THIS CHAPTER AND ALL OTHER'S THAT FOLLOW ARE NO LONGER A PART OF THE NEVER JUDGE STORYLINE. THEY WILL REMAIN FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO READ THEM, BUT DO NOT HAVE ANY CONSEQUENCE ON THE SEQUEL

Sup fellow fans!

THERE WILL BE FOREPLAY! DIRTY, DIRTY CHRISSY FOREPLAY!

Well I've had a few days to ponder on where to take this story, and have thankfully figured it out!

Normally I just wing it, and I may still do so in areas. But I've actually planned ahead with this one and know how the second act ends.

Remember when I mentioned about that interlude, as well as the sex happening about a week or so after the last chappy?

Yeah, it's not happening.

The interlude has been discarded. Sex is going to happen in the second part of this chapter, as well as some other…lovely scenarios.

So please enjoy, comment and point out any typo's I may make XD

By the way, points of views are introduced as of this chapter.

Begin!

Act Two- Heartfelt Love And A Tragic Secret

We Are Mated For Life

(Part One- The Secret)

Chrissy Pov

I am so fucking happy.

As usual I have woken up in bed with my beloved, my head lying on his chest, his arms wrapped tightly yet comfortably around my midsection.

The first thing I'm usually aware of is the sheer love that Richard gives off, even whilst he's asleep.

It's just that potent.

"It's nice to have breakfast in bed."

It's been a little over one month since Richie and I became lovers, three months off a year since we first met each other in that tavern.

How wonderful all of it has been…

The love he held back, the flame, the burning and passionate blaze.

How immense it's become…all for me.

I feel so powerful all the time…it's nearly all consuming and yet I feel no desire to act rashly.

I just want my Richie…just him.

I smile at the thought and snuggle my muzzle deeper into his neck, breathing in the glorious scent of my lover, the familiar and…oh so delicious aroma.

With no hesitation, I slowly begin to lick and plant butterfly kisses against it, simultaneously soaking up all the love and distinct saltiness as I do so.

My body quickly begins to feel hot, warning me of what could happen should I continue.

"Just…just a little more couldn't hurt could it?" I ponder thoughtfully. "I just want to show him how much I care, how much I adore him…love him. For him to wake up and feel it…Mhmm, yes just a little more."

Ignoring the steadily rising heat within my blood, I continue to shower his face, neck and shoulder in loving kisses and little licks…even the occasional nibble.

In fact maybe he could do with a few more nibbles…just a few…I know he likes it too.

My fangs graze his sensitive neck slowly, affectionately…tenderly.

"Just a little harder Chrissy," I coax silently. "He'll love it, pleasure mixed with pain…he'll love…love…"

I press down as the thought easily consumes me, my tongue darting out to coat his skin in my lovely numbing saliva.

"Yes…more…bite him…make him mine…all mine…my mate…"

I notice his eyes flickering slightly and halt.

"Mhmm…Chrissy?"

"Bite him!"

His eyes flicker open and move to look at me sideways.

I could already feel the love increasing, arousal following…he had no idea of what I was about to do.

"Make him ours!"

"Feeling a little frisky this morning love?" he asked cheekily, chuckling lightly.

"MARK HIM!"

The overwhelming desire to do so presses against my mind, urging me to just…give in.

"MATE WITH HIM!"

I move back slightly and smile lovingly up at him, the urge, the desire to show him everything I knew…to make him relax as I took him into a world of bliss.

"I really need you Richie," I purr…near desperately.

He turns to face me and draws me into a very passionate kiss, one so familiar…for every morning we share it.

In our bed…in our house…together.

"You feel…hot Chrissy," he murmurs, concern beginning to slowly make itself known. "Are you feeling okay?"

I merely lid my eyes and smirk sultrily, moving my body even closer onto his.

Despite the fact that we had not yet had sex, I remained adamant that he slept without a scrap of clothing on him.

And thus as our bodies became as close as they could, I easily felt his slight arousal.

"He's not completely aroused…I should fix that."

I move my left hind leg up and rub it against his member amorously, watching with glee as his eyes darken and his lusty emotions spike.

