Taking the Queen

Spiceberry had always intended to bring Chrysalis to his kitchen tonight. If he'd had more time, he could have looked over everything and picked out the very best dish to make, but such was not the case this time. As it was, they had hoof-made tomato soup with potatoes au gratin. For dessert, some chopped apples pan-fried in butter, honey and his usual blend of cider spices, which he had stirred up in a large jar to pull from as needed. He could have taken her out to a nice restaurant, but she could only eat it if the chef made it with love, and that was a gamble.

Likewise, Chrysalis knew that this food was only edible for the addition of the care and desire to impress her that he put into it. For her, that was the only form of nutrition. While they both thought the dessert was very sweet, for her, it was also incredibly nutritious.

Once the food was eaten, Spiceberry took the flatware into the kitchen and scrubbed everything down. He worked quickly, and was done in less than ten minutes, during which time, Chrysalis took a closer look at his bookshelf. She didn't recognize any of the albums, having not been big into the music of Equestria while she was passing through on her many trips. A few of the novels she recognized by name, though she had not actually read any of them.

"Found something you like?" asked Spiceberry, rounding the corner and drying his hooves. "I've read everything on that shelf. You can read one, if you want."

"Perhaps later," nodded Chrysalis, returning to the couch. "What do you usually do after dinner?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I don't usually eat dinner this early. I'm usually guarding the archives for the next four hours. I usually snack right about now, but today is a special occasion."

"I'm usually still servicing guards at this hour," nodded Chrysalis. "I think, anyway. Time is nebulous in the dungeons."

"So, what shall we do now?" asked Chrysalis. "If this is your last stop planned for the evening, what shall we do?"

Spiceberry reached up and scratched his neck. "I don't usually have this much leisure time in the evenings. I'll be honest, I thought I might need to do some correcting, but you've really been impressing me tonight. I'd also hoped to spend more time at the park, and arrive here later. I didn't expect this all to move so quickly."

"And now you have me in your bed," she chuckled.

He couldn't help but chuckle, himself, taking her by the shoulder and gently pushing her down to a supine position. "And now I have a ravishing lady lying in my bed, expecting a good evening."

As he kissed her, his right hoof travelled down her body, starting from her shoulder and going all the way down to her knee, then returning. "We should probably remove the clothes," she breathed. "We don't want to stain them, after all."

"Right you are..." Spiceberry began removing his clothes, but rather than just tossing them aside, he stood up and walked to the closed door. As he opened it, A lot of things fell out, including two more board games and a record player. He grumbled as he picked up a few of the things, and as one of the boxes popped open, Chrysalis took note of the multitudes of butt plugs that she'd graduated through. She was currently wearing her fifth, but there were still more to go. The largest didn't look like it would ever fit. If it did, she didn't know if she'd ever be able to close her arsehole again.

"What's all this?" she asked, looking over it all.

"I tried to clean up before you came," he admitted. "A lot of this was just lying on the floor because I never have guests. I had less than twenty-four hours to plan the whole night, so rather than try to find a place for it all, I just shoved it into the closet."

"You cleaned up just for me?"

He shrugged. "I don't know if I'd call it clean, but it's better than it was when I woke up. Hell, If I'd known a week in advance, I might have bought an actual bed instead of a fold-out futon. Or scouted out some motel rooms or something... This is kind of a flop."

She reached up and pulled down two hangers, one of which she hung her dress from. "Everyling is flawed. Have you seen us? We're hideous. Putting on airs and deceiving ponies into thinking we're better than we are comes with the territory."

"Still, it's embarrassing... I work hard, I have a career goal, I'm saving up money, and my place is still filthy. I won't even let my mother know where I'm living right now; she'd insist on moving to Canterlot just so I'd have a nice house to stay in, but I don't want her to bother herself with it."

"Where does she think you're staying?"

"Well, when I signed the lease, I was staying with two college students, and I just haven't told her that they moved out eight months ago."

"Ah."

"It's cheap housing, and most of this is stuff I can afford to replace. Not that I want to, I just..."

She placed a hoof on his shoulder. Wordlessly, she hung up his shirt and coat, which were actually stitched together as one solid piece. She was suddenly very glad that Rarity had made a dress for her from scratch. She had to remember to thank her later.

As he closed the closet door again, with the butt plug case still trying to slide out, guaranteed to fall to the floor when next the closet was opened, he took note that the other two guards were still standing near the door. "Help yourself to some leftovers," he said as he led her back to the couch. "In shifts if you prefer. I don't think we'll be causing too many more problems tonight."

"Are you sure about that?" asked Chrysalis, licking her teeth. "The neighbors might file a noise complaint."

He stopped her from sitting down, then lifted and pulled the couch out into a bed. "I've heard you moan. If they do complain, I'll know that I'm doing a good job."