Chapters The Tiny Tales Of Chrissy And Richie
Richie Loses...Sort Of (AMCSIC)
Richie Loses...Sort Of
(Sex really is the way to a man's heart. That and lots of bacon!)
Richie Pov
The sound of skittles hitting the ground was all around me, though it was usually after the increasingly familiar rolling of a bowling ball.
What usually came after the skittles however…
"Oh yeah, who's bad?!" Chrissy boasted loudly, pumping a hoof into the air as she stuck her disguised tongue out in my direction.
"You are," I groaned quietly, maybe just a little bit envious at the LARGE difference in our scores.
"That's right, I am! Suck it noob!"
I don't think I quite know how to explain the simultaneous amusement and frustration I felt upon hearing this every time my girlfriend got a strike.
And fuck my life, did she get a lot of strikes.
"Where the hell did you hear that word?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow at the little happy dance she was currently doing.
"What, noob?" she asked. "Oh, I heard a kid scream it earlier…he had a really funny hat."
I sighed lightly and shook my head, before making my way to my personalized ball and…finding myself suddenly turned around by an all too familiar green glow.
It was only as Chrissy's eyes flashed a brief green that I noticed her lit up horn. Said mare merely giggled and swiftly swayed her way up to me, a rather devious grin on her white muzzle.
"Aww," she purred, her voice suddenly quite sultry. "Don't be sad baby, it's not your fault. Some people are simply better at bowling than others."
I couldn't help the grin that wormed its way onto my face as she licked my chin, her eyes flashing once again as they gazed up at me lustfully.
"Hmm, I suppose so," I agreed, smirking as she released me from her magic grip. "And have I ever told you that I like the way you use the word 'people' instead of 'ponies'?"
"Not that I can recall," she grinned, her cheeky tongue flicking against my lips teasingly. "Though maybe I should use it a little less, just to keep it nice and fresh for you, hmm?"
"I wouldn't recommend it," I warned impishly, my own tongue sticking out playfully to block hers.
"Oh?" she uttered, her flickering eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "And what, pray tell, would you do to if I…refused to comply?"
I grinned…
"Well," I began. "Since you feel the need to bring it up…hmm, how about no kisses for the rest of today."
Chrissy's eyes finally stopped flickering before finally resting on a very playful, very deadly, yet very loving green. Followed up with that smirk, and it was all I could do not to…um, get it up there and then.
And by the way her eyes looked down for but a second, I knew she knew too.
"No kisses…for the rest of today?" she purred, her open smile quickly forming into a sly grin. "Well that's…unfortunate …"
She suddenly pressed her snout against my nose, her eyes all but boring into mine seductively.
"Because I suddenly feel like sticking my tongue down your throat," she finished, her forked tongue slithering out of her muzzle and flicking against my only defense.
Her eyes narrowed once more…
"Let me in" she crooned sultrily, flicking her tongue once more for good measure. "And I'll take you into the toilet and let you fuck my muzzle until you spill your hot, creamy load down my throat…"
…
I don't believe I've ever opened my mouth that wide before…Meh, it didn't matter.
Chrissy beat it about eight minutes later.
The Tiny Tales Of Chrissy And Richie
Chrissy Wins Her Man (BTWAC)
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
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.
The Tiny Tales Of Chrissy And Richie
Chrissy Mourns The Lost (AMCSIC)
Chrissy Mourns The Lost
(Everything has it's time and everything dies...Fuck I miss the ninth Doctor!)
Richie Pov
There are times like this where I contemplate my life with Chrissy's…and realize just how much she's suffered compared to me.
Look at her, just look at her now, weeping into her hooves as we stand alone in the badlands.
It took a stupid amount of magic and subtlety to sneak out without alerting any of Celestia's dumbass guard, but with Chrissy being determined as she was, it was little surprise that we managed to do so.
I myself am bent down, holding her in my arms and trying my utmost not to weep with her. I didn't know them, I still don't…but they meant so much to her, they meant the world.
"It was my fault Richard," she wept quietly. "If I hadn't been so much a fool then…t-then they'd still be alive!"
"You can't keep torturing yourself like this Chrissy," I tried to soothe.
She turned her head to me, looked at me, right through me with such empty eyes…
"If have to Richard," she said, neigh, pleaded, all but desperate to make me see. "If I forget them, if I truly forget them then they're gone forever…I-I can't…"
She buried her face in my chest and sobbed helplessly, the tip of her horn scratching my neck and drawing blood.
I ignored it…
"Then don't forget them," I said, reaching down with my hand and cupping her muzzle, gently forcing her to look up at me. "Remember them with all you are, but don't…don't stay stuck in the past, don't sully their memory by refusing to let them go."
She looked away from me and at the lumps in the ground, all the lumps…all the graves.
So many, too many…Oh Chrissy, I'm so sorry.
Each lump in the ground had a single Changeling within it, every single one of them. Chrissy told me that she'd spent a day and night digging each one with her hooves, not magic. She'd done it until her hooves bled and then she'd carried right on doing it.
"I failed them Richie," she said, no sadness, no inconsolability…just nothing, no emotion in her voice. "I promised them food, I promised them a safe home to stay and grow up happy and strong. I promised them the world to live in as everyone else did, and in the end…all I managed to do was get my babies killed."
She snapped her gaze back onto me, lips trembling, ears down and eyes wide and shiny with tears.
"Tell me that I was innocent Richard," she pleaded. "Tell me that it wasn't my fault, that there was nothing else I could have done. Tell me so that I can forget them, tell me!"
I looked down at her apprehensively, nervously, as she stared back with an expression that all but screamed for forgiveness.
I opened my mouth...