~

And so it was that Anon chose to stay in Equestria forever. As he remained, so too did his job. Such as it was, he decided to take the day off. His farewell party outside of his house transformed into a regular party, complete with catering, music, and dancing. Everything. Everything except the guest of honor, still inside his home. The thumping music outside was muffled through the enchanted walls oh his house, serving as the probation prison for the former queen of the changelings.

Chrysalis cozied up next to him. "So Anon, what do you want to do with your day off from being elbow-deep inside of ponies?"

Anon sipped his fresh bottle of beer and smiled at her. "Today, the only one I want to be elbow-deep inside of, is you."

"Aw, you're such a sweet-talker," she sarcassed.

"Don't act like you don't like it."

"Yeah, yeah. So who do you want me to transform into this time?" she asked.

"Chryssi..." Anon put his hand on her cheek to stop and face him. He kissed her. "I'll take you just the way you are."

Chrysalis put her hoof over his hand. "Even though I look like... this?"

"This is the face I fell in love with. Not the technicolor abortion that fell out of that cocoon." He set his beer down on the kitchen table and swept her off her hooves to carry her. "Fuck! You've gotten heavy!"

"How flattering," she groused in his arms. "Do you want me to transform into somepony lighter?"

"No no!" Anon grunted as he shuffled to carry her to the bedroom. "I want the real you!"

"Well there's a lot of me," she said.

"Yeah," Anon groaned, making it to the bedroom.

She smacked him with her hoof. "You weren't supposed to agree with me-EAH!" Chrysalis yelps as Anon dropped her, as nicely as possible, onto the bed. *POMF* The plush cloud mattress softened her landing.

"A lot of you to love," he added.

Her annoyance evaporated. "What are we going to do on the bed, Anon?" she asked.

Anon smirked. "That line never gets old."

Chrysalis folded herself in half like a lawn chair with her ankles crossed behind her head. She reached around her thighs with her hooves to grab her own butt and leveraged her head forward. Her lengthy, prehensile tongue lolled out and slithered into her own pussy by several inches. "It tastes ready!"

"What are you a cat!?" Anon asked.

"I could be," Chrysalis said with a flash of green magic turning into a large, purring, charcoal cat. She arched her back and stretched before she waved a paw at him. "Rawr."

A cat is fine too. Anon shook his head. "No, no. I said I wanted the real Chrysalis."

She shrugged and rolled over with another flash of magic back into her original form. She grabbed her ankles with her hooves again to pretzel herself back into a breeding press. Anon stopped her with his hand and just sat on the bed beside her. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Just relax. You don't need to try to impress me," Anon said. "You already do that with your cooking." The faintest hint of a blush flashed across her chitin cheeks. "Let's just take it slow today."

"As you wish."

Anon laid down next to her and she began to roll over for him to spoon her, but he stopped her.

"No, this way," he said, rolling her to face him. He rested his head on the same pillow as her with his nose to hers. He looked into her viridian eyes. She looked back into his briefly before looking away. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just not used to this," she said. "I never had a problem with staring down prey to be intimidating. All I had ever known was fear and respect, ruling with vigilant strength. I had become so accustomed to just taking what I wanted. The love I fed on was never freely given, until..." Anon held her chin to look into her eyes again. "Until you." Anon reached over to hug her. She pushed him away. "Sex is one thing. Sex never meant anything to me. It was just a means to an end. But this... intimacy is..." She winced. "I'm just not used to feeling this... lovey. This..."

"Vulnerable?" he asked.

She looked him in the eyes at last. "Yeah. That's what it is. It's strange. It's almost scary. It makes me feel... I don't know... weaker."

"Chryssi, you don't have to be strong all the time," he said, reaching over again to hug her. She didn't resist, allowing him to hold her in his tender embrace. He rested his cheek in the corner of her neck and shoulder. She mirrored his hug, wrapping her hooves around behind his back to hold him closely, resting her chin on top of him. She blinked and clenched her eyes to keep her eye sweat from leaking out. Because that's what it was, eye sweat, and definitely not tears.

Anon held her cheek in his hand, feeling her eye sweat on his fingertips. "It's okay." Chrysalis swallowed hard, feeling her throat close up. "It's okay to feel."

"Fuck you, I don't need your permission!" she tried to say, but her words came out broken as her body trembled and shuddered. She sniffled but her eye sweat came in a steady stream now. She tried to stifle her whimper into her pillow and Anon hugged her tighter. She let him. She hugged him back. He let her.