He stands at attention in seconds, causing me to grin victoriously and maneuver my leg manipulatively. My lips instantly capture his own, my tongue quickly thrusting inside and easily wrapping around my lovers wet muscle.

Whilst he is distracted, I focus mentally and smoothly force the hole above his length to expand slightly. I then flare up a tiny bit of magic and secrete the soft flesh with very clear yet thin slime, similar to the very same we changelings use to cocoon our food.

Without any hesitation, I press my leg down and force his arousal to slip inside.

"Ohh…that feels so good."

Richie hisses into our kiss pleasurably and moves his right hand down my stomach, causing me to sigh happily, bliss overwhelming myself as well as my feelers.

With a bit of playful force, I force my Richie onto his back, before shuffling just that little closer and putting my muzzle right against his nose.

"Relax baby," I purr soothingly. "Let me do all the work, just lay back and enjoy me."

Richie's arousal twitches at my words, his eyes darkening lustfully and yet regarding me…lovingly.

"I don't want you to feel unsatisfied Chrissy," he argues stubbornly, much to my amusement.

"Believe me sweetie, doing this never leaves me unsatisfied," I vow sultrily.

It's true too.

Just seeing and feeling how happy I make him, how my actions bring him to an uncontrollable bliss, to know that he is completely at my mercy…

I'm never left wanting by the time he's a panting mess.

I quickly smoother his chest in small licks and kisses, occasionally scraping my fangs over the sensitive skin, much to his pleasure.

A devious idea forms in my mind suddenly, and thus I crawl my way up to him, stopping only when my muzzle is breathing over his left ear.

"Does it feel good my love?" I croon contently.

Before he can answer, I focus mentally yet again and carefully narrow the hole around his arousal. It stops just below the head of his member, clenching around the easily pleased glans.

I begin to twist…

Richie instantly threw his head back, hissing with pleasure as his arousal spiked to near feral levels.

"No matter the species, males are so easy to please."

Of course Richie took a bit of…studying before I understood what he did and didn't like. Yet unlike my previous…experiences, I put my all into figuring out just what they were.

"He's going to be my mate after all…"

Imagine my surprise when Richie began pleasing me with such…ease in return.

For one that had never had sex and only a few small…bits of foreplay, he sure knew how to satisfy a mare.

When I asked him how he was so good…he merely said that he paid attention to what I did and didn't like…because…because he wanted me to feel nothing less than perfect, than beautiful.

He wanted me to believe these things…and after a while, I did.

He found me beautiful, I could feel it. After our little bit of first foreplay, he was more than a little distracted by my appearance.

My real appearance.

I caught him staring at my tush so many times I lost count, not that it bothered me. In fact after I caught him the final time, I may…have pounced on him and shoved said tush in his face.

What did he call that position again…sixty nine?

Even when we were out I sometimes played dirty…and a bit dangerous.

Mainly by sometimes jumping onto his lap and carefully changing my oh so sexy ass back into its true form, whilst leaving everything else perfectly Unicorn. Richie often scolded me whenever I did this…but was always quelled with a loving smooch.

"He simply cannot keep his hands off me," I giggled silently. "Not that I can talk exactly…"

I can never stop myself from giggling as I recall the…pleasure, I gave him under a table in one of Canterlot's comedy clubs.

"Chrissy you can't do that here!" he exclaimed quietly.

"Can't do what?" I asked innocently from under the table, his trousers already halfway down his legs.

"Gimmie my trousers back!"

"No!"

It's funny how complacent he became from a mere pout and puffed out cheeks.

Oh and rubbing his dick may have helped, you know, just a little.

I don't even have to use my feelers to know how close he is, I can see it plain as day on his face.

"Are you going to come baby?" I purr slowly, getting a very rapid nod in return.

With a small smirk, I lift my leg from his arousal and crawl down to it myself, leaving my heat comfortably nestled just over his face.

I look back at his adorably panting face and wink flirtatiously.

"Work me over honey bun, and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life."

It took less than two seconds for my Richie to dig into…well, me. At first he'd had no idea what to do, but with my gentle guidance, I moulded him into a bit of an expert in the art of foreplay.

A moan escapes me as his tongue flicks against just the right spot.

"Ohh, I think I trained you too well baby."

