My Love Bug

The sound of Chrysalis fast asleep on his chest brings peace to Andy, almost as much as to see the kids piled on the bed. He adjusts himself in the chair and holds his wife caressingly, making certain his touch will help her drift from any nightmares that try to come. A sigh of content leaves the changeling princess while her dream subconsciously motivates her to hold him tightly. Though it were a simple nap, the warmth of his love permeates the changeling, so intense it was almost too sweet for even the baby to feed on. Andy has found his inner peace once more, and he is quite happy too. He can stay like this forever, stay on this bed with his family and keep them happy and well fed. He's even content to becoming—

"I can't sleep," Chrysalis whispers, her lips curling into a faint smile beneath his. "Black Leaf's interruption while we were in the shower startled me, and I'm wide awake because of it."

Immediately she waves her hand across his cheek and demands his affection, to feel his heavenly touch. A light nip to is ear and she feels the warmth of his body intensify, forcing his eyes to snap open. Thinking ahead, she flicks a finger and seals the door and removes all sound, her eyes glittering like stars and the tightness of her rear sliding on his sacred grounds. She shielded him from the sunlight carefully with her wings, spreading colorful beauty in the refraction.

Awestruck yet amused by her advances, Andy brushes back the hair from her face, removing any wall that blocks her beauty, while allowing the deep, dark smile on his response to give her an idea what he has in mind. He wants her to be comfortable, even with their sleeping children possibly waking up, aware she is more than ready to get naked beneath that afghan she requested.

"Do you really want to make love in front of the kids," he gives emphasis by grabbing her rear, before placing his other hand on her stomach. "Or do you want to make our first attempt at making a baby?"

Her long lashes lift and she looks up at him, tears streaming down the corners of her smile, her breasts firmly squeezing against his chest as she wiggles her rump on his semi-erection. The moment her eyes meet his, her heart pounds in her chest. She has been constantly needing her man's touch inside and outside of her body. As her love has grown for him, her more womanly side became much more apparent. Her past crimes against Equestria run strong in her, giving her the most intense war of change.  But with him, with his love and care, she is not afraid to look at herself and see that she must change for the better.

"I want to do both before we make it to Ponyville, my love," she answers. She turns her face up into his neck, rubbing like a cat over his skin.

There is a little hitch in her voice that grabs his attention. "Are you sure?" He lifts her chin with his hand and arches down to kiss away the rivers of tears. "Why are you crying baby? Did I say or do something to hurt you?" He trails more kisses, gentle as an angel's touch, to her lower lip.

He feels her shiver, the taste of ecstasy and happiness, but she refuses to retreat from his journey to her breasts, rather she helps him lift her shirt and undo the bra subtly so his lips come into contact. "I love you Chrysalis. I love our children. And there would be no greater gift than to have a baby of our blood." He kisses her left nipple gently, forcing a gasp. Drawing out her struggle to not uncage her primal instincts to breed. Simply nipping the breast and digging both hands into her clenching buttocks is all he needs to make himself forget the risks.

Her beautiful figure trembles into the sensation of his teeth pinching her nipples, featherlight yet dragging so smoothly, she begins to drip on the couch. "I. . . love you too, and you did nothing to. . . hurt me. I'm just happy that you told me you want to have a baby with—oh fuck me."

She is left with no choice but to cover her mouth when Andy proceeds to move back and forth sucking her breasts. She looks down to see her milk is gushing in his mouth, and he swallows every drop. The sight of her husband's indecent is both weird and amazing for her, it blazes her loins while he uses his hands to make her body grind against his bulge.

"Just think, you will be the first and only mare to have a human child," he whispers. "Our child will be beautiful and powerful, just like her mother."

He caresses every inch of the changeling's body, taking care to arouse her more, but he feels it through his body as he glides his hands from her thighs to her head, a strong rub across her chest draws another gasp.

Chrysalis shook her head wildly, ensnared by the overwhelming feeling of his love and passion. "Yes. . . touch me like you own me." She grabs his wrists and guides them to move all over, leaving not a single inch untouched. "You still need some practice, but it still feels wonderful."

She brought her forehead to his. "I don't understand why it was you, but I don't care. I just know that I am not monster in your eyes. You look at me as a pony and love me with all your heart. I can see and feel it every time we touch."