"You're allowed to be loved."

~

Beyond the walls of the house, the music of the party changed through several songs while Anon held Chrysalis for as long as she needed. Which was much longer than she wanted to admit. Not that she needed to. Not to him.

She leaned back and looked him in the eyes again.

"Hey," he greeted sweetly.

"Hey." Her tone and expression was terse.

"It seemed like you really needed that," he said.

She huffed indignantly. "It was nice. But I didn't need it." He strained to keep the smug expression from his face. They both knew perfectly well that it wasn't true. He didn't need to start an argument to try to prove it. Let her have it. She looked away wistfully. "It was easier before when it was just physical. It was simpler. This feels... messy."

Anon smirked. "The sex was pretty messy too."

She slugged his shoulder. "You know what I mean!"

"Yeah. But this is better isn't it?" he asked. "You always said that lust was like fast food for a changeling, and real love was more, you know, nutritious?" She nodded. "How about both at the same time?" he asked, running his hand down along her abdomen. The vulnerable glisten in her eye blinked away and her usual, mischievous glint returned as the corners of her lips curled up.

"Both are good."

He reached down between her legs to cup her vulva with his palm. Her thighs squeezed together, not to restrict his access, but to keep him from pulling his hand away. Amid their embrace, of all their bodily contact, the slight change of him gently sliding a couple fingers inside her viridian pussy was so subtle, but the feelings coursing through her were seismic.

After all the buck-wild, ball-slapping hardcore fucking they had done before, the small movements of his fingers inside her had her panting harder than she would have expected. He made little curling motions with his fingers inside her, just as gently, just as slowly. There was nowhere else for him to be. There was no rush. Not today. Today it was just her, and him. And they had all the time in the world.

He didn't tease her. He didn't try to edge her, or needlessly draw things out. Though slow, and tender, his progress was consistent. It didn't sneak up on either of them. It didn't come as a surprise. It wasn't some ground-shattering climax that had her howling to the skies. Her clitoris winked into his palm. He pressed back against it with only slightly added pressure, but it had her hooves wrap around his body even tighter as she came into his hand. Her fresh, viscous wetness dribbled from his knuckles onto the linen. He kept himself still, with his fingers still buried inside her, until she finished.

"Hmmm, that was lovely," she purred. "So... what's next?"

He smiled at her as he continued to idly finger her. "I meant what I said before."

"About me being heavy?" she asked indignantly.

"No," he said. "I mean, yes, but not that. I meant about getting elbow-deep inside you." He grinned.

"Oh." Chrysalis blushed nervously. "If we're going to do that, then I really should put on something else," she flashed with green magic before reappearing as Celestia.

"Chryssi, I told you, I want you just the way you are," Anon said firmly.

She blushed harder. "Anon, it's just that, as a changeling, I... it's... it's very different. And I'm just worried that it would... put you off."

"You don't need to be ashamed of your body," he assured her. "I've seen them all. Mares of all shapes and sizes, zebras, the cat half of gryphons..."

"I know, but..." She covered her face with her hooves and changed back to her original form. "Just promise you won't get weirded out."

"That would take a lot at this point," Anon said as he sat up in the bed. He looked over her body. "Chryssi, did you... did you gain weight since we laid down?"

Her hooves moved from her face to her round abdomen. "I told you, I feed on love!"

"Ah, right." Anon rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess this one's on me." Her expression looked hurt. "It's fine! This is fine! It's not a turn-off or anything." She seemed unconvinced. He moved over on the bed and waited for her to uncross her legs.

He rubbed his hand against her pussy again, getting her to relax and forget about her trepidations. He wanted to show her that he meant every word as he slid two fingers back inside her again. Her nervousness melted away and she relaxed into the bed. He added a second, and third finger, leaving only his thumb out, gently toying with her clit in little circles. He rotated his wrist from side to side to spread her copious lubricant before he added his thumb inside.

With only modest pressure, he slowly pushed into her. Aside from her belly, the rest of her frame was very lithe, tall as she was, and very lanky. He was concerned that her hips seemed quite narrow for her size, but she was surprisingly pliable as her pussy stretched with relative ease around the widest part of his hand. She took a deep breath and sighed to relax herself as his hand slid inside her and her pussy closed around his wrist.

He looked at her, still laying on her side, and waited for her to give the green light to continue. She didn't appear to be in any discomfort. Now that his hand was inside her vagina, the hardest part was conceivably over. But she looked more nervous now than before. Even so, she nodded for him to continue.