"You know you love it," he growls teasingly.

Oooh that confidence, that cockiness…I love it.

"Two can play at this game sweetie."

I quickly repeat my earlier actions and place his arousal snuggly inside the hole on my right forehoof.

But since I'm not a one trick pony, I swiftly tip the scales in my favor and engulf the head with my muzzle, before dragging my tongue around the sensitive glans at an achingly slow pace.

He didn't last ten seconds.

I couldn't repress the victorious smirk as I felt my beloved finish inside my muzzle. The moans escaping him were very arousing…very.

Yet I promised him the best orgasm of his life…and I never break my promises with him.

Just as he let loose the final drop, I quickly soaked his dick with my numbing saliva, before biting down and releasing a…rather large amount of a wonderful chemical into it.

The results were instantaneous.

Richie's penis rapidly regained its arousal and pulsated angrily. Said lover was already panting from before, yet now sounded as though he'd run a marathon.

The chemical I used was a very unusual piece of changeling physiology, used mostly to bring the changelings food source back in the mood.

But if used in a large amount as I just did…

"Richard…" I crooned sultrily.

He didn't say anything, merely gazing at me unfocused eyes.

"Come for me baby!" I commanded sweetly, giving his arousal a very slow twist.

The chemical finally took full effect and quite literally forced him to release his essence once more. I didn't swallow it this time, choosing instead to let it cover my muzzle and hoof.

Richard was literally howling and groaning like I'd never heard before. His body was shaking slightly, yet a dopey satisfied grin was adorning his face.

"Richie…"

I shook my flank in his face and tickled his face with my tail, pouting in what I hoped was an adorable fashion.

"It aches Richie," I whimpered deliberately.

He smirked tiredly at my words, but went to work nonetheless…Mhmm, good work too.

I am so fucking happy.

Later that day

Celestia Pov

The moon is beautiful tonight, as it has been every other night before it.

I've always loved the view I receive, standing on my balcony as I look over all of Canterlot and Ponyville.

But alas…I cannot enjoy it tonight.

Not the way I am, not with the thoughts that surround me every minute of every hour of every day.

"Oh…Cosmos."

It's getting ever more difficult to resist, to stay patient and wait…just wait until the right moment.

As I close my eyes and take in the glow of my sister's moon…I cannot help but remember everything…everything that has happened since he came back.

Many months ago…

"Princess, Princess Celestia!"

I look up and see a heavily panting pegasus running towards me, a white coat over him confirming him to be one of my scientists working on the survival project. I make to greet him warmly but stop and frown worriedly at the expression on his face.

"What's the matter young one?" I ask gently, something that always tends to calm my little ponies.

"It's about the human's test results Princess," he explains breathlessly. "We've discovered something that…that you really have to see for yourself."

"Richard's results? I must see to this at once."

"Of course…Spyglass," I agree softly, looking down at the name card on his white coat. "Lead on my little pony."

I can never stop myself from smiling at the red tinge everypony gets when I say those three little words.

Nonetheless he quickly sets off at a brisk trot and I follow, the two of us continuing to do so until we arrive at a very peculiar door. Spyglass pulls out a blue piece of plastic and swipes it down two narrow slivers of metal. Said metal contained a very small sphere planted on the top of it, which suddenly glows and emits a sharp beep.

The door opens shortly after and we both make our way inside.

"Forgive my question Princess, but how on Equis did you come up with the idea for that sort of invention?" Spyglass asks timidly, gesturing towards the security he had just accessed.

I merely smile at the question and pat his head, before moving past the confused yet happy pony and reaching my top scientist.

He's not difficult to recognise, especially not with that…interesting mane.

"You needed to show me something Neighstein?" I ask curiously, smiling as he turns around and grins eccentrically.

"I did?" he inquires rapidly. "Oh yes, wait no, but maybe…OH YES!"

With a quick flick of his horn, everything on the table in front of him comes to life. Neighstein quickly grabbed at a very confusing looking diagram and slammed it on the table for me to read.

As well as accidently knocking various tubes and other expensive objects off the table, resulting in numerous smashes and a migraine that's progressively increasing.

"Can you see it Cel?!" he all but shouts in my face. "Bucking amazing! It makes no damn sense, but it's amazing!"