Andy did laugh then. He couldn't help himself. "You really think I look at you as a pony?"

"Yes. . ."

He rose to his feet with both hands on her sexy ass. He did not struggle either, shocking her with his strength—that or she was very light. As the hatchlings remain asleep he takes her to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, and sets her on the sink with ease.

"You are wrong," this confuses her.

He kisses his way down her flat stomach, taking his time, trailing each rib with his tongue, his hands journeying and shaping her sides. Her breathing comes to ragged short gasps and she makes a soft moan that sounds like his full name, a begging barely understood, but pleasing nonetheless. His tongue laps the waistline and his hands slip over to cup her bottom.

Chrysalis' hands work into his hair, bunching there. Her body writhes in his grasp. Her skin was hot, sweating. "Andy?" Her voice trembles, and in her moment of weakness he feels the skittering of her worry. But this time, he is not afraid to make her react, or that he might do something wrong; the pleasure swallows her, and threatens her control.

"I want you to lose control again."

Her eyes met his, concerning. She looks up to her readily, letting her see he will be prepared to tame the savage beast. She lets out her breath and nods, looking up to the ceiling, but her fists remain in his hair to anchor herself there.

Andy kisses her stomach and continues his leisurely journeying, running his tongue across her belly button, and then over the scar she earned from the invasion, the mark of Cadance's and Shining Armor's love stopping her attack on Canterlot, much like a tattoo, but very deep over her womb. He spends time adoring it, tracing it, kissing it over and over. He hands moves to her thighs, parting her legs, letting her feel the cool breath on her hot, wet entrance.

Chrysalis has a difficult time keeping still as her husband chuckles, as this is the first time she will experience his mouth working in the last place she expects. She concentrates on staying still while having his hands on her ass, pulling so close she is barely on the edge.

So much heat. He was lured there, his mouth reaching until he could lick the flow of nectar. Her taste was bitter but addictive, and he found he couldn't retreat

"I do not see you as a mare," he says sultrily, and then licks her twitching heat. The intensity of her muffed yelp brings him to full erection. "I have always seen you as a beautiful woman who was misunderstood and lonely." He licks her again, tasting the first gush of her fluids. "But right now, I look at you and see that the most beautiful creature in the world, who is my wife, needs to feel pleasure."

He lifts her hips to his shoulders then presses gently, his tongue barely pushing into her little tight blossom, drawing out so much liquid. He takes in the musk, the warmth intense and the aroma permeating his nostrils.

Andy lifts his head to look up to her. He knows she is embarrassed, for her eyes glow with the power of a predator. There is no way to hide it from him. "Don't hold back," he says softly. "I want to see your dark side. All of you. You are my wife, Chrysalis, and I love everything about you. Let me see who you are like that night we got drunk."

She shook her head, and begins to cry. "I don't want to be too much for you. The addiction. . . I will push you away if I let go."

Purposely, watching her shed tears, he swipes his tongue through her twitching folds, circling her sensitive spot and the piercing again. Tremors surge her body, but her tears do not falter. He sees fear, but he sees hope. His determination soars and his tongue takes her aggressively. He feels her legs vice onto his head, but it does not stop him driving his tongue as deep as he wants.

Chrysalis bursts out moaning into her hands as the twitching of her flower speeds to sync with his licking. There are no words to express her excitement or joy of such pleasure washing away her fear. In seconds she feels the first wave of paradise rushing her body, an orgasm far stronger than any stallion she's used in her criminal life.

She leans down to hug his head, knowing her desire for more is there when he finishes. She has to feel the way his erection has grown tight in those pants of his, tempting against moving to make it fun for both. She welcomes him the smell of her intense spice pouring between her legs into his mouth.

She squeezes her love tightly and bends down to moan in his ear. "I can't take it anymore. I want you inside me." She releases his head, but drags her claws down then back up to his neck, scratching the skin without drawing blood.

Her eyes glow in the dark, moving over him possessively. Instead of waiting, she pulls him off the floor. If she is in her primal state with no conscience, then this is the real changeling with no trepidation to pouncing him, but that adds to his thrill.

