So...how about that title eh?

Okay well you've had a few days or so without Chrissy and Richard to make you chuckle, let's remedy that shall we XD

Sorry guys, but there shall be NO SEX in this chapter.

There was going to be, but I decided to extend the story a little more. If only to give more depth to the eventual…saucy stuff.

So yeah, please note that although there will still be comedy, the plot is going to venture deeper into the romantic and dark elements.

I hope you enjoy. Make sure to tell me how much you want the next chapter!

Begin!

Richie Is My Drug, My Addiction, My Richie, Richie, Richie!

Four months…

That's how long I've known Richard, how long it's been since we met, since the movie, the fat cow of a noble and…the kiss.

You know for being as old as I am, you'd reckon that there'd be little left in the world to surprise me.

But that kiss Richard gave me after walking me back to the hotel, the surprising amount of affection, not love, but affection that came with it.

Well it did surprise me…immensely.

I suppose getting all worked up over one little kiss would be considered silly, and in my case quite foolish.

I'm the Queen of the changeling race. The future of my kind rests with me…and the choice of male I pick to impregnate me.

I'd chosen Richard because he was the most fertile male I could sense. Every male, no matter their species, can get me knocked up. I even remember hearing about a past Queen getting so desperate that she ended up fucking a manticore…as a manticore.

I am not that desperate.

But the matter remains that my race's future rests with me.

So why am I being so selfish about it?

…Let me explain.

The day after the movie and the…kiss, Richard and I met up once more.

I was originally all set for him kissing me again, which would inevitably lead to me seducing and fucking him senseless.

I'd planned ahead, now that I knew that killing him was out of the question.

Now instead of killing him in the case that I climaxed, I would instead accidently swing a magically empowered hoof at him beforehand and knock him out, before continuing until he came inside me.

He would then wake up a little later on, I would apologise and say that I got caught up in the moment, we would hopefully laugh it off and I would make it up to him by giving him a hoofjob or something similar.

You know, since he would think that he never got to finish.

I would get an extra snack out of it too, so win, win.

This was not to be however.

Once I arrived at his place and we both sat down, he proceeded to apologise for the kiss, saying that it came off as more than he intended it too because he was still angry at Twilight and her lies.

And so he kissed me to try and get over it, not because he'd noticed that I'd been flirting with him from day one.

So yeah…it meant nothing.

I shouldn't have been bothered by it, I really shouldn't have.

I've been deceiving individuals with similar excuses almost all my life, so hearing it from another should have been easy to brush off and get over.

And I did get over it…for a while at least.

The plan was to simply redouble my efforts and seduce him into bed, but with him being as unpredictable as he was, he unknowingly fucked up this plan by asking if he could make it up to me by buying me something.

At first I declined. I'm a changeling after all and changelings have little need for pretty trinkets or sentimental objects.

However when we went out so he could buy me an "apology dinner", I just so happened to see this completely uninteresting and horrible necklace in the local jewellery store.

The shiny green emerald that linked the silver chain together was absolutely disgusting…and I didn't want it, I absolutely didn't want it!

So when he caught where my gaze was locked and stupidly bought the foolish trinket…I took it from him with the highest amount of reluctance.

You're not buying this are you?

Okay fine, I wanted the necklace!

It was very shiny…and pretty, and a mare sometimes needs pretty things.

In any case I am a Queen! And a Queen always looks her best, which the absolutely gorgeous gift just so happened to help with.

Hey it's not like he didn't get anything either…I gave him a thankful smooch on the cheek.

From a Queen!

So he has nothing to complain about, even if he doesn't have any idea who I really am.

We still got that dinner by the way, I didn't really need it as pony food does little for the changeling stomach…but it felt nice to go out and do something normal for a change.

I was still flirting my irrefutably sexy tush off mind you.

Not that he ever seemed to grasp this, but oh well, points for trying.

He walked me back to the hotel again afterwards, but no kiss happened this time.

And no, I was not disappointed by this.

Honest.

The next day I decided to do my usual every two day routine of grabbing a snack and sucking it dry, feeding myself, leaving the lucky bastard asleep and then going on my way to the tavern.

What luck it was that I met Richard inside, eating brunch, which was a mix of pony and griffon cuisine.

I think he called it something "similar to an English breakfast", whatever that is.

This had fortunately made everypony keep a large distance between them and him, which allowed me to easily sit opposite him and order myself some pointless hay fries so I wouldn't look awkward.

Richard was attacking his meal with gusto, which was actually kind of funny to observe, if somewhat unnerving to the others watching him.

Not me though, I found it funny and a little bit cute.

