The Tiny Tales Of Chrissy And Richie

Chrissy Wins Her Man

(Though she does use magic hax!)

Chrissy Pov

This was not fucking on!

That…that mare was feeling up my man, rubbing her grimy, man stealing hooves all over his vulnerable-MINE-body. Of course…he didn't quite realize that he was mine yet. But I knew, and that was enough for me.

Thus it still made me feel sick, as I could do nothing more than watch and suffer in silent agony as she continued to touch him, caressing his skin with slow, loving strokes.

It was out of order, only I could ever touch him like that!

"What do you think of this massage Chrissy?" Richie sighed, a stupid…yet begrudgingly attractive grin on his face.

"It looks…perfect!" I chirped enthusiastically, tapping my hoof against the ground as I awaited my turn.

"Mhmm, I bet you can't wait for your turn, huh?" he asked, grinning a little wider as the slut pressed firmly against a knot...a knot that I SHOULD HAVE PRESSED!

Ever since he'd taken me back to his house, tucked me in and…and looked after me with such tenderness, I'd found myself all but desperate to return the favor one day.

And, to my absolute frustration, it is only now that I realize just how good a massage would have been.

…Maybe it still can be!

Yes…yes I can see it now, I see the way, I can see just how to remove the temptress and replace her with myself. I'd have to be subtle obviously…but subtle is what I'm all about.

I'm a Changeling for goodness sake!

Smirking ever so slightly up at the evil mare, I coughed ever so lightly and scraped my hoof against the floor. Richie was far too into his massage to pay any attention to it, but the mare on the other hoof was not.

She looked over at me and smiled softly, radiating nothing but pure, kind intentions as she rubbed her filthy fucking hooves all over my man's body.

It was at this moment that I grinned wickedly, before lighting up my horn and staring right into the mares eyes. The mare in question continued her ministrations, so as not to alert my precious Richie to what was happening.

But her eyes still glowed a perfect green as they gazed into mine, quickly becoming glassy and dull as I easily manipulated her pitifully weak mind.

Leave, I ordered. And do not let anypony in here until the two of us are gone.

The mare's green eyes shone just a touch brighter in conformation, before she nodded and hopped back onto her hooves, leaving the room with only me and my Richie in it.

Before he could realize just what had taken place, I swiftly made my way to the massage table and began to work my hooves all over his scrumptious body.

"Mhmm," he moaned softly, all but forcing a victorious grin onto my muzzle.

Unbeknownst to my dear Richie, you know, whilst he was half dead, I reached down quickly and deftly licked his strawberry oiled back with my currently undisguised tongue.

Mmm, Richie flavored!

Who knew that victory could taste so sweet.