under her careful affection. Despite herself, she wiggled her backside as she breathed in deeply, causing the blanket to fall off the side of the bed. She paused, looking up to see Anon still fast asleep. It truly was a marvel just how much the man was able to sleep through.

She looked back down at the underwear and frowned. With a thought, they were teleported into the laundry bin on the other side of the room. Anon’s penis, freed from its confines, sprung up, lightly tapping her cheek.

“There you are~...”

She grabbed him by the base. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, licking his crown. A shiver ran up her spine at his taste. She angled his cock downward, allowing her to rest his shaft against her lips. Planting butterfly kisses everywhere she could comfortably reach, he continued to get longer and harder. She felt his cock pulsing, blood rushing through the warm organ, engorging the mushroom head. His scent grew stronger, and she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Anon let out a sleepy murmur as she wrapped her lips around his cockhead. A slurp cut through the relative silence of the room, followed by a hum of pleasure.

Chrysalis made no move to take more of him into her maw. She could have taken him to the base with no effort and awakened him with the sucking of the lifetime; it was something she had done before. This morning, she wanted a bit more than breakfast in bed however.

Her husband continued to murmur as her tongue lazily circled around his crown. Drool pooled around her mouth, slipping down his shaft and toward his balls. Once his entire cock was thoroughly coated, she let him go with a pop.

She heard Anon let out a gasp but she ignored it, climbing onto her hands and knees. She crawled upward, licking and nipping at his stomach and chest. She nuzzled into his throat, tickling the sensitive flesh with her fangs. Her lips then made their way to his cheeks, then finally his nose to plant a few loving pecks. Leaning back, she stared into Anon’s now open eyes.

The queen smiled. “Good morning, darling,” she said, before lowering herself down onto his cock.

She had made her hyoo-man marehood a tad smaller than Anon’s girth so that she could really milk him. It was something stallions had always seemed to enjoy. While he seemed to enjoy it as well, it did have its challenges. Her lips parted around his tip, but he slipped out of her at the last moment, sliding upward to brush her clit and poke her belly button. She grunted, reaching down to grab him.

“I can--”

“You lay right there. I just need to--”

She lowered her hips. There was pressure, some wiggling, angle adjustment, then penetration. Anon let out a hiss of breath as she inhaled. Closing her eyes, she took a moment to enjoy the feeling of having him inside of her. Reaching down, she traced the edges of her pussy lips. One of her eyes opened. She blew Anon a kiss before, without warning, she dropped her entire weight down.

There was a meaty smack as her rump connected with his hips. She felt his tip barge right into her womb; another liberty she had taken with her new body. For a normal hyoo-man, this would have been very unpleasant, but the pleasure she felt made her legs twitch.

Anon’s hands found their way to her hips. She hummed, placing her hands over his. She rose herself an inch or so before slamming back down. Her husband’s hips bucked, and she felt his tip push even deeper into her. The feeling sent a delightful tingle up her spine, and she let out a coo.

He was so warm inside of her, and she could feel him pulsing. She clenched herself around him, leaning forward. Anon’s hands slid up from her thighs to her ass as she kissed him. His legs shifted, allowing him to get into a position that let him begin to thrust into her.

That was one of the things she really enjoyed about hyoo-man copulation: just how flexible they were. She could never get a pony to twist and bend the way she could have Anon do. Even trying this position with a stallion in her old form would have been a trial to say the least, but as she was it was as easy as breathing.

She met his upward strokes, running her hands up and down his arms and chest. Her tongue curled around his, pulling it into her mouth to do as she pleased. Anon reached back to give her ass a slap, making her giggle. All the while, she felt that mushroom head slip in and out of her womb. In and out. In and out.

“Hmmm~”

She rubbed her nose against his, staring deep into his eyes. Lust poured off him in a wave. He was such a hungry boy, ogling her like some randy donkey. She could tell that he’d like nothing more than to roll her over and pound away until she was carrying his brood. He wanted to touch her, grope her, make her mewl. If he had his way, he’d no doubt make her into nothing more than his docile little cum dump.

