Part I, Chapter VI - The Room

You awoke early the next morning. Opening your bleary eyes, you notice the sky was still dark, with hints of the sun’s rays just beginning to shine through the sunrise. Sitting up, you pinch the bridge of your nose tiredly before taking a look at the clock on your nightstand.

6:30 A.M.

"Damn..."

You turn your attention to the creature to your left. Chrysalis is sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and lowering steadily as she dreams. Noticing her ear flop, you find yourself intrigued watching the small, black appendage repeat this two more times before looking back out the window. Although you can't see the sunrise because of where your apartment was located, you could still see the way it affected everything around you.

Scratching your back lazily, you continue to watch as the sun begins to reflect its warm rays over the large glass buildings downtown, spreading its warm, orange glow everywhere as it continued its ascension. You consider waking Chrysalis so that she can bask in the beauty of this everyday occurrence, but are stopped mid-thought by a hoof touching your left thigh. Glancing at holed-hoof, your eyes trace upwards until you look directly into Chrysalis’ half-lidded green eyes. Your mind flashes back to last night, and how Chrysalis needs love in order to survive.

Looking away from her, you glance back towards the sunrise, just barely feeling its warm rays on your face before focusing on her again. You've made up your mind on how you want to handle the situation. It's not like you'd actually get attached to a cartoon character, right?

Inwardly, you laugh at your own joke, and prepare yourself for the first part on your multi-phase plan.

"Well, now's as good a time as any."

You turn around to face her, leaning against the backboard of your bed, gazing softly at her; watching with a small smile as she slowly crawls up your torso. Her hooves brush along you softly, so softly you have to focus to be sure that she’s feeling you up. She whips her head lightly to one side, allowing her silky mane to glide gracefully over her withers and let it settle on her left side. Subconsciously, you lick your lips, your heart beating just a bit faster as she gets ever so closer to you. Resting her lithe frame against your chest and torso, she breathes out a cute sigh, almost cooing from the warm of your skin and pajamas.

Reaching out, you caress her neck with one hand, feeling the soft dark skin; sometimes running your fingers through her mane. A purr reaches your ears and your smile becomes just a tinge wider as you softly rub her cheek, watching as she leans into your touch like a kitten. Slowly, the distance between you two is eliminated as your lips meet together in a soft embrace. Her eyes close gently and you can’t help but look at her as you two kiss gently, watching her features soften up as the bliss of your passion seems to flow through her. Chrysalis sighs in contentment, her body further relaxing against you as she gave herself to you in the heat you two are sharing.

Pushing your lips against her with more pressure, you feel the purring in her chest vibrate lightly against yours, relaxing you further if such a feat were possible. Opening your eyes again, you find yourself staring into deep green eyes, feeling her push back against your kissing, trying to match you and make even ground. Her hooves wrap around your neck a bit tighter as she slowly licks your lips, begging for entrance. You concede with a light groan, feeling her tongue gently caress your teeth and molars with a delicacy you had never before seen in her. Chrysalis presses herself onto you with a bit more force, leaving you breathless as you try to push your tongue into her mouth.

She smirks and playfully wraps her longer tongue around yours, suckling on it gently; causing you to moan softly. Your hand stops rubbing her neck, dipping lower and squeezing her thigh firmly. Chrysalis moans loudly from your touch, her cheeks flushing and giving you the perfect opportunity for revenge as you force your tongue into her mouth, her body shivering slightly; back arching in pleasure. Carefully, you run your tongue along her fangs, feeling her squirm slightly and moan.

“Never thought that her licking her fangs would be a turn on for her."

Slowly, you brush your tongue along the inside of her mouth, quivering in ecstasy from the way her sharp teeth felt against your tender muscle. She squeaks cutely as she slowly rubs her body against yours, making you gasp and groan at the tightness in your pants.

Pulling back, a thin bridge of saliva forms between your lips. Panting, you lean back on the backboard, your hair sticking to your forehead. She leans in and kisses you one final time on the lips, licking them slowly as she took care of the saliva. You blush as she licks her lips, panting just as much as you are.

You gaze at her softly, rubbing her neck softly as your body tingles from the pleasure.

“Was…that…good enough?”

She grins goofily. “That was…so…good!~” she moans out, nuzzling your neck.

You chuckle and rub her back. “Good….I’m glad you…enjoyed it.”

She merely breathes softly onto your neck, kissing and nibbling on the tender flesh as her breathing eventually evens out.

“Mmmmm~” She moans against your neck, pulling back and settling into your hold.

Shaking your head, you chuckle at her antics, breathing slowly as you relax, the room bathed in a soft orange glow; a comfortable silence filling the room.

"So", Chrysalis' voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "What time is it?"

You glance at the clock and your eyes almost widen. "Almost seven in the morning."

"Cool."

She stretches out underneath the covers, simply extending her legs out from her body, and she gently brushes against you as she does this. She doesn't seem to notice, but you perk up almost instantly. A question pops into your head.

"So, now that I have no job, what do you wanna do?"

She pauses, rubbing a hoof underneath her chin, clenching her eyelids shut. After a moment, they slowly open, stopping halfway. She turns and looks at you, twisting her body, and supporting her head with a hoof.

"I have a few ideas...” she says seductively, a devious smile crossing her lips.

Your mouth hangs open as you realize what she's talking about, but it quickly closes, and you watch as she brings up her other hoof to cover her muzzle as she giggles. Seeing that it was just a joke, you feel your cheeks heat up ever so slightly.

"Not funny", you grumble as her laughter comes to a stop.

