Rightyo!

Did you enjoy the cliffhanger? I know I did XD

Anyway since it took so long for me to update last time, I figured that I'd get around to doing it sooner rather than later.

Or you know, before more shit comes out of nowhere to distract me.

Begin!

I Am Not Chrysalis, I Am Chrissy, I Am Yours

I kept my gaze permanently on the sofas cushion, refusing to look up and acknowledge the potential fear and disgust my Richie would give me.

And yet...

"I'm not sensing anything?" I thought curiously.

With a rather nervous gulp, I looked up and stared into Richie's eyes.

They were wide, impossibly wide, filled with shock and…shock.

Shock is a difficult emotion to sense when the individual feels it to such a degree. And the degree in which Richie felt it must have been…astronomical.

"Richie?" I purred gently, lifting my holed right hoof onto his cheek.

It was a foolish move.

My beloved blinked rapidly as a whole wave of emotion suddenly swarmed around him. He shot off of the sofa, away from my trembling hoof and fell onto his back, catching it on the corner of his coffee table and yelping in pain.

"Richie!" I cried worriedly, quickly hopping off of the sofa as I made my way towards him. "That looked painful sweetie, are you okay?"

He ignored me as I neared him however; small bursts of fear and disbelief beginning to consume him as he rapidly backed away.

I could feel my lower lip trembling miserably as this came to pass. His expression, his emotions were caught in a trap of terror and astonishment.

But then…there is was…I could sense it.

He didn't believe that I was…me, and that's what terrified him, not my appearance.

I dug deeper into his emotions, carefully navigating my way through them until I came upon his psyche.

"I…I can't sense any disgust…none at all. He's never seen a changeling truly transform before."

The answer was clear as day.

"To him it must have looked like *Chrissy* disappeared…only for a monster to take her place."

Despite me announcing who and what I truly was to him, my sudden retransformation had pretty much knocked those words out of him.

"Wh-Where's Chrissy?!"

I snapped out of my trance and gazed down at his frightened…yet determined expression. He was lying back against a wall, trembling in a mix of fear and anger.

"Where is she?!" he demanded furiously. "What have you done with her, monster?!"

Those words…

They hurt me…they hurt me deeply.

I forced my lip to stop trembling and swallowed a large intake of air, before moving ever so slowly towards him, speaking softly as I did so.

"It's me Richie," I crooned gently. "I'm right here my love."

He blinked at my words and cocked his head sideways, gazing at me inquisitively.

"My love?" he asked sceptically. "Chrissy never called me that."

I forced my expression to soften despite the bite in his words, before shakily answering his statement.

"I always thought it though," I confessed honestly. "But now…now I can say it for you to hear, because you love me too."

He just looked…stunned.

"You can't be her," he whispered disbelievingly. "You can't be…"

I smiled softly at his words, still edging just that little closer, my eyes trained on every movement he made, feelers primed for every emotion he felt.

I stopped just a touch away from him…it took everything I had to keep my hooves on the ground and not…not around him.

I wanted to comfort him so badly.

"It's me baby," I promised ruefully, tears creeping into the corners of my eyes as I remembered that word.

"Monster, monster, monster, monster!"

"But you can't be," he repeated…but I could sense the uncertainty that wasn't there before, filling him up gradually.

I moved my muzzle just a tad closer to his face, making it easy for him to see only my eyes.

"Look at me Richie," I beseeched tenderly, smiling as his eyes locked onto my own. "It's me, it's Chrissy, your Chrissy."

We both stared deeply into the others eyes, barely blinking, just…gazing and thinking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his left hand slowly, tentatively rising towards my face.

He seemed to notice this and stop, much to my dismay.

"One thing," he said slowly.

"W-What?" I asked, confusion surrounding me at his statement.

He kept his eyes on my own and took a deep breath, said eyes almost…searching as they gazed into mine.

"Tell me one thing?" he asked. "One thing that only Chrissy would know."

I blinked at the question…but found it disarmingly clever, as well as appropriate.

"One thing that only I would know…His past? No, no he could say that I was listening before I replaced *Chrissy*. It needs to be something…older, something only the two of us have shared."

But then…I remembered.

I focused my gaze back on him and smiled as lovingly as I possibly could…For I did love him, so much.

"We went ice skating once," I began softly. "You told me I smelt like cinnamon."

His eyes widened a touch…but I wasn't done.

"I boasted about being the best ice skater in existence, but we were both pretty terrible," I continued, chuckling a little. "Neither of us would let go of the rail, and when we agreed to let go together…well, I punched you in the face and you headbutted me."