Which was strange because I'd never thought of the word "cute" since that Parasprite incident two decades back.

Needless to say, they weren't so cute when they started eating my children.

But seeing Richards cheeks puffed up like a squirrels was…rather adorable.

He seemed very happy to see me when I showed up, my feelers picking up a large amount of delight upon seeing me was proof of that.

Although some of it might just have been because of how tasty his food was, I'm not entirely sure to be honest.

We didn't do much that day, just eat some brunch, walked around Canterlot discussing various topics, talked about some Ice skating ring that was being constructed for Hearths Warming's Eve and basically had a normal day.

I was still flirting so it counted as normal for me.

But in any case I found something…strange by the end of that day, lying down in my bed, pondering what I could possibly do to try and sway Richard into his own bed the next day.

For…I had actually rather enjoyed the day, unproductive although it was.

And when I tried to figure out why…the answer was actually quite easy to grasp.

I'd enjoyed it because of Richard and his company.

It was a harsh truth, but in the midst of trying to find a suitable male and all that had happened in-between...I'd never actually really focused on myself.

On how lonely I was, how desperate I was for someone to talk to as myself, not some false identity.

And ever since the movie…that was all I really was with Richard.

I couldn't be completely honest about my real life, but as for acting like myself…yeah, that I could do. In fact it would be idiotic to act as anything else, seeing that Richard had now come to expect my dry and relatively sarcastic attitude.

And as the days turned into weeks and then into months…I couldn't deny just how grateful I was with him because of it.

I'd never stopped flirting with him, although he still failed to pick up any of it. But my original goal to flirt, fuck, get knocked up, knock him out and run…was…not abandoned, but it really wasn't what I focused on anymore.

I never really focused on anything like that as of late. Richard's emotions had become so positive in my presence that going out to get a snack was no longer necessary.

And since I wasn't actively absorbing it, seeing as it was so thick in the air, Richard had no fear of going into a coma.

I'm not going to lie, I found it disturbing at first, frightening even.

But Richard always seemed to notice. And even if he didn't know why, he was still a good friend. He still offered me comfort whether with words or…an embrace.

I recalled recollecting about the addictive dangers that came with taking in too much love with deception.

I knew it was possible for me to become addicted to said emotion.

I never knew it was actually possible to become addicted to someone because of emotions similar to it, positive emotions.

And I was…It had become routine to feel the friendly affection that poured from him every time we went out somewhere…Or just stayed at his home, talking, listening to some story tapes on a brand new device called a Radio and...just relaxing together.

I was becoming addicted to his constant stream of emotions, to him, to his...everything.

My goal was becoming blurred...and I had no idea what to do.

The sensation of fear was something I knew well...but as of late it had become very constant. What type of Queen was I to shrug off my duty to save my race...in favour of having a friend instead?

Ahh! I didn't know what to do!

It was eating me up on the inside and took every ounce of acting skill I possessed to keep it from Richard.

Or Richie, as I soon found myself calling him.

He liked that, I could feel it, I could always feel it and it felt…Mhmm.

I found myself craving it, more and more, I wanted it, needed it!

I already knew I was hooked and yet…I felt…a need, a need for him to feel the same way.

To me, because of me, to be focused on me completely.

It was foolish and immature, but I wanted his entire attention to be on me, just like mine was always on him.

I hated it when he looked at other mares, even if I could sense little to no lust from it.

Some came to talk to him when we were out, I hated them more. The friendliness that poured from them was deceptive, I knew it was!

And Richie would be caught in its trap…unless I did something about it.

I didn't use any magic on him; I couldn't risk him showing any lingering traces whenever he went to Celestia.

But thankfully I didn't need to…not on him. Those mares however…yes, it was fine with them.

A simple nudge, just a mere reminder and they would bring up Twilight Sparkle in the middle of the conversation.

Richie's irritation would skyrocket whenever this happened, the conversation was ended quickly and he would always tend to share his annoyance towards this with me.

I sympathized of course…and received much affection because of it, making me ever so more addicted to his taste.

Oh yes, I could taste it now. His emotions were…sweet and tangy…Mhmm.

I always wanted more, yet I never made myself absorb them on purpose, I never needed too.

The air was constantly coated with them…the air feed me, kept me warm, happy…he made me feel all of this.

And like I said…I wanted so badly for him to feel the same.

Perhaps that's when I realized it.

For it was so simple.

A changeling COULD love, really love.

I wondered quite a bit if this was what I felt, if my addiction to him, to his everything caused me to feel so strongly for him.

Yet I had no experience…So I did what I could and went with the flow.

Eventually however…my patience paid off.