"Now we're talking," he helps his snarling lover remove his pants, before turning over with her. "I want to see you hold nothing back."

Chrysalis throws away his pants. Her arms come up to grasp his neck, fingers digging in his shoulders. She growls angrily as he teases with the tip firmly prodding. The aggression makes him laugh.

"Fuck me," she growls, "now!"

Andy's heart accelerates. His hips move again, urgency shrinking into an inferno wall cased around his shaft. He clenches his teeth as she gasps. His back arched. The bite of pleasure explodes through him. Merged as he is with her, he feels the erotic clamping of her walls squeeze like her legs around his waist and spread like a firestorm through his body.

He kisses the changeling to cage her voice as he begins to draw out from her heaven, the connection held by the head before he thrusts as hard as he can, his hands once more holding her tightly. She is his, this beautiful creature, soft and warm and so powerful. Once he makes up his mind, he gives of himself everything, putting his entire body in her arms and legs, deepening their merge.

He lifts his head, watching the twin emeralds begin to flow over the slop of her cheeks. He chases her moaning, draws into his mouth and then overpowers her tongue for a moment. The two are so tightly intertwined nothing could separate them.

He begins to thrust her, taking her into his hold, driving her up that steep hill and stopping just before her climax makes her stumble over. Again and again, over and over, he is relentless in his thrusts. He wants to hear it. He needs to hear her soft voice become animalistic. He wants to feel her fingers dig deeper into his hair, or her claws digging into his back. Her yelps were beautiful to him, a rhythm to the chorus of her primal state, the pitch so sweetly he is addicted to it as he is to her fastening his cock.

Chrysalis crams a hand onto her mouth as powerfully need muffled before she awakens their children. She expects fear and worry to stop her, but his merciless loving her body steers her as has his. Her breathing came in long moans, and she cannot stop her writhing, no matter how hard she fights. She feels as if Andy's body and love are destroying her barriers, tearing down fear and shame and helping her into the addicted, sensual lady.

She barely hears herself chanting for more and she can't stop. He is her everything, her breath, her very strength. He sucks at the warm milk dripping out of her breasts, his tongue swirling and his teeth pinching, moving in torturous fluid movement, driving her to the breaking point as the tension builds and diminishes her resistance, stretching her out on the rack of pleasure she remembers.

Finally she cannot hold herself back, she gives her all to him.

Her head thrashes back and forth. Tremors run through her loins. Her nipples burned and stiffened for him. Deep inside, she coils tighter and tighter on his rod, desperate for release. She whimpers. Sobs happily. Demands with him. She needs him to fill her, to fulfill the all-encompassing hunger. She feels as if she is growing out of control. She was slipping on the edge of conscience, only her trust in him to endure the addicted beast she is. She is no longer afraid of burning up from the inside out, breaking her shell, or going insane from sheer pleasure.

"All of it," she growls, forcing his gaze on her, "Fuck me with all you have!"

He falls to his back when she orders it, his hips bucking as she straddles hm. He welcomes the changeling leaning down to kiss him. He looks at her and finds himself. . . satisfied. He is not a big man compared to stallions, but to human terms he has more than average and the thought of him fitting snuggly inside her was a daunting accomplishment, but he was too far gone with her to care. He wants to fuck her. Desperately. He needs to fill her womb. More than anything he wants his first child to be from her.

"You will breed me!"

His eyes met hers. She has already fallen to her craving, the powerful, predatory, focused gaze that has him ensnared, and he keeps her steady for when it comes. Chrysalis surprises herself. No matter what she's done before, she has never been so ready to be impregnated as she is right now. She orgasms on his throbbing cock, but doesn't stop.

"I want your seed." Her voice is rough with need. Her expression is lust itself, so strongly her orgasm floods with heat. She stands up and takes herself to her knees, raising her rear as high as she can. Her milky gaze jumps him to his feet where he meets the changeling with excessive force. He squats to make contact.

His hands are big as they grip her cheeks, and then quickly run down her waist. The entirety of his cock lodges into her entrance, pressing air out of her. Her gasps are so loud he fears it would awaken one of the kids. He thrusts with all his strength, and her body struggles against the invasion, willingly giving way for all of him to rub her, clamping his thick shaft as it moves in and out at full speed, ramming her womb.