"Is that a smile?"

I caught it…it was brief but it was there.

He had smiled...amusement spiking around him for but a moment.

"You thought that I'd hurt my head," I giggled playfully. "You carried me all the way back here and let me lie down in your bed."

I couldn't stop myself from moving my muzzle closer, nor the nuzzling of his nose that followed.

"He's starting to believe me, I can feel it!"

"You looked after me," I remembered fondly. "Put some frozen peas against my head, made me a cup of hot chocolate and eventually…slept next to me."

I lidded my eyes as the happy memory washed over me.

"I loved you so much for that," I confessed joyfully. "It was without a doubt the best night of my life."

There was nothing else I could add to that.

And so I remained silent, watching and feeling everything Richard did.

The shock was still there, but it was nowhere near as high as it once was. He still wasn't disgusted by me either…but he was still a little scared.

"Don't be afraid," I crooned gently. "I will never hurt you, I promise."

His hand rose up again, making its painstakingly slow way onto my face…my cheek,

Ohh…his touch made me feel so alive, so loved. I couldn't stop myself from leaning into it, nor could I stop the content purr that escaped my muzzle.

"Chrissy?" he whispered uncertainly, his eyes searching my own.

"Yes baby, it's me."

His eyes suddenly started to water, tears creeping into their corners.

"It's really you?" he asked…pleaded really.

I smiled softly and nodded, moving forward ever so slightly as I spread my forehooves wide.

I needed him to embrace me…I needed a cuddle right about now.

His other hand reached my untouched cheek, allowing him to fully cup my face and stroke it gently with his thumbs.

"I called you a monster," he whispered regretfully. "Oh Chrissy, I'm so sorry."

I could feel how upset he was, how remorseful he felt, how he wished he could take it back,

"You were confused and scared Richie," I consoled dotingly. "It's not your fault, you didn't mean it."

Instead of waiting for him to take the initiative, I tentatively closed in and wrapped my hooves around him. To my surprise, he actually responded to this very swiftly. His arms wrapped themselves around my midsection, his hands grasping against my chitinous plating.

I pressed my forehead against his, mindful not to shank him with my horn as I did so. Our eyes simply gazed into the other…his lips were so close, so tantalizing.

My own lips tingled with the urge…

But I couldn't, there was something I needed to do first.

"I have so much I need to tell you Richie," I crooned sadly. "I don't think that you'll like what you have to hear."

His eyes narrowed slightly, a spike of curiosity alongside…slight fear, accompanying it.

"I always felt as though you were hiding something," he admitted, much to my surprise. "But this...this is nothing like I could ever have imagined."

"I'm sorry I kept this from you Richie," I apologized repentantly.

"It's fine."

It wasn't fine, I knew that and so did he.

"But I'm going to make it right…and hopefully still come out of this his lover."

"Let's get off the floor shall we?" he advised, chuckling ever so slightly as he parted from my embrace and began to stand up.

He moved past me and made to sit down, only for me to light up my horn and keep him still.

"Chrissy what are you-"

He hissed in pain as I tenderly touched the slowly bleeding cut on his back, no doubt caused from him catching it against the table.

"You're bleeding sweetie," I explained gently.

He blinked and attempted to move his hand towards it. I merely batted it away and moved closer to it myself, before sticking out my tongue and coating the cut in my saliva.

"Ugh that stings," he grumbled quietly.

"Quit being such a baby, it's already healed."

Indeed it was. The cut was no longer there, there wasn't even a scar to prove that there ever was one.

He moved his hand to the spot and pressed against it, but from what I could sense, he felt no pain.

"Wow Chrissy, that's some…really good spit," he quipped jokingly.

"A changeling Queen can heal almost any wound with her saliva," I explained playfully, moving past him and sitting down on the sofa once more. "It can also function as a powerful aphrodisiac…for both the Queen and whoever's lucky enough to be on the receiving end."

While true, I didn't mention that it only works if the recipient also loved the Queen. If it were otherwise then the consequences of losing my disguise during sex wouldn't have been so severe.

I'm not exactly sure how it even works; I've never used it before. But I imagine that magic and certain chemicals in the body are responsible.

"Really?" he asked bemusedly. "I'm not really feeling any desire to pounce on you right now."

"You have to swallow it idiot," I teased impishly. "Besides…I can feel a small smidge of arousal around you right now, so why would I need it?"

"You can feel my arousal?"

I smirked and edged closer, until I was certain he could feel my breath on his skin.

"Not physically," I purred sultrily. "Not yet anyway."

Before he could so much as blink, I moved back to my original position and leaned on the sofa in a rather…seductive manner.