Anon made small piston motions, working a bit more of his arm inside her a little at a time. As she had said, it was different from a pony's vagina. The texture of her lining was different. And her secretions were less watery and more syrupy. Almost like thick honey, which seemed oddly appropriate. Though more viscous, it was no less slippery in aiding his progress. He looked down at his arm to gauge his depth. Though she was of a similar height, her body was a bit smaller than Celestia's. He expected his fingers to feel the end of her vagina, but it just sort of tapered into a more narrow ring of muscles.

Chrysalis hugged the pillow next to her and just moaned as he went deeper. Her legs made little kicking motions like if she was peddling a bike, but gave no sigh or indication for him to stop. If anything, her reactions seemed to only become more pleasured the deeper he went. His fingertips felt something solid, round and smooth, but it didn't have the donut topography of a cervix.

Her body writhed on the bed and she did a half-turn rolling onto her back before laying on her side again. Anon could feel her insides shifting around his arm and her muscles flexed, pushing the round shape against his hand. Suddenly he recognized the size and shape of it.

"Did Cadance do this to you!?" he asked. Chrysalis was barely lucid as Anon pushed his arm the rest of the way up inside her to get his fingers around the thing. Her clitoris winked against his biceps before he started to pull his arm out. His arm was coated with a thin sheen of her green juices. Her pussy flexed and bulged, stretching and squirting each time her clit winked at him. As he started to pull his hand out it stretched a bit more than before with his hand full. Her legs trembled as he looked down at the green egg in his hand. He set it on the bedding before he gently pushed his hand back inside her.

"Ooh, ooh!" Chrysalis moaned and she rolled from side to side, cradling her belly with her hooves as Anon reached elbow-deep inside her again. Chrysalis winced and grunted. He felt a second egg practically get pushed into his palm.

"Geez, how many did Cadance put in here?" he asked before reaching back up inside her again. Her abdomen flexed and squeezed around his arm and he found his hand full again. And again. And again.

Chrysalis clutched her pillow. She was breathing heavy and sweating from the ordeal of Anon actively pulling eggs out of her. He set the twelfth egg in the pile with the others. He reached back inside again, almost getting his elbow inside her. She grunted and groaned as he felt around inside her for any more eggs.

"Okay, I think that's all of them," he said. Her belly looked like it had from before they got into bed. He slowly pulled his arm out one final time. His empty hand popped free with a sticky 'shlorp'.

Chrysalis panted heavily, recovering from the experience.

"Okay, I am going to have a long talk with Cadance about doing this to you! She's in big trouble!"

"She didn't," Chrysalis said, hiding her embarrassed face behind her hooves.

Anon looked at the pile of green eggs and then at her green pussy. "Oh. Okay, Chryssi, I think I just figured it out. All these eggs you've been feeding me this whole time. About them being made with love. When you talked about them getting delivered from a green chicken while I was at work..."

Chrysalis whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"You've been putting them up your twat because you think it makes them taste better!" he said.

"Wha-?"

"Well you're right!" Anon said. "They do! Now I'm trying to remember if those other ones tasted any different after being inside Cadance... Maybe we'll have to invite her over to try that again for a taste test!" Chrysalis's entire body shuddered at the mere thought of it, and one more egg squeezed out of her. Anon picked it up. "Ah ha! A bakers dozen! Come on, I haven't even had breakfast yet. Let's turn these into one of your famous omelets!"

Anon ran off to the kitchen to grab a large bowl and gathered up the green eggs from the bed. Chrysalis followed after him on shaky legs. He set the bowl on the countertop next to the stove and set out the skillet for her. He moved aside to let her work at the stove.

Before she even picked up the first egg, she felt his hands on her hips. She looked back over her shoulder at him mounting her from behind. She felt his dick slide inside her with ease and he started humping her, making wet slaps with his hips against her. "You make the omelet, and I'll make the cream pie!" he said. Chrysalis rolled her eyes and started cracking green eggs into a mixing bowl while he fucked her.

There was a knock at the front door. "I said no visitors!" Anon shouted over the sounds of rough sex. The knocking became more insistent. "For fuck's sake, let me finish first!" He fucked Chrysalis faster.

"Just answer it," Chrysalis said, stirring the omelet in the skillet. "We live together. We can have even more graphic sex later."

Anon pulled out in frustration and put on his boxers before he walked over to the door. "Who the fuck could it be?"

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