She shuttered, her body jerking as she felt herself cum around his cock, soaking the hyoo-mans groin. As her body twitched, she fully appreciated the hyoo-man lack of sensitivity that cursed most stallions. She had never been forced to fake an orgasm for Anon, much to her delight.

Anon’s fingers dug into the meat of her thighs, thrusting into her even harder. He grunted into her ear as she rode out her orgasm. Chrysalis felt a hand reach up to roughly squeeze one of her tits. Anon’s belly heaved as, with a final thrust, that forced his tip so deep that it left her breathless, he began cumming.Color exploded across her vision as she felt the first spurt, then the next, and the next. Her womb was quickly filled, and not long after cum, both of theirs, was leaking around his shaft.

It was only when she felt his loads taper off did the queen remember to breathe. She gasped, blinking away sweat and the hair matted against her forehead, trying to focus her gaze. Anon was still lightly thrusting into her. She could feel his dick try to stay hard inside of her, no doubt wanting to put another load or three into her.

And they say that Changelings were sex demons.

As if on cue, the alarm began to sound. Loud, ear-splitting, it was everything that she could ever hate in a noise. She tried to work up some sort of fury, but she couldn’t quite manage it in her afterglow. Instead, she fell forward on top of her lover, forcing his face into the nape of her neck.

Anon wrapped his arms around her with a kiss. “Good morning,” he murmured.

~_~_~_~_~_~

Take the bacon off the pan. Use the grease for the eggs. Make sure not to use too much salt and pepper. Keep an eye on the toast so that it doesn't burn. Don’t overstir the pancake batter; it’s supposed to have lumps in it.

Chrysalis moved around the kitchen like a dancer, a spatula in hand. Her hair had been put back into a messy bun. Her bare feet pattered against the cold floor as she made Anon his breakfast. Her husband was currently in the shower, cleaning himself off of their lovemaking. He hadn’t done that at first, just putting on clothing and going to work, until one of his coworkers had explained that pony noses were very sensitive. She would have given a great deal to be a fly on the wall during that conversation.

She was still sweaty and sticky from their rutting. Were it not for the pair of panties that she had thrown on, she would have been leaking all over her nice clean kitchen floor. She could have joined Anon, but she had noticed that when she was so close to him, wet and naked, they never left the shower at a reasonable time. Even so, she did her best to keep herself from leaking overly much. It would be a few days before she would wash their laundry, and she hadn’t yet gotten her order of new underwear from Rarity.

Anon stepped into the kitchen just as she flipped a stack of pancakes onto a plate, walking it over and placing it onto the table.

“Smells good,” he said, walking over to kiss her cheek.

“Sit down. I’ll pour you some orange juice,” she commanded.

“Could you put half water and half juice in it?”

“Oh course.”

She watched him shovel food onto his plate, feeling pleased with herself. Her sessions with Mrs. Cake and her followers had increased her cooking prowess greatly. Anon always ate whatever she made without complaint, but lately she felt he was eating just a little more while being happier about it.

This was good. She couldn’t have him growing frail and sickly. She needed him strong and those muscles he was growing from working at the farm to grow and grow until he was the town beefcake. A stallion that all envied, that she could trot around and rub the pathetic ponies’ faces in. She could already do that, to be truthful, but she really wanted to twist the knife.

“Is there anything you need at the market today?” she asked, taking a piece of bacon from his plate and dipping it into some syrup before popping it into her mouth.

“Chicken if they have it,” he said, offering her a piece of pancake, which she gladly ate. “I think we need toilet paper too. Maybe get some strawberries?”

“Alright. Remember to bring some apples from work today. The girls and I are going to try to make jam.”

“Oh, that sounds good. Will do.”

They chatted as they ate. She could feel Anon’s joy feeding her bites off his plate. He always secreted the emotion when she was near, but more so when she was right next to him as she was. She leaned against him, piling more food onto his plate when he wasn’t looking.