I hate to admit it, but his expression did make him look very silly.

Yet the sudden spike in arousal, a bigger, tastier spike, made it all so worth it.

"But to answer your question, yes I can feel your emotions…I always could."

He blinked at this revelation in a sort of…stupor, before rapidly turning red as his embarrassment rose.

"Oh…well that's good to know," he jested half-heartedly.

"I can't help it Richie," I pleaded honestly. "For a changeling, feeling another's emotion is like breathing. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to, especially not without consequences."

"What consequences?" he asked curiously, tilting his head to one side inquisitively. "It can't be that bad…can it?"

"Well why don't you hold your breath and see what happens," I advised sarcastically. "Or maybe you should stop eating for a while. The hunger pangs are fantastic."

He grimaced at my tone which in turn caused me to wince. I could feel the tiny smidge of hurt…

"Sorry Richie," I whispered apologetically. "I didn't mean…I just hate it when others think that we sense and eat emotion by choice."

"No, no it's fine," he waved off forgivingly. "You're completely in the right; I shouldn't have been so ignorant with my question."

"But I shouldn't have been so nasty."

"Well I shouldn't have been so stupid."

We both looked at the other for about ten seconds…before quite literally leaning and laughing against the other.

"This is nothing like I could ever have imagined!" I though happily. "Richie's taking this remarkably well. He's happy too, he's so happy and not…revolted by me."

Did I really have to tell him about my original intentions?

Maybe…maybe there wasn't any need. I mean they had long since been abandoned, so what was the point of bringing up old plans.

"No Chrysalis!" I scolded mentally. "No more lies, no more deception. You tell him and hope that he still desires you by the end of it."

"Are you okay Chrissy?"

I snapped out of my rather…decisive thoughts and focused my attention back on my beloved.

"I…I have to tell you something Richard,"

"Yeah, you said so before," he replied, concern light in his tone. "Whatever it is, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I don't mind not knowing everything about you, you know."

I smiled at that.

I smiled at him, at his beautiful face, his wonderful concern…love, love for me.

He still loved me…but my words had a possibility of changing this.

"I have to tell him, I have to know…"

I took a deep breath and placed my hooves in the grip of both his hands, gazing at him lovingly as I did so.

The moment was right, I could do this.

"What do you know about my race Richie?" I asked curiously.

He blinked at the question but seemed to think on it intensely, even his expression was serious.

"Why can I feel amusement right no-"

"You sparkle in the moonlight and are constantly in other castles," he chirped happily.

I think my eye twitched.

"THAT MOVIE DID NOT HAPPEN!"

…

It took a while for him to stop laughing, as well as me to stop mock beating on him. But we eventually stopped, although I didn't move from my…comfier spot.

His legs are really cosy.

"To seriously answer your question," he said suddenly. "I don't really know much else apart from the fact that they tried to invade Canterlot a while back."

"Not one of my finest moments," I grumbled bitterly.

He merely chuckled and stroked my mane gently.

"How are you taking this so easily?" I blurted, almost accusingly.

"What do you mean?"

"This, me, everything," I continued uncontrollably. "I'm a hideous bug that just admitted to withholding secrets you probably won't like, and you're just taking it all in stride!"

Without any warning, I suddenly found myself being…quite easily heaved onto my rump. But before I could so much as say a thing, Richie's face was unexpectedly in front of mine, his eyes hard and yet…gentle in a way.

"Don't ever think that you're hideous Chrissy," he…pretty much ordered sternly.

"Think?" I laughed unhappily. "I don't think, I know. Every single pony that has EVER seen the true me has either screamed and fled or screamed and attacked me."

I turned away from him and closed my eyes. The words shouldn't have bothered me, they really shouldn't have.

But it had happened every time. Whether he was thinking correctly or not, even Richard had called me a monster.

"I am a monster Richard," I admitted quietly. "I look the part and I've done some terrible things to keep me and my race alive."

I turned my head to face him…to finally declare…

"I planned on using you when we first met," I confessed coldly. "I needed a male to help restore my race after that princess's magic made them overdose on love. You were the most fertile one I'd ever met. It only made sense that you were the one I was to manipulate…and eventually kill."

There it was. The shock, the anger…anger at being used by me in the exact same way Celestia was using him…more or less. The anger was small, but it was there none the less.

"You were going to kill me?" he asked quietly.

I merely regarded him apathetically and nodded.

I couldn't let myself feel emotion, not yet…I had to tell him everything before sobs racked my body.

As I knew they would.

"After being impregnated, you would have become a loose end, a liability. I didn't allow liabilities."