I look down at the various numbers, percentages and fractions on the paper…before giving up on trying to decipher it and instead merely gazing at the hyperactive pony with a rather dry expression.

His eyes remain wide and excited for all of about ten seconds…until he realizes that I can't understand anything the paper is showing.

"Oh sorry Cel!" he yells apologetically, much to my displeasure. "I figured you'd be smart enough to understand, my mistake, I should have known better, WHERE'S MY COFFEE!"

Unable to decide whether or not he just insulted my intelligence, I instead focus back on why he asked for me.

"Would you mind explaining it for me please?" I ask kindly.

"Of course, of course," he waves dismissively, taking a sip of his drink and-

"THIS ISN'T COFFEE, IT'S ORANGEADE!" he screams in horror.

A frightened young mare rushes up to the crazed stallion and makes to take the cup.

"I'm sorry sir, I must have given you Stardust's drink instead," she apologizes frantically, only to flinch as Neighstein grabs the cup back and glares at her crossly.

"I never said that I didn't like it!" he exclaims gruffly. "Get me more mare!"

"Of course sir!"

Deciding that enough is enough; I clear my throat loudly and stare down at him sternly. He seemed to finally snap out of his craze and grin sheepishly, before placing his cup down on the table and taking a seat.

"Let me show you something Cel."

Lighting up his magic, he levitated a number of various objects over to us and placed them down gently.

There were two corked glass tubes, both filled with a recognisable red liquid. Alongside them were a toothbrush and…my hairbrush?

Before I could instigate an assortment of questions, Neighstein used a spell I failed to recognise on the tubes, before nodding to himself and looking back at me.

"These tubes are filled with both your and Mr Tyler's blood," he explained quickly. "They are both very different when properly examined obviously…However there is something that I simply cannot understand."

"I can't understand how you obtained my blood?"

I'm not frightened of much…but Neighstein does have an undeniable creepy factor at times.

"And what is that?" I asked curiously.

"When I use your blood and run a check for your DNA, your hairbrush responds to the spell and glows due to being an inanimate object, as well as being within very close proximity," he continued, his tone increasing ever so slightly in excitement. "The thing that I do not understand however, is why this happens along with it."

His horn glowed once more, my blood soon following suit as it turned a very bright gold.

My hairbrush instantly began to glow the exact same way, signifying as he had explained that it had my DNA on it.

Then to my absolute surprise, the toothbrush next to it began to glow as well. Not as brightly…yet still the same colour.

"This toothbrush was used by Richard Tyler during his brief overnight stay a week or so ago," Neighstein clarified animatedly. "What I fail to understand is when I scanned it more thoroughly; it not only responded to your DNA but also matched you up as his biological mother, when he is clearly not Equine in any way, shape or form."

I opened my mouth to…say something…anything.

"No…No this is impossible! It can't be him! It can't!"

"Are you okay Cel?" Neighstein asked, rare concern clear on his features.

I forced myself to calm down, using various techniques I've picked up over the past few centuries, before gazing down at the worried stallion.

"A-Are you sure?" I asked shakily, surprising him slightly. "Are you sure he's my son?"

He nodded.

"I'm positive Cel," he confirmed with certainty. "I've run that and many more tests just to make sure…There's no doubt about it, he's biologically your son…but I have no idea how."

My baby…he couldn't be…but maybe he was…

Was my little foal back?

"Calm down and think Celestia!"

"I do…" I near whispered, gazing at the toothbrush before levitating it over to me and grasping it with my right wing, close to my chest.

"C-Celestia?"

Neighstein was watching the way I held the toothbrush with a sort of…wonder

"I've lived a long life Neighstein," I explained breathlessly. "I gave birth many centuries ago…to…to somepony not completely pony. But he was taken from me by a truly evil cult of Lun…of a very malicious pony."

Neighstein blinked at my confession, but his eyes soon shined with excitement and…sudden warmth.

"I don't really understand Cel, but I won't tell anypony," he promised quietly. "However I'd like to keep monitoring both of your blood…there's something peculiar about his."

"What do you mean?" I asked, a very unfamiliar sensation of worry creeping into my tone.

