There is a Changeling in my Home
There’s a Changeling in my home.
I know she’s there, she’s followed me for years, long before my wedding she followed me. She got to know my interests, my hobbies, my haunts, my family…my spending habits, everything to destroy me, or become me. You could say she has been stalking me in a sense, waiting to make a move. But I made my move first; everyone in Canterlot saw my wife’s and my own expression of our love. Perhaps this Changeling found a new meaning in her life before that day, perhaps she is happy with her lot in life and has nothing better to do. She does not frighten me anymore, but still she remains.
There is a Changeling in my home.
I open the door to the living room and smell the vegetarian chili my wife has spent all day preparing. I know she’s standing in front of the oven, waiting for me to sneak up behind her, take a deep breath of her sweat and nuzzle her tenderly. My wife is ovulating over the next few days, and we want a child. We are not desperate, we have been married less than two years, but we want to try. She never baths when she ovulates, she knows her scent drives me crazy with passion and lust.
I nuzzle her neck, and she lets out a purr just like the one she did when I first realized I was in love with this wonderful mare. She looks to me and touches her nose to mine. “Dinners almost ready. But with all I did today it would be nice for a strong, healthy, caring stallion to set the table. Wouldn’t it dear,” she whispers.
“Indeed it would,” I answer back. My horn lights up, opening cabinets and drawers, shifting plates and glasses and silverware, bread and butter and wine, candles and potatoes and hot pads, setting only for two. We have dishes for six, and with my parents and sister joining us every week, and sometimes her best friend we use everything we have, and keep it secret. My wife is royalty with a kingdom to govern when not here in Canterlot, I am Captain of the Guard, among other titles, we have money for more, but no desire. She was raised with a sense of frugality, and I only want to see her happy so I shall honor it. The finishing touches to the table are cushions for our rumps, which she sways side to side catching my eye.
There is a Changeling in my house, and she is hungry. I know she smells the chili, and she Wants for the love I will give in my bedroom later. My wife levitates her pan in front of me and spoons half a pint for me, and more for herself, before blowing a kiss my way. We eat in silence, our hooves barely nudging each other under the table, holding eye contact. Her cooking is delicious, but it not always been so.
Two days after I asked for her hoof she talked my folks into leaving the house for the night so we ‘could play house’. It was a disaster; she did not strain the consumme, I kept telling her lies about how I was already sick today and her culinary skills were fine, she tripped while dancing to the radio, I did pierce her ear with my horn, we laughed so much before we fell asleep in my undersized twin bed that night. We laugh every time we share a new experience; our wedding night was a new experience for both of us, despite the best attempts of one particular ex-date of mine.
There is a Changeling in my home. I feel her eyes on me, sometimes I wonder if she can see through walls, or into my mind. Can she see the thoughts I think, hear the laughs of years and months past, smell my beloved’s shampoo while my mind wanders to our bed? I know my wife knows what’s in my head, the magic she uses to push against my hind thighs shows her anticipation. I could sweep her into my front hooves, toss her on my back and carry her up the stairwell, but she’s picky. I did not push her to love me before she returned my affections, and she will not let me leave for work with a sink of dirty dishes in the morning.
There is a Changeling in my home. She lays in wait, hungry for her feast soon to come. My wife is a strong mare; strong in spirit, character, magic and body believe it or not, and she does not think it’s right for a married stallion to work while his wife sits and waits for him. She clears the table, drys the dishes, sets candles away while I clean what she doesn’t. ‘They are to be a team, two ponies with one flesh and one mind’ she told me once, and she shows her commitment to me. We work together, ‘as we are to do in all things, because of our love.’
I married one of the wisest mare’s Princess Celestia ever meet, by her own words. She is my Sovereign of Love, she earned her title from Celestia for knows everything about love. I meet another who could have been called that, but her own words and actions on our wedding day proved she knew nothing of Love. I do not know what became of her. I think Twilight took care of her, hopefully she will not harm another again, as long as she stays away from my wife and I, I am okay with the situation.