"And it's just that easy?" he asked bewilderedly.

Poor, naïve Richie. He'd only killed once, he had no idea what my life was really like.

"I've been doing the same routine all my life," I told him honestly. "Killing just doesn't…bother me anymore."

We were both silent after that. His emotions were all over the place, it was difficult to separate them.

Especially when my own were barely contained.

"So what's stopping you from killing me?" he finally asked.

I didn't answer his question, merely choosing to gaze at him emotionlessly instead.

"It wouldn't be difficult," he continued quietly. "You could just hold me down with your magic and…once done, finish the job."

I continued to stare blankly at him for a few more moments, trying my best to ignore the fear welling up within him.

But then I moved, slowly, patiently, my eyes locked on his own.

I climbed onto him and pushed him down easily, until I was leaning over him, my muzzle inches away from his throat.

His fear was very intense now, yet he did nothing…nothing but remain brave, however frightened he truly was.

I admired that.

I pressed my muzzle against his smooth skin and licked it tenderly, moving leisurely up his windpipe until stopped just underneath his lips.

My eyes flicked upwards onto his, noticing that he had closed them in a sort of…finality.

I kissed both of them gently, much to his surprise as they swiftly opened upon contact, locking onto mine.

"I will never hurt you Richard," I vowed lovingly, his fear spluttering at my words.

I began laying slow, deliberate kisses upon his face, working my way down onto his lips.

I spoke as I did so.

"Don't...be afraid...of me...my love."

Stupid tears…they were soaking his skin.

I couldn't help it. Admitting to fucking and killing…it had really scared him.

And it was my fault.

I jumped at the cool hand cupping my right cheek…but relished it, I couldn't help it.

"You're scared of me," I said sadly.

There was no point in him lying. I could feel it, taste it on him…it tasted like ash.

"Yeah I am," he confessed shakily.

More tears…slow, silent.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed quietly.

He didn't say anything, choosing instead to merely embrace me hesitantly, holding me close.

I rested my head underneath his chin, sniffling as I fought back the sobs.

"A Queen doesn't cry…"

But I wasn't a Queen in that moment, I was just Chrissy, his Chrissy…wasn't I?

"Chrissy?"

I shuffled out from under his chin and gazed down at him, neither knowing nor caring what I looked like.

Oh…

He was kissing me, awkwardly as he tried to avoid my fangs.

Yet…he was kissing me.

I pulled back from the kiss, despite every part of me screaming in protest, and looked at him helplessly.

"D-Don't," I whimpered hopelessly.

My heart beat for him, only him, forever him.

"Don't give me false hope," I pleaded pitifully.

He could kiss me again and I'd accept it, I'd always accept it. He could refuse me, play with my emotions, mess with my head…as long as he still kissed me, pretended to love me.

I'd always accept it…but false hope, false love…it would destroy me.

Yet I would still accept it...

He was scared of me, getting less so as time passed on…yet he was still frightened of me.

"Your eyes are really beautiful," he complimented softly.

I merely snorted, sick amusement and honest disbelief becoming my response to that.

Though…it melted gradually. I could feel the honesty behind it.

"I look disgusting and you're frightened of me," I retorted bitterly, tears creeping their way out of my eyes once more.

"A Queen doesn't cry…"

No…no…

More kissing, one after the other, long, short…prolonged.

They weakened my resolve kiss by kiss, bit by bit.

"You look exotic…and stunning," he countered smoothly. "And yes…I'm frightened, but not of you, not of my Chrissy."

"W-What are you talking about?" I stammered miserably. "I can sense your fear Richard. It's aimed at me, nothing else."

I was on my rump before I could so much as blink.

He was sitting too, gazing at me, holding me tightly and yet…gently.

I wanted to hold him too.

"Queen Chrysalis scares me," he correctly firmly.

"I am Queen Chrysalis."

He merely shook his head…and…and kissed me again.

"Ohh..."

"No you're not," he rebuked gently. "Right now, Chrysalis would hold me down, force me to fuck her and then kill me. She wouldn't give a damn about me, she wouldn't care, she wouldn't…love me like you do…don't you?"

I nodded frantically, I couldn't help it.

I was raised to be the unbreakable Queen, the one that strikes fear into her enemies, the Queen who cared nothing for anyone but herself and her children.

So where was she?

Where was the unbreakable Queen?

I wasn't her…

I was broken by his fear, fear of me. I loved him; I needed him to love me back.

"But Chrissy…my Chrissy," he continued lovingly. "She laughed with me, befriended me, stuck up for me. Did she do it with in intention to kill me?"