"I'm not sure yet," he grumbled in annoyance. "But there's something about his very DNA…it's changing somehow."

His horn lit up yet again and he placed both vials of blood as close together as possible. It was…slow, and yet as the seconds passed on by, Richard's blood began to glow a very dim gold. Neighstein placed them apart once more before turning to face me.

He looked up at me and tapped my shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry about a thing Cel. Just let me get on with this and I'll tell you if anything comes up."

I hesitated…but nodded and made my way out of the room.

"WHERE'S MY BUCKING DRINK!"

Once outside of the laboratory, I immediately teleported into my chambers, signalling mentally to Luna that I needed her to take over early.

I quickly blocked out our mental link and made my way outside onto the balcony, where I closed my eyes and tried to collect my thoughts.

"Cosmos is back…my baby is…"

"We have to send him back, we heard what Neighstein described. The bond, our bond is healing…and he'll soon be as he was."

"That's a good thing though, we'll have our baby, our chance at being a mother again."

"But if he stays then…he'll revert."

By the time I opened them again, I felt the all too familiar urge to set the sun, and thus dazedly did so.

"How long was I caught within my thoughts?"

I shook that particular thought aside and quickly left my chambers.

"I have to tell Luna."

Numerous plans were circling within my mind as I headed towards the throne room, each one being considered and placed away for later.

I entered and immediately spotted a very bored looking Luna staring at the palace entrance, waiting for anypony to come in and place a request.

She spotted me rather quickly and straightened up, before allowing a small smile to grace her muzzle.

"Good evening sister," she greeted kindly.

It took only a few seconds for her to figure out what I wanted. And although I could have done it myself, I wouldn't want Luna to feel as though I was trying to interfere with her rule.

"Guards, leave us!" she ordered plainly, said guards swiftly obeying and doing so.

Once everypony apart myself was out of the room, Luna stepped off the throne and quickly reached me, nuzzling me pleasantly.

"What is the matter dear sister?" she asked worriedly. "We have sensed your distress for well over an hour now."

I took a deep breath and stared right into her eyes, leaving no room for dishonesty or question.

"Cosmos."

With our mental link, I swiftly sent Luna everything I had learned as of late.

Her eyes were closed, her confusion evident as she tried to piece it all together.

It took mere moments before her eyes widened greatly. She sat down on her rump, breaking out into a wide, joyous smile.

"Is Richard Tyler…"

I nodded once and failed to hold back a smile…as well as the long awaited tears I'd been holding back since the laboratory.

Luna immediately embraced me and squealed happily, much to my joy and amusement.

"We must go and collect him!" she exclaimed, reverting back into old Equis accidently and moving back so as to look at me directly. "This is most joyous of news! We can dote on him and finally have a nephew we like, and-"

"We can't tell him Luna."

She blinked at my refusal in confusion, cocking her head slightly.

"But sister…he is your son. Surely you do not mean to…to abandon him?"

"Never!" I bit sharply, unfortunately causing Luna to flinch back with hurt.

I calmed down and nuzzled her apologetically, something she instantly leaned into.

"I won't abandon him Luna," I explained slowly. "I've already formed a plan to keep him within the border, he will be none the wiser. But the time is not yet right for me to go to him…our bond has barely begun to form."

Luna gasped at this and stared up at me in wonder.

"You never told me your bond snapped," she exclaimed worriedly. "The both of you are going to be in so much pain when it reaches its final stage."

I smiled warmly at her concern, for it was truly touching.

However said concern quickly became a frown, her lips pursed in thought.

"Please don't ask me-"

"Sister…how old was he when he…went?" she asked curiously.

I turned away from her as she asked this…I couldn't bear to see her face when I…

"Barely a month old Lulu," I answered sadly.

There it was…the gasp of horror.

"Sister you must send him to his world right now!" she exclaimed loudly.

"You know I can't do that Luna, we need him to save our race."

"B-But you can't just keep him here! Tis a monstrous act to-"

"To what?" I snap sharply, spinning around to face her. "To save our race from extinction or to deny myself the chance of motherhood that YOUR deranged cult stole from me?"

She turned away in distress at my truthful yet hurtful words, only to suddenly glare at me and stamp her hoof.