Chrysalis is not use to this level of pleasure and she's lived two lifetimes. He drives deep, repeatedly burying himself to the hilt, so deep she thought he may have lodged in her stomach. She hears her own mind cry as her tight inner muscles grip him nearly to the point of strangling the nerves. The pleasure of him stretching her only adds to the erotic tremors pulsing through her body, coming in waves now, from loins to breasts.

Andy makes her lie down completely and blankets her body with his, bracing her shoulders with his hands. His legs spread hers fast. He moves inside her with mighty, harsh strokes that drive her to another orgasm. His speed was furious, his body a racing piston, moving as hard and deep, over and over, so that there is no error for impregnating her.

Andy is lost with her, surging hips drive into her again and again, their bodies slapping hard on the cold floor. He feels as if the world no longer exists and lightning licks at him, all over his body. His cock feels as if it's held in a fist of infernal, gentle silk. He is sinking in her. Like his wife, he does not want it to end. His never knew they were meant for one another, but her everything was exquisite, made for him, the perfect woman.

She feels free and soft, melting underneath his skin. Her ragged breathing and quiet pleads intercourse with sobs and demanding only add to the intensity coursing through his veins. She moves him, takes him in positions she never thought she would use. Her hunger is a beast that claws and rages. It has been with her for all her life and now fights for freedom since the day she set her eyes on him. It has torn at her every rising, and now in the most savage moment, love captures it.

She surrenders herself to him, body and soul, placing her absolute trust in him, a rare gift he will treasure with his family. Her body is flushed, her eyes glazing, his rear thrusting into his assault, and with every surge of his hips, every gasp she draws, there is climax after climax streaking through her.

He sets a frantic pace, and she is ready. He is certain of the building passion in both of their bodies. She is determined to match his, and their control slips completely. The discipline dissolves fast, the pinnacle of their passion sending them over the edge before the urgency of his need.

The breath hisses out of Chrysalis when he penetrates deep, feeling the fire pour into her womb as he locks an arm around her neck and bursts with her prize. With every gush of his seed, her body coils around it, tight and burning, squeezing and milking every drop. She can feel the thickness and length of his shaft throbbing, forcing every drop into her tight body.

She feels her body going numb under his, and she breathes his name before rolling over to join him in forgotten paradise. She finally loses herself to him, in pleasure, in their moment of coming together in a blaze of heat and fire.

"That was amazing, my love, she whispers roughly, her mouth moving over his neck, teeth nipping and scraping. "You made it happen four times."

As always, just the sound of her voice relaxes him, and she sits up with him to snuggle against the wall, knowing he will bring her close, that he will not let another pony touch her this way. Her arms grip him so gently that she can make him feel the hot spurts of her release. Wave after wave destroys the tension, but his arms are around her, holding her tight. She feels the ripples in her stomach, down her thighs, up her breasts. His voice is smooth in her ears.

She buries her face in his shoulder, panting with him, aftershocks overtaking her, nearly as strong as the last orgasm that made her mind blank. He stands her up so they will return to the hatchlings, albeit a little reluctant since the moment felt perfect.

"I hope we didn't wake the kids," he whispers, but she merely laughs at his concern and finds him more adorable.

"I used a little magic to remove all sound,"

. . .

Andy finds he is getting energy back in his legs as he takes his time massaging Chrysalis' hair. He feels relief in his sense. Being a married man gives him all the knowledge as well as a changeling. As he goes on with caressing her soaked form he feels evolved even more. Mentally he is with understanding and intellect of her species, and he has the growing acute vision and sense of person.

"You didn't brush your mane this morning, did you?" He holds in his hand a knot of her sudsy mane to show her the evidence. Her smile is all he needs to know she is abusing her hygiene as a mare.

Chrysalis feels intimidated the way she does when his sharp mind leaves nothing unseen. She is his life and even as careful as she is, he is a dangerous man with that sensory of his. She is certain he will not notice anything else.

"You've been ignoring your own needs." He halts his advances of conditioning the changeling's mane to hug her tightly, his concern a painful emotion for her, as she feels how strongly he loves her. "Don't forget to take care of your body. Let me take care of the kids if you need time for yourself, it's part of being your husband."