There is a Changeling in my home, and she knows Feeding time is at hand. My wife turns her back to me and flicks her tail back and forth. I lay my head on her back just above her tail, giving her a firm, playful swat on the flanks. Giggling, she leaps from my grasp and trots to the base of the stairs before I give chase. Snapping my jaw at her, she beat her wings softly and dashed by the stairs, giggling like a little girl playing tag.
There is a Changeling in my home, her ears are tuned to my voice and breath, following me everywhere. Entering my bedroom I find it empty. Curious, I did not pass her in the short hallway, perhaps she learned that invisibility spell my sister has been trying to teach her. “Sweetheart? Where are you,” I call out sweetly, holding one leg out almost hoping to trip over her. Something comes crashing down on my backside, pushing my hind legs out from under me while magic holds my front side up. Turning around, I crane my neck to see my wife appear out of thin air and wrap her front legs around me.
There is a Changeling in my home, and she is closer than before. “Gotcha ya big lug. No pony can escape me! For I am-“ She gives me a thoughtful look and ducks down to look beneath me. “I am getting the salute from down under. Such respect must be returned. As your wife I am your Queen, and you shall serve your Queen!”
Climbing off me she keeps her magic holding my front end up in place and steps into my field of vision, raising her tail, displaying herself in all her glory. Her firm, toned, muscular backside sides on either side of a puckered star of a tail hole that neither of us care about and a set of plump vaginal lips. Sitting below and between her lips is a clitoris, stiff from the anticipation, demanding attention. I lean forward, let my tongue relax, and lick her, clit to perineum. She gives a sharp gasp, we are off to a good start. I let my tongue settle on her again, putting pressure on her clit before dragging it over her puffy lips. She bends her head down and opens her mouth but no sounds come out. After two more licks I burry my muzzle between her lips and take hold of her nub with the edge of my teeth.
Chewing softly, I hear her squeaks, she is very much in the mood tonight, but I am going to stay right here until she shows me how skilled I am with her body. I give her clitoris more nips and slowly slide a hoof up her left inner thigh. Reaching her sweet spot, I gently rub her while pushing my nose deeper in between her folds. Lashing out my tongue again, I slither around inside her vagina, slathering her already moist canal with spit, pushing against the walls, trying to get the right sounds from her. My wife pants from my hoof, and gasps from my tongue, but she wants to be stubborn and hold back, good thing I know her weaknesses. Lighting up my horn I stroke along her sensitive wings, tugging at the edges, massaging the bases, letting my hoof touch her lighter than before and my tongue stronger.
There is a Changeling in my home, and she tastes the love in the air. My wife howls my name, trying to keep her climax at bay, not for long though. Still bent over, her breaths turn rapid and her vagina clenches around my tongue. She floods my mouth, her love spills over my own lips and down my face, puddeling on the carpet floor.
Gasping for breath, she held her place while I withdrew from her nethers, trailing kisses from her clitoris to her teats up her barrel to her the lips on her face. She licked her juices off and pushed me to the ground, wrapping her tongue around my own and stroking her hoof through the mop of mane on my head. Pulling away, she wrapped me in her colored magic and hefted me onto our bed, on my back, my hinds hanging over. She stares at my cock; it’s filled her on a regular basis since our wedding night, I was her first and only love. I did see someone else before her, I thought it was love, but I would not lay with her, despite her pleas and insistence to show my love.
There is a Changeling in my home. My wife kisses my shaft, before dipping it into her mouth as deep as she can. She does not bulge her cheeks, she does not moan, she gently bites down on me before bobbing her head. I do not care for blowjobs, we learned that early on. Despite her research and practice, she never found a way to please me through them, we concluded it was my problem, not hers. Not that it ever stopped her from trying. And I did enjoy a gentle nip at the base, assuming she did not draw blood.