"No!" I cried defiantly. "I…I don't know. I need my children, I need you, I need a mate…I need all of it, but I will never kill you or use you or deceive you to get it."

He merely smiled…and like magic, his fear of me was gone, dust in the wind.

I'm not sure how long I spent gazing at him, reading his emotions, feeding on his…his love for me.

"My appearance-"

"Doesn't change how I feel," he interrupted inflexibly. "Do you not love me because I now know what you are?"

"No of course not!" I rebuffed quickly. "I love you no matter what."

"Then please believe that I do too," he implored softly.

I stared at him incredulously, but allowed myself the smile that fought its way onto my muzzle.

"You're impossible," I sighed in amusement.

"You love me for it though," he quipped swiftly.

I merely shook my head and rolled my eyes, only to suddenly feel his hand rubbing against my chitinous plating.

When in battle, a changelings plating becomes hardened by adrenaline and blood. Out of battle however, it becomes as soft as any other underbelly.

Thus my sudden collapse and content purring became inevitable the moment he started giving me a tummy rub.

Not that he seemed to mind. In fact I could feel how happy he was as I nuzzled against the side of his neck lovingly.

"Sooo you like?" he asked bemusedly.

"Mhmm…"

"No more tears, no more drama?" he continued jokingly.

"Mhmm…"

He moved his hand off of my tummy…just a fraction actually.

I responded to this sudden tragedy by putting us muzzle to nose and pleading with him silently.

He of course took this to a horrendous level of mocking…that I may or may not have played along with.

"Chrissy want rubby?" he drawled teasingly.

I glared at him…but quickly played along and nodded as I saw his beloved hand moving further and further away from my tum…I mean stomach.

His hand moved back under and-

"Oooh…feels nice…"

This continued for what felt like hours…or it may have been a minute, who knows.

You can't blame me; he's a pretty good tummy rubber.

"Chrissy?"

I was snapped out of my stupor from the sheer seriousness in his tone.

"Yes Richie?"

"What happens now?" he asked innocently, worry alongside it.

I remained silent for at least a few minutes.

"I don't know," I eventually admitted. "You know what I am now…everything's changed from how it was this morning."

"Everything?" he questioned disbelievingly. "I know that you love me now. That's all that's changed for me."

I couldn't stop myself from smiling, nor the slow yet deep kisses I covered his chest with.

"He truly loves me for me, not for what I look like…What did I do to deserve someone so open minded?"

"Although now that I think about it, it does help that you have a hot body," he confessed playfully. "You know that personality first, body second rule that most guys preach about. Bullshit, all of it. Your ass swayed me, it was too damn fine not to."

I let out a rather girlish giggle as he said this, silently thanking him for clearing the sudden tension.

"Your voice is quite pretty too," he added impishly. "That little two tone thing you've got going on. Mhmm, very sexy. I had no chance resisting you."

Before he could so much as blink, I'd jumped to my hooves and pinned his arms behind his head magically. Said hooves were tracing his body slowly, although I made sure to bite my lower lip and lid my eyes, you know, just to make sure I captured his complete attention.

"If you wanted to fuck," I crooned sultrily. "Then you only had to ask honey bun."

"Gotcha!"

The sudden wave of nervousness, accompanied by that expression was just too adorable.

"Uhh Chrissy, I've never…I mean I wanted to, but I've never had the chance and…uhh-"

I promptly shut him up with a rather rigorous smooch, simultaneously tracing my right hoof over his jeans teasingly.

"We don't have to fuck if you don't want to," I breathed as I drew away from his lips.

He seemed rather relieved with that…

"Oh good, well not good, but not bad either-"

I could use my hoof, but I find kissing him to quieten him far more effective…and fun.

I broke the kiss yet again and swiftly moved down until my muzzle was lying on his…happiness.

His very excited happiness.

"Chrissy I-"

"Shut up."

"Yes Ma'am."

I used my magic to slowly take off his clothing, revealing my…hard earned prize.

"Come to mommy, baby!"

End

Author's Note

But Zamairiac! The emotions were all OVER THE PLACE!

Really? Couldn't tell XD

Can you hear that?

No, no over there.

...

I think it's the angry fans that want me to continue the rest.

All well!

In all seriousness, thank you all for not only helping me reach one thousand followers but also for your wonderful comments

There will be a little interlude between this chapter and the beginning of Act Two.

Yes there will be clop, but it will be a little after a week since Chrissy's…experimentation. For that little bit at the end, yeah, it's just some foreplay.

If you want the clop…SHOUT!

I'm such an ass, cya next time XD