Chrysalis leans into his back, pressing lightly, resting her in those strong arms that comfort her. "Taking care of 19 hatchlings is a burden for me. Just imagine if we make that 20 or a whole nest of eggs."

Andy puts his hand on her stomach, urging a moment of passion as she begins to drift with ease. "Not if, but when. We will have offspring, eggs or not. I want us to have a children or children, I want to have offspring with you, my princess."

Chrysalis takes that to heart, knowing he means every word of it. He nipples on his chest and allows the rich taste of his hands scrub away what is left of her stress.

"It may take us some time. We have no idea if my eggs can be fertilized by your seed. The possibilities are still a mystery to us, and we haven't done any research." She cautions.

While Andy thinks on it, Chrysalis searches through the water with her hand and comes up with a big friend that's been slowly growing between her cheeks.

She reaches for it with her free hand. "We made love not twenty minutes ago and you're aroused again. Am I really that sexy, or are you just a horse?" She takes him by surprise with the slow grinding of her rear, his grin wide. She leans up to his lick his neck before giving his member a kiss.

"Be careful, Chrissy," Andy cautions. "You may get it somewhere else by accident. This tub can barely fit the both of us."

Chrysalis takes a minute to wash herself before standing up. She pulls her mate to his feet, but retains possession of his cock while pulling the curtain around them. The water comes on and the plug is pulled by her toe, giving ample opportunity without making a big mess.

She leans against the tiled wall and look back to Andy in the eye, her ass sticking out. "You're so cute when you worry about me—" she smacks her left cheek and pulls it away, showing the only part of her that is untouched. "—but is it not your desire to mount me there, where no male has taken me?"

Andy swallows hard and nods. "Yeah, but I don't think that will be a good idea."

"I love your mindful thinking," Chrysalis tells him. "But you really should stop thinking and start acting when your wife is wanting this." She turns her finger into her rectum, and she pushes slowly in front of him, moaning as loud as she wants because the spell is still active. "Come on honey, stop torturing us both and do it."

Obediently, Andy pushes her against the wall and grabs her throat, the action lifting her spirits. The force of her hand being pushed out of his way and that aggressive motion of prodding her sent a small rush of heated fluid between her legs. She does not have to feel his touch to want his body, but it feels amazing when he is aggressive. The hint of hunger in his eyes excites her more with intense desire.

"We have only a few minutes before making it to Ponyville, my love," she says gently. Once again she is driving his senses mad, pushing back until the head is consumed. The pain is there, but it's gone as quickly as it came. How it feels to be penetrated and then stretching to his girth sends wonderful jolts up her spine. It makes the changeling yelp with delight as she looks over her shoulder to see him shaking. "Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to do all the work?"

"You sure about this," he says in a shaky voice, "Because there is no turning back."

Chrysalis glares at him then shoves herself into his waistline, forcing half of him into her ass.

"Would it be easier if I use more of your language? What if I demand for you to ram your cock in my ass and fuck me so hard that you have to carry me for the entire day?"

The shakiness in his body ceases, and the worry she feels in his heart is pummeled by lust. Like a wild beast eyeing his catch, he uses his other hand to hold her back while taking advantage to rub her clit. Fiercely, he thrusts into the princess and tightens his hand on her throat. Her heart gives a wild leap and then settles, following the fast rhythm of his. A million surges take wing in her body, but her breasts tingle, her nipples growing hard and she feels the combination of his hand and rod force her to gush from a spiking orgasm.

Another thrust, harder than the first one, and she is put through the feeling without mercy. It sends her high with ecstasy skittering all over her skin even as every nerve ending in her body jitters.

"Holy bucking shit," she moans loudly against the wall, arousing him more with this choice of verbiage. "Cadance said it feels incredible, but she never said it feels this incredible."

She is forced by sheer lust to match the man's thrusts, her action all the better for both of them. She lets the thick mass of his cock plunge to it's limit. Already it is making her orgasm, sating part of her stark hunger and need for him. She is without  conscience, her eyes dark with a mixture of love and lust, a sinful snarl of pure sensuality as her expression.