Eventually, the food was gone, save for a piece of toast, and it was time for her husband to leave. As he always did, he gave her a kiss on the forehead, told her he’d be back before sundown, and she’d have to stop him before he left the front porch because he forgot to get the lunch she packed for him. She’d watch him walk down the dirt trail, making sure he wasn’t attacked or coltnapped, until he was out of sight.

The queen always felt somewhat anxious and lonely when he left for work, leaving her all alone in this big, empty house. Thankfully, the life of a housewife was a busy one.

She hurried upstairs to shower. As she scrubbed the sweat and cum from her body, she mused on her husband’s fertility. She had been somewhat worried about his ability to impregnate her. Just like with her form, she thought she would need to jump through hoops to be biologically compatible with him. She quickly discovered that there was no need to worry.

Anonymous was able to fertilize Changeling eggs with ease. With some experimentation, she discovered he could do the same with ponies, and gryphons, donkeys, zebras, sea ponies, dragons. She hadn’t tested it, but she wouldn’t have been surprised if he was able to impregnate rocks. This was wonderful, as he had hinted that he wished for a big family. By the time she was through with him, he’d sire tens of thousands.

That was in the future however. For now, was time to do battle in the marketplace.

~_~_~_~_~_

“Four.”

“Eighteen.”

“Four.”

“Twenty-five.”

“Four.”

“You’ll get it for four when Celestia’s sun freezes over!”

Chrysalis narrowed her eyes. There was only one merchant in town that sold meat; a gryphon by the name of Long Claw. In her limited interaction with the race of big, ugly birds, the queen had found them unreasonable, lacking in basic hygiene, dimwitted, and outlandishly aggressive. Long Claw went above and beyond in exemplifying the very worst traits of his species.

There were very few critters that ate meat in this town. Because of this, the bird assumed that she could charge outlandish prices. It was so bad that Chrysalis was looking into hunting beasts in the Everfree herself, but until she found a place to gut and store any kills she’d have to deal with this creature.

Unfortunately.

“I am not paying eighteen bits for two pounds of pork,” she said through gritted teeth. “I could buy a whole wagon for that price!”

“Well, this meat is imported. All fancy-like,” Long Claw said, examining a claw. “That's why it costs a premium price.”

“You get this meat from the Apples. It comes from up the street.”

The gryphon squinted at her. She clicked her beak, leaning over the stall.

“I’m not going to stand here and be insulted by some stuck-up, shaved ape with giant teats. If you’re not going to buy something, why don’t you bea--”

Chrysalis quickly glanced around the market. Ponies were walking around, buying wares, chatting, going about their business. None of them were looking her way. Good.

Gripped the sides of the stall, leaning down into the hen’s face. Her eyes flashed green as she let out a growl. Long Claw’s mouth fell open as the queen dominated her mind, her eyes becoming unfocused and glassy.

“Give me all the bacon you have,” Chrysalis commanded, trying not to reach over and smack the bird.

Long Claw nodded, drunkenly. “Yes… My… Queen...”

“I’ll have all your chicken as well. If you have any hydra give me some steaks. A pound of fat too for my trouble, you unreasonable creature.”

The gryphon gave her all she asked for, wrapping everything neatly into butcher’s paper. Chrysalis took everything, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. Again, checking that nopony was looking, she reached up and smacked the bird, leaning in close.

“I wouldn’t have to do this every week if you weren’t just so terrible.” she hissed.

Long Claw just stared dumbly ahead, a bead of drool running down her cheek. Chrysalis resisted the urge to strike her again.

“When you get home, I want you to slam your head into the hardest thing that you own.”

“Yes… My… Queen…”

“I mean it. Really whack yourself, and think about your actions. Filthy animal.”

Dropping ten bits onto the counter, she turned onto her heel and walked away. She snapped her finger, and the gryphon blinked, free from the mind control.

~_~_~_~_~_~

“Now, remember honey, you can over knead this dough, especially with those hands of yours. What I want you to do is just knead it until it starts to come together, then we can let it rise for an hour or so.”

Chrysalis, covered in flour, nodded. She used her shirt to wipe a bead of sweat that was threatening to fall from her nose as she kneaded.