It had just entered November. The air was crisp, chilly and very…well, wintery.

Richie and I hadn't met up at all the previous day, what with him having to go to Celestia a little earlier than expected, as well as staying overnight much to his chagrin.

Needless to say, I was shaking just a little and it wasn't because of the cold.

Thankfully though, we'd already arranged to go ice skating on the brand new rink that had finally been constructed.

And so it neared eight in the evening, the appointed time for our little…date.

I was…excited, greatly excited. All thoughts of foolishness and immaturity were forgotten.

"Okay Chrissy, this is your first REAL date, so you can't mess this up," I instructed firmly. "You meet up with Richie; have a nice little feast on his emotions…and maybe a cuddle or two. Oh! And make sure to keep any and all mares away from him. You can't have his attention wavering after all…and I really want him to look at me."

I gave my reflection another once over and grinned at the adorably sexy outfit I had on.

It wasn't much, but the cute black beanie hat combined with some magically insulated black socks and a red woolly coat…Damn I looked fine.

I looked even better when I transformed into my now quite usual form.

And so with a saucy wink at my reflection, I made my way out of the hotel and over to the ice rink where Richie and I agreed to meet up.

I felt him before I noticed his gaze upon me.

The sheer amount of…affection, warmth, happiness and even a trickle of...something more.

"Mhmm…I'd nearly forgotten how much I love this…love him and everything…everything…Mhmm."

He was wearing a warm looking cardigan with a snowflake stitched onto the front, his usual pair of blue jeans, black boots and a cute green beanie hat of his own.

He looked quite huggable and his emotions…were so filling.

In fact I was already full by the time I was close enough for a hug.

And a hug I received as he bent down slightly, trying not to touch the icy cold ground, and wrapped his strong arms around me.

I couldn't stop myself from eagerly forcing my muzzle into his neck, nuzzling against it, drawing out even more of that wonderful sensation. I wrapped my hooves around his shoulders and breathed in his scent.

"You smell nice," I complimented flirtatiously.

"So do you," he chuckled cheerfully. "Is that…cinnamon?"

I reluctantly pulled away from him and grinned, nodding in confirmation whilst trying my best not to blush at his playful smirk.

A Queen does not blush after all!

…But I didn't want to be a Queen, not then, not with him.

I just wanted to be Chrissy, his best friend, the only mare he trusted implicitly with all his troubles.

I always helped him with them as best I could…and if I couldn't then I was always a shoulder for him to lean on.

I noticed the ice skates being given out at a little booth behind him and nodding in that direction. He quirked an eyebrow and turned around, only to realize what I was nodding at and grinning sheepishly.

"Um…I'm just gonna warn you here and now, I'm not very good at ice skating," he admitted embarrassingly.

I smirked at his confession and held my muzzle as I high as I could, trying my utmost to appear snobbish and uppity.

"Well I just so happen to be the best ice skater in existence," I boasted gleefully, before smiling and shaking my head as I gazed at him shyly. "Just kidding, I'm actually pretty terrible myself."

He grinned at this and patted my head consolingly.

"We'll just fall over together then," he quipped humorously.

Ahh how I laughed at those words…only to realize just how true they were once we got on the rink.

"Let go of the side Chrissy," he laughed mirthfully.

"No, you let go of the side first!" I countered nervously.

"No you,"

"You!"

"You!"

"Okay, we both let go on the count of three," he offered, to which I nodded hesitantly.

"One," he began.

"Two," I continued for him.

"Three!" We shouted together, letting go of the rail and pushing off, both grinning like idiots as we somehow retained our balance.

"See that wasn't so-"

And then promptly began to swing our limbs around in some mad attempt to balance ourselves, only to fail at this dramatically and headbut the other.

I think I punched him somewhere too.

Though how I didn't jab his eyes out with my horn I will never know.

Needless to say, he ended up slipping and falling onto me, forcing me to unfortunately take the fall with him and land sprawled out on my back.

"Owww, Richie what the heck!" I moaned, a nasty throbbing pulsating momentarily where his head met mine.

"This wasn't my fault!" he retorted disbelievingly. "You punched me in the face!"

"I did not punch you in the face," I disagreed crossly. "Your head decided it was funny to high hoof my own!"

You know…

It was funny…how our eyes seemed to open at the exact same time.

And how I only just noticed how our positioning looked, with him leaning over me, his crotch area touching my barely clothed one.

I felt my cheeks heat up rapidly upon this revelation, just as I saw his own doing the same

Ohh…the emotion that I felt then.

Affection, tenderness, slight embarrassment and…the briefest lick of love.