"He will REGRESS Tia!" she cried in disbelief. "The moment your bond is healed, that side of him will become dominant and physically regress him back to foalhood! It will completely ERASE Richard Tyler as a whole, leaving Cosmos and Cosmos alone!"

Now it was my turn to look away, though shame not distress were the cause of this action.

"I know Luna," I whispered quietly, looking back at her sadly, unable to restrain the tears creeping into the corners of my eyes. "But he's my baby Luna…I thought him gone forever and I wept for a century because of it."

Grasping hold of my sister's hooves, I fell to my stomach, holding back tears as I buried my face in the marble floor.

The choice in front of me was horrible, it truly was.

"Now he's back and I'm left with the choice of saving our race and raising my baby, or transporting him back onto Earth where he'll be safe from the magic forcing his eventual regression."

I looked up at my baby sister and pleaded with eyes for her to understand.

"If our roles were reversed Luna, then look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same."

She did look me in the eye, her muzzle opening…only to close and give off a sigh of resignation.

"I would do the exact same thing sister," she admitted shamefully. "The fate our our race is at stake…and although there may be alternatives, I cannot bring myself to deny you what my actions stole."

No more words were needed…

She merely laid down and comforted me…whilst I constantly repeated to myself that what I was about to do…was necessary.

I believe Harold called it a necessary evil.

Shortly after Twilight's failed interrogation

It hadn't worked, yet after giving that pathetic excuse for a blackmail to Twilight, I had not expected it to.

"You foolish, stupid old mare!" I scolded mentally. "We know how to blackmail, we should have been calm and it should have been easy!"

I sigh as I read the report from one of my guards. Apparently this Chrissy wasn't taking any chances now that she'd received that abysmal piece of bribery, and had weaved together a very powerful barrier over his house.

I was just so desperate to learn about his childhood, about what he liked and didn't, about the glint in his eye, the toughness I saw every time he scowled at me.

"I just want him to be happy around me…but I can never seem to go the right way about it."

Luna kept telling me not to worry, but to instead merely wait for our bond as mother and son to take hold.

T'was an ancient bond that the both of us still share with our own mother…wherever she may be watching.

"He should have started dreaming by now…" I pondered thoughtfully. "Nostalgia will fill him randomly too. For even at a month old, an Alicorn has a memory like no other."

I wondered if he remembered me singing him a lullaby, or blowing raspberries on his stomach, or his laughter and squeals that soon followed.

"I wonder if he remembers Harold…Oh I hope he does darling…I really do."

I didn't want him to ever forget his father.

Present time

A sudden excruciating pain erupts within my very soul, snapping me quite harshly from my thoughts.

I try to repress any sound, but cannot stop the scream that escapes my muzzle.

"Tia!"

I barely hear my name as I collapse onto my side, thankful that I was lying on my bed and not the floor.

The pleasant sensation of hooves massaging my temple forces me to sigh in relief, although I keep my eyes shut, not daring to risk increasing the already pounding migraine.

"Tia you have to tell him now." Luna pleads desperately. "If this continues any longer than hiding it from our subjects will be an impossibility, especially with the guards and chatty servants."

"No Luna," I gasp, surprising myself with the sheer amount of…roughness my tone has. "He needs more time, I will not force this while he hates me. I need to see love in his eyes, the unknowing recognition of him knowing I only want him to love me."

"Then go to him when he comes tomorrow." Luna persuades gently. "I can feel the dormant magic within him, it won't be long until the change now. A week, maybe two at the most."

Knowing this fills me with happiness and sadness.

But I've put my demons to rest, placed my guilt to one side…and decided with finality that my race comes first.

If gaining my baby and saving my race means erasing Richard Tyler forever…then I will accept it and face that sin every day.

One day I'll even tell him what I did…and hopefully he'll understand.

"Won't he?"

Author's Note

I don't give a fuck.

At least you have some clue as to what's been going on with Celestia XD

Hey Zamairiac?

Yeah?

How about them plotholes? Eh?

Patience young Skywalker, it shall all be explained in time

Now I await the Raww Raww, Alicorn, Raww Raww!

If you have any questions then either Pm me or just chuck it in a review

Cya in the next chappy XD