Today, Mrs. Cake had decided it was time to teach her about the art of bread making. It was far more complex than the queen felt it should have been. Ponies ate this stuff everyday; it shouldn’t have been that hard to make, but then she learned about gluten and yeast and what different amounts of water did at different times of the year. To add insult to injury, there were just so many kinds of bread!

Sourdough, rye, Wheat, there was flat breads and banana bread, and bread made out of corn. What in the world was pumpernickel?!

All around her, some of the older mares in Mrs. Cake’s little group were making bread as well. They were helping the earth pony with the evening bake rush, for no reason other than to stave off boredom as best as she could tell. There was Mrs. Cake’s skinny, weakling husband as well working the ovens, along with the pink Elements of Harmony bouncing around in the back of the bakery, giggling to herself.

Every pony in the room had their own tips, views, and thoughts on bread baking. The advice was more confusing than helpful, and it did break out into an argument from amongst the mares. Chrysalis just focused on the dough in her hands.

This would be her mightiest challenge yet, but she would exceed all expectations, as she had always done. Anonymous would be able to boast dining on the finest bread in the land. The homemade sandwiches she would make him would be the stuff of legend!

~_~_~_~_~_~

Celestia’s sun hung high in the sky. The smell of flour and dirt was thick in the air. Chrysalis had a gardening trowel in hand and one of her husband’s old t-shirts.

While they were relatively far outside of town, they still had some neighbors that were just a few minutes’ walk. There was an elderly pegasi couple whose names she could never remember. It was them, and the town’s infamous cowards, the flower sisters. The elderly couple was no concern of hers; they could barely eat solid foods, much less siege her home or attack her and her husband. The ones she had an issue with were the earth ponies.

They had come over once to ask for some sugar and they had seen her flower beds. To keep up appearances, she had planted some plants she had bought in the market. The mares had seen them and had been less than thrilled. Some very unwanted critiques were given about the state of her flowers, her flower choice, among other things.

That day, the sisters had earned themselves an enemy for life to say the very least. Once she had an army to take over all of Equestria, they would be the very first to be obliterated. Until that wonderful, well-earned day however, she wasn’t going to just sit there like some buck-toothed jenny and take that lying down. She had traveled far into the Everfree, collecting every exotic and rare looking plant she could find, taking tons of the chaotic dirt along with her as well so the replanting was as easy on the plants as possible.

The flower sisters had turned up a few days after she had finished, and they had been awfully quiet when they saw her work. As amusing as the looks on their faces had been, taking care of plant life that came from the Everfree was considerably more difficult than some potted plants.

They all, from the smallest little flower to the biggest tree-like specimen, seemed to have a mind of their own. Some of them had resisted her attempts to dig up and replant them. A few had also tried to attack her with spores, sprays, and even trying to swallow her whole. Chrysalis dealt with this insolence the only way that she knew how: terror and intimidation. They had calmed down considerably after she had forced them to watch her burn one of their brethren alive while peeling another to pieces.

She hummed a tune to herself as she pulled weeds from around a bright white, glowing fern. It shook as she knelt near it, oozing fear. She smiled sweetly, leaning down.

“You better grow big and lively, plant,” she whispered, just loudly enough for its neighbors to hear. “There are far worse fates than death, and I happen to know several of them.”

She picked up a water pail seated right next to her, giving the fern a good drink. The plant flinched as if struck, its leaves hanging as low to the ground as physically possible. All around her, the other plants were shaking as well, each dreading their turn.

“Mrs. Mous! Mrs. Mous!”

Chrysalis looked up to see a group of foals running up the dirt road toward her. The three “Cutiemark Crusaders” led the pack, their saddlebags filled with notepads and books. Sweetie Belle’s bags were so full, in fact, that things were falling out of it every few steps she took.

It took a considerable amount of willpower for the queen not to groan. For the last month, foals would leave school and rush here for help with their schoolwork. She should have never helped Applebloom with her math homework when the earth pony said she was having trouble with her times tables. The second she was able to help her get all the way through the multiples of seven Sweetie wanted help with her hoofwriting, and Scootaloo wanted to learn about commas and semicolons. When Chrysalis discovered just how poor the pegasi’s hoodwriting was as well, insisted she be retaught. She might have been an evil, love-sucking queen that wanted to rule the world, but even she would not tolerate poor penmanship.