Not friendly love, not familial love…but true love.

And then it was gone, gone as he began to carefully slide himself and I towards the side, me on my thankfully clothed back and he on his knees.

I barely paid attention.

"He…loves me?" My mind echoed in disbelief. "It was so brief, maybe he doesn't even realize it. But I do…he…he might…he might love me."

"You okay Chrissy?"

I snapped out of my daze and smiled…quite happily up at his rather concerned face.

"Aww, there's no need to be worried Richie. Now that I know how you REALLY feel...soon…soon I will show you everything I know, everything I can possibly give you."

The thoughts going through my mind were…not what I was used to. As of late they had been getting steadily more foolish and silly, especially for a changeling.

But with every ounce of affection, tenderness and sheer friendliness I fed on, the less I seemed to care.

So that thought, that plan in particular…was the most exciting, intelligent and foolproof scheme I had thought of yet.

"I feel wonderful Richie," I purred sultrily, not caring whether or not if went over his head as per usual. "Ohh, I've never felt better in all my life."

He cocked an eyebrow at this as even more concern radiated from him and into my stomach.

"Right," he drawled unsurely. "Well let's get out of the rink and go to my place okay."

I merely smiled seductively at his words, pressing my entire body against his as a familiar need to get close filled my every thought.

And even as I did so, he still managed to get the both of us out of the rink, removing both our skates before putting his shoes back on.

And then…

Then he lifted me up and held me even closer, mumbling under his breath about "Taking a knock to her head". I merely snuggled my muzzle into his neck and sighed happily, even more emotion and comfort filling my needs.

Ohh, there it was again.

He was looking at me, I could tell…and the lick of love from before…it teased my feelers briefly.

Just like before…and I savoured it devotedly.

"Mhmm…love you," I mumbled quietly.

"Did you say something?"

I forced myself to snap out of my stupor and look up at Richie, using all my acting skill to lie through my teeth.

"I said thank you. I think I might have hurt my head a little."

His eyes softened before he squeezed me affectionately, obviously trying to rid me of my worries.

"Don't worry about it," he soothed gently. "I have some peas in the freezer and a couple of blankets. You can stay at mine tonight."

I…felt so happy.

I was inside his home not twenty minutes later. He hadn't even shown an ounce of strain carrying me the whole way.

And once we were safely inside and his shoes were off, he carried me into his bedroom and tucked me in, making sure that a few extra blankets were among his covers.

He left soon after, but quickly returned with a pack of frozen peas and a hot cup of hot chocolate.

Said peas were pressed against my forehead for around ten minutes, not a word leaving either of us until he eventually took them back and placed them on the floor.

"Thank you," I whispered jubilantly. "You don't need to look after me, I honestly don't feel too bad."

I was being honest too. My head wasn't pounding anymore…even though my mind was a plethora of intense emotion and clouded judgment.

"It's fine," he rebuked swiftly. "It was an accident and anyway I…I just want to make sure you're okay."

I smiled at the true, honest concern he radiated.

For me, the real me. I'd always been the real me, ever since that movie. Even if I didn't look like myself, it was always my real personality.

And so the emotion I received was always just that little sweeter.

"I'll stay," I promised coyly. "But only if you stay with me."

He seemed very surprised by my request. My feelers were picking most of it up, as well as some hesitation and slight…excitement?

"I…are you sure?" he asked uncertainly.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I admitted breathily, lidding my eyes at him tenderly. "Stay with me tonight…please."

A Queen honestly pleading for something was…wrong.

So why did it feel so right?

He hesitated once more…but smiled and nodded, taking off his cardigan and top as he walked around to the other side of the bed.

My gaze never left him.

He lifted up the high number of blankets and covers, before slowly climbing in and eventually settling down next to me, his expression caught between nervousness and delight.

I shimmied my way to him, resting my head on his shoulder, my eyes half closed as they gazed into his own.

He smiled at me and…touched my cheek tentatively.

"Night Chrissy," he said, his voice deep and husky.

He closed his eyes and buried his head into his pillow, anxiousness creeping its way into his emotions.

"Silly Richie, there's no need to be nervous, not with me."

I buried my face deeper into his shoulder and sighed happily.

For I was happy, happier than I could ever remember.

"Sleep well," I whispered joyfully. "My love."

Author's Note

I can see it now.

"What the hell Zamairiac!"

"Where's the fucking SEX!"

Well I decided that this wasn't going to be the second to last chapter after all.

I want some more depth into the story, especially now that Chrissy has become unable to separate her addiction and genuine feelings for Richard.

Any questions, you know what to do!

Peace Everypony XD