Inside her the throbbing hastens and the fragrance of her loins begins to take him, a full aroma sticking to his skin, impossible to remove now that he is marked. The smell is intoxicating to her and potent. She licks her lips, for she knows that with her aroma as his, no mare will dare touch him. She can feel his climax approaching in the hasting of his thrusts. The tip of her tongue licks at the fingers on her neck, the addictive, masculine, strong—king flavor she craves. It is finally stamping into his skin, there in his domination of her body, his essence and the glow she's been waiting to see in his eyes.

She leans up and chooses to grasp his head, offering the full expense of her ass with a sultry whisper.

"Deeper. . ."

As she takes his lips, her legs are taken into his arms, sitting in the air in the midst of the water running down her skin, her second flower completely swallowing him. He looks magnificent to her, very powerful, dominant like she desires and eager to own all of her body.

"This is what I want from you when we are like this, taking me in any way you want. I want you to dominate me, Andy, all the things you want to do to me. So long as you do not hold back. . . I won't either."

The sound of her voice, so raspy and sensual, an instrument of black silk taken in his grasp, playing in his fingers like the cool of their night. He wreaks havoc with her bottom, taking every moment to tear her mind from what awaits beyond the door. He finds himself blushing from the depth of her moaning. The feeling of making this kind of love was deep, with his body tensing for climax exactly like hers.

"I want every drop, my king, inside me." Her voice went very low. Alluring. Sexy.

Her skin jumps to the final push of his erection. She takes him into a kiss as the fiery wetness spurts between her legs from the large gush of his seed, her moans loud but muffled by the taste of his mouth. Brutally, she unleashes the full extend of her tongue, doubling his, curling in his mouth, acting monstrous. Wanting to take his breath. Sharing with him that she wants to show him the full abilities of her muscle.

The taste of her muscle was almost too difficult—too much, no air, even through his nose. But in some methodical way it was addictive for him, that slimy, vivid favor that burst through the kiss.

His eyes lighten more, her hunger gone for now, he believes. He trusts her to use magic in his descent. His thick shaft still pumps, the girth throbbing with every shot of his seed until she leeches every drop and squeezes him out. He licks his lips, satisfied with himself.

"Can you still walk for today?" He asks in the midst of holding his changeling, her laugh giving him the giggles.

"I should ask you the same thing," Chrysalis muses as she snuggles him, the hot water washing all evidence down the drain. "You did all the hard work. Perhaps we should go see Aloe and Lotus to make sure you did not hurt yourself."

Andy scoffs at the idea. "Please, I'm not that weak. I'm pretty sure I can handle something like this." He proceeds to pat his left shoulder, but, suddenly, finds a sharp crack echoing in his eardrum as his wife looks up to him. The pain is too much for him to resist, and he yelps to it, thus making her grin of satisfaction grow as wide as his frown.

"I told you," she coos, before helping him out of the tub and back into his clothes with a little magic. She begins to act like the wife from this morning. "We've never made love this way, and now you've hurt yourself."

A little reluctantly, the groaning human follows her out of the bathroom and takes a seat in the chair. "Well you're half at fault as well. You're the one that wanted me to hold you in the air and ram it in your ass."

"We'll need to pay Doctor Horse a visit to make sure it's nothing severe," Chrysalis says, cuddling in his lap, eyeing his shoulder. "And we may as well have some blood drawn to see if we are compatible for having babies."

Very gently Andy puts both arms around her. At once the pain multiplies and he is forced to retreat that limb. "Fuck me. At least none of the kids woke up."

At that moment the door to the caboose slides open and closes, alarming the couple that the last pony—or changeling in this case, they expect to see is awake and not amused by their actions.

He crosses his arms and glare right at his mother. "Queen or not, I'm not cleaning up whatever mess you two made in there. That is above my pay-grade."

Neither parent has anything to say to that, so they hang their heads in shame and sigh.

"By the way, I was awake for most of what you two were doing—and one of the guards left his post to masturbate after I caught him peeking through the keyhole."

"WHAT!?" Chrysalis and Andy scream, startling the rest of the group. This in turn startles Forest, and she responds by screeching her lung out.

Black Leaf smiles evilly at the two and chuckles. "Just kidding."

"DAMMIT BLACK LEAF!"