Word spread very quickly around the elementary school class. Mrs. Cheerilee had personally come around the house with some baked goods, a hearty thank you, and a job offer for a teacher’s assistant if she was interested. The foals’ parents were thrilled that their children had their homework done before they came home. They came in a different rotation every day, but no matter rain or shine she’d catch them racing up that road.

At least they were somewhat smarter than the grubs in the hive. Whenever she tried teaching them the difference between a verb and a pronoun they’d spit acid that would melt through her chalkboard. Nevermind what they did when she taught them geometry.

She knew they’d be here with her until later in the evening. No doubt they’ll all want something to snack on and drink. It looked like Silver Spoon was in the back; she’d have to give them all something without peanut butter. There was Snip as well, so she’d need to make sure the colt didn’t eat everything in the darn cupboard.

Chrysalis let out a sigh. She then looked at the surrounding plants.

“Grow.,” she hissed, causing them to shake.

She then stood up, wiped the dirt off her pants, and stepped out of her flower bed. The foals caught up with her just as she stepped up onto her front porch. They all started talking to her at once. About class, and what they had for lunch, and what they did during their playtime; all so loud and so quickly that she might have gotten one word in five. She simply smiled and nodded, making them wipe their hooves on the mat before going into her nice, clean house.

The next few hours passed quickly. There was a history test tomorrow, and the foals were somewhat having trouble with recalling Chancellor Puddinghead’s life and exploits, even with the cheat sheet Mrs. Cheerilee had helped them all with. Biscuit and Chipcutter wanted some help with drawing an aquifer and explaining what it was as well, meaning she had her hands full today.

She had wanted to dig out some more of the underground hive, as she had for the past two weeks, but between this and cooking dinner while helping the children with their lessons it seemed like that would need to be done another day. At least she was able to test the bread she had made this morning out on the foals. They all seemed to enjoy it, especially when she slathered it in jam.

“What is eight times five, Diamond?”

“Forty.”

“Three times six?”

“Um…”

“Don’t look at the sheet. Remember, just add the threes six times if you’re having trouble.”

“Three… six… nine… twelve… Is it eighteen, Mrs. Mous?”

“Do you think it’s eighteen?”

The filly’s face scrunched up. Chrysalis could feel her eyes boring into her as she made some spaghetti sauce. She ignored it. The earth pony was not going to get the answer out of her.

“...Yes, I’m sure,” Diamond finally said with a small nod.

Her mouth moved as she quietly worked through the problem again.

“It’s eighteen,” she said, with more confidence.

Chrysalis looked over at her. “You are correct,” she said.

The filly smiled. The other foals cheered, congratulating her. As they did so, Snips attempted to help himself to another piece of bread. Barely sparing the colt a glance, she snapped her fingers, and the loaf was teleported off the table and onto the counter.

“No more for you, young stallion. You’lll spoil your dinner, and your mother won’t let me hear the end of it,” she said.

The colt blushed in embarrassment, looking down at his notebook. “Yes miss.”

The queen nodded. Bringing her wooden spoon to her lips, she gave her sauce a taste. It would need a little more pepper, but it was perfect otherwise. All she would need to do was get the meatballs ready and Anonymous would have a dinner for the ages. Preparing meat however, meant that the children would have to go.

“Alright, I believe it’s time to send you all home,” she said, putting her spoon down and walking over to the table. “Your mothers will be wondering where you are.”

The foals let out a flurry of protests. It wasn’t that late. They still needed to get work done. Their homes were dumb. Etcetera, etcetera. She let it wash over her as she helped them pack their bags, making sure they didn’t manage to leave anything behind. It was a futile effort, one of them always managed to leave something important that she’d need to rush to the school first thing in the morning, but she did try.