My wife has her fun, pushes me farther up the bed and leaps onto my lap, my stiffness pinned between her lower lips as she rocks back and forth, showing off her immaculate teeth and rolling her head around on her neck. Her front hooves drop to my hips and positions herself just above my tip. “Do you love me Shining?” she whispers, as if I have not told her ten thousand times already.
My front legs pull her head down to whisper in her ear, “You, and no other,” as if I could not tire from telling her ten million times. I plunge between her legs and feel her muscles bind me in. Her eyes roll up into her head, her body relaxes and she collapses on to me. Holding her close, I buck my hips into her, listening for her breaths to even out, feeling her wings spasm. She moans and rolls with me onto her back, her head tipping backwards until her horn presses against the mattress.
There is a Changeling in my home.
I drive my stallionhood into my wife slowly at first. We have had enough teasing, but if I am as good as she says I am it is because I know what she wants, a stallion who lasts in bed, who lets her know she is love. This might be why the Changeling stays in my home; she knows there is more love here then the residence ever thought they could experience. I slide into and out of my wife’s vagina, my cock slick her love, pushing her towards a second orgasm. Slowly I pick up my pace, gently rocking the bed and hearing the springs creak. She loses control of her tongue, letting a chorus of grunts, pants and feminine gasps.
Taking the initiative, I pull away from her suddenly, rolling her over onto her belly again and leaping her backside, plunging my throbbing meat into her depths again. Her volume jumps as I pound away at her with more abandon, my pride grazing against her sweet spot. She screams aloud, announcing her second climax, her horn lighting up, bathing the room in flashes of color. I lean down and wrap a leg around her breast, holding her close and whisper my own moans and breaths into her ear. I myself am approaching an early climax, not my standard twenty-plus minutes, but I can wait a little. Tilting my head up, I slow my pace and lick her horn. The material, alicorn, always feels body temperature, but when we make love it seems to warm up even more. I can’t explain it, and she does not care. Wrapping my tongue around it, I slither and probe at it, drawing out deeper and more carnal moans from the mare I love beneath me.
Saying my name, she presses her backside against me; her ripped walls grip me in several places at once, try desperately to draw me back into her. Her wings try to stand erect but my weight pushes them down, perhaps painfully so, but she never complains. Pulling my head from her horn I chew on her ears and place the leg not around her on her hips, calming her, preventing her from bringing me to a happy ending too soon. And driving her to another.
There is a Changeling in my home, and she is not fully feed yet. My wife’s vaginal walls clench my prick again, gushing more fluids than last time onto my stiffness, still pounding her. A look at the clock shows I have had held out long enough. I pull myself to full height with us joined at the…hips. Gripping her flanks tightly, I push myself to savagely fuck her, savoring the tightness of her being. She gasped with every push, and with every push her front hooves gripped the bedsheets tighter and I clenched my eyes shut.
Finally, with a gasp I let loose a torrent of fertile semen deep into her womb, perhaps to fertilize an egg, or settle in her uterus walls. I kept pushing into her, my own fluids filling her, until I felt I had no more left and collapsed face down onto the bed next to her, wrapping her in my hooves again. She rolls over, still panting for breath and holds me tight, her soaking wet birth canal touching my stallionhood, daring it to loose it’s stiffness.
There is a Changeling in my home, addicted to my love. She pines for me, she can not live without me. My beloved, my One and Only, my wife whispers, “I love you, Shining. Please stay with me forever."
I close my eyes and picture her face. “I love you Chrysalis. I’m not going anywhere.” I grip her so tight I fear I will break her, she responds by returning the favor.
There is a Changeling in my bed, and as I said, I will never leave her side.
Author's Note
Comments are encouraged as always.
I was thinking about making this a full poem, but I suck balls at poetry. An unpublished fic(this first one I put up actually) is proof of that. I had the idea for the same line over and over after watching There's a Man in the Woods. I borrowed the "Stay with me forever" line from Pizzema Forte. Oh! And I realized this would be a good ship from the fic, "A Somewhat Different Canterlot Wedding."
If there are any editing errors just ping me about them.