Once all the saddlebags were packed and the crumbs were wiped from their faces, she herded them outside. There she suffered through a chorus of thank yous and hugs. Sweetie Belle gave her a kiss on the cheek as always, and one of the colts gave her a drawing that she’d need to hang up on her fridge. She watched as they disappeared down the trail with a hint of a smile.

Ponies might have been weak, worthless creatures, but she really didn’t mind the children. They were fractionally less bothersome than their adult counterparts.

She hurried back into the kitchen, diving deep into the art of crafting meatballs. It was a tricky, delicate, and downright dangerous process, and she found herself drained as she placed the lid on her pot and set the timer. The queen wiped some sauce from her face and made her way into the living room. With a groan, she plopped down onto the couch.

Ruling an empire had been difficult, but there was something to be said about caring for a household. She felt bone tired, and there were still hours left in the day. Still so much to do before she fell asleep. She closed her eyes, just wishing to rest them for a few minutes

The backdoor opened, and she barely reacted, trying to sink into the couch.

“Do you need me to stir this?” an exhausted voice asked.

Chrysalis responded with a groan.

A minute or so later, Anonymous, covered in sweat, dirt, and dust, shuffled into the room. He walked over, sitting on the floor at the foot of the couch so he didn’t get it dirty. Chrysalis pawed at his head with a hand. Anon reached up, giving it a squeeze as he rested his head against the side of the couch.

“Dinner will be ready soon,” she said, lying herself sideways on the couch to rest her aching feet.

“Hmmm,” Anon replied. “Thank you very much, honey.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Chrysalis continued to paw at her husband’s dirty hair before she got off the couch and sat down right next to him. Dirty or not, she hadn’t seen him all day and desired some affection. Anon wrapped an arm around her, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“It’s gonna be zap apple season in a week or two. The Apples are gonna need me there for extra hours. Sun up to sun down they told me.”

Chrysalis made a face as she rested her cheek against his shoulder. “You could tell them no.”

Anon chuckled. “It’s their busiest time other than when they made cider. I’ll be able to buy you something nice with the overtime money I’ll get. Besides, Caramel told me they give the workers a bunch of jars of the stuff as a thank you. He said it’s out of this world.”

“Well… if you must. I won’t like it however.”

Anon kissed the top of her head. Chrysalis responded by reaching down and giving his thigh a squeeze. She could go into the kitchen and turn off the stove in a few minutes, drag Anon into the bathroom so he could get cleaned up. After dinner, they could watch one of his movies, during which she'd have him do the thing with his tongue that she had come to really enjoy, but until then she pressed her weight against him.

“Chryssi?”

“Hmm?”

Anon took a few deep breaths.

“I was wondering, since I’ll be busy next week and I won’t see you that much, how do you feel about going on a date with me this weekend?”

Chrysalis lifted her head up to look at him. “A date?”

“Yeah. We’ll dress up, go out to eat somewhere. Enjoy ourselves,” he replied, not meeting her gaze.

While he was trying to appear as casual as possible, she tasted his nervousness. Knowing him, he’d been working up the courage to ask her this since this morning. As loathe as she was being around ponies longer than needed, she didn’t have it in her to reject him.

“Why don’t we take a train somewhere for a day or two?” she suggested with a smile.

Relief filled the hyoo-man. “Wherever you want to go we’ll go,” he said.

“I’ll think of somewhere nice,” she replied, rubbing her cheek against his. “Maybe we can--”

As her cheek touched his skin she felt it. It raced through her body like a thunderbolt, stealing her breath away.

Love.

It was love unlike any she had ever tasted. Pure, untainted, unfiltered, intoxicating, otherworldly, perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

It was just a drop at first, then that drop became a brook, which turned into a stream. She found herself lost, twitching and jerking and moaning like a bitch in heat as she was overwhelmed by emotion so delicious and powerful that it nearly threatened her sanity.

Anon jumped in surprise as Chrysalis’s fingers dug into his thigh. He turned to see her twitching, her eyes rolling in her skull as her tongue hung out of her mouth. Before he could even begin to process a proper response, the woman pounced on him.

“MINE!