"Fine! Maybe it was, but the look on your face was just priceless!” she almost laughs out, smiling at you, but stops, noticing your grumpy expression.

You glare at her for a moment, and then smile yourself, thinking that you had maybe overdone it.

"You know", she says, looking down at the mattress. "Most stallions would kill to bed the Queen."

You think about what to say, your mouth instantly spewing out, "Well, I'm not 'most stallions'."

"No shit, Sherlock!"

She looks up at you pleadingly, and you know what she wants, but you just can't bring yourself to give it to her. She's a cartoon character, dammit. You change the subject, trying your best not to give in to her puppy-dog eyes. Or, her...insect...bug-thing eyes. You snap your attention back to the task of changing the subject.

"How about I show you some more human stuff?” you suggest, praying for a change in the way she looked now. It worked.

Her ears perk up, now standing proudly at attention, and she shook her head vigorously, showing that she accepted your offer. You smile, twisting yourself out of bed, pulling on the pair of jeans from last night. Deciding that you're already wearing half of a dirty outfit, you might as well go all the way, and you pick up the shirt from last night too. Quickly pulling it over your body as you hear Chrysalis touch down on the ground. You turn to see her stretching out, and allow yourself to do the same. The both of you, now fully stretched, stand in silence for a moment, waiting for you to give the go-sign.

"Alright, come on", you say, walking out the door, waving your hand, motioning for her to follow.

***

The scene flashes forward about thirty minutes, and you open up the lid of the trash can, letting the plate slide out of your hand, watching as it hits the bottom of the bag.

"You finished?” you ask, looking up to see Chrysalis' plate, surrounded by a green glow, floating towards you.

You snatch it out of the air, slamming it down into the can as if you were a football player that scored the final touchdown of the game. You pump your fist, closing the lid, and begin walking back towards Chrysalis, who is in her usual spot up on the loveseat. You take your spot on the floor and look up at her.

"Alright...what do you wanna see?"

She looks around the room for a moment, squinting her eyes at random objects, then finally locking her sights on a door to the left of the bathroom door. You follow her gaze, and gulp when you reach its final destination.

"T-there?"

She nods, and you look back at the door. You slowly stand up, regretting giving her permission to see anything she wanted.

"What's the matter? Dark secret?” she says jokingly. You remain silent.

"Well, there's only one thing to do now."

You look at her, and quickly begin to panic as she floats up off the couch, her insect-like wings buzzing as she hovered over to the door. You consider tackling her as she buzzed by, but thought better of it, instead allowing her to get closer and closer to opening the door. She reached it, and with a nervous look on her own face, her horn and the doorknob both began to glow a shade of green. You hear the doorknob twisting, and clench your eyes shut as the door swings open, expecting a shocked reaction to come from her. However, after minutes of waiting, nothing happened. You open your eyes and look at where she was standing just a moment ago, the door now wide open.

You stand up and walk yourself slowly towards the room, worried about what she may be doing, about what she may have found. You step through the doorway to find her inspecting an acoustic guitar with a cracked face and a broken string. Her ear twists slightly in your direction, and she looks up at you, pure joy all over her face.

"This is very cool! Why would you be worried about someone finding all this stuff?!"

She floats over to a pile of CDs, and you look down at your feet.

"This was all my college stuff. I used to be way big on all of it; playing guitar, rocking out, all of it. After I moved here, I felt more responsible, what with having to take care of myself and what not, I just moved on. All this stuff just kinda sits in here now, collecting dust, waiting for me to do something with."

Chrysalis tried her best to pay attention to you, but found it extremely hard to as she looked at all the Cd cases around her. There had to be more than fifty there, but she was inspecting each one as if it were the only one. You eye the cover of the album levitating in front of her.

You chuckle to yourself, reminiscing.

"That used to be one of my favorites. The lead singer's voice was a bit high-pitched at first, but I got over it as time went on."

She places it down on the top of a small stack that she had started for the previously viewed CD cases.

"It does look interesting, and perhaps we can listen to it later."

You smile at the proposition, and make a mental note to remember that for later, thinking of the day when you can crank up the radio and take a trip down memory lane. Your mind continues to wander as you watch Chrysalis finish examining each of the CDs, and then move on to a stack of DVDs.

She looks at the case of the first one at the top of the stack. You look at it, and see that it's the sixth Star Wars film, "Return of the Jedi". She sticks out her tongue at the DVD, and slides it off and on to the floor, beginning her examination of the next film. You wonder if you should try and initiate more conversation while she looks through everything, but decide against it, instead watching her as she places DVD after DVD down on top of each other.

You look to your left, the acoustic guitar staring at you, almost as if it were begging to be played after such a long time. You reach out slowly, wrapping your left hand around the neck, and then pulling the stringed instrument off of its stand, bringing it closer to yourself. You reposition yourself so that you're sitting with your legs folded, and let the guitar rest in your lap. You look down at it, remembering the reason why you wanted to learn to play in the first place; the girls. Of course, by the time you were good enough to woo anyone, all the ladies had moved on to only being impressed by assholes that wore mascara and dressed like idiots. At least, that's how you saw it.

You pluck the Low E string with your thumb, not just listening, but feeling as the deep hum vibrated throughout the instrument and your ears. You close your eyes and pluck it a few more times, allowing the deep vibration to almost calm you. You open your eyes, snapping out of your trance-like state, and see Chrysalis, legs folded underneath her body, and eyes focused on you and your instrument. You pluck the Low E one more time, watching as the note causes a small shiver to run down her spine. You don't know how or why she reacted that way, but you don't particularly care enough to question it, let alone give it anymore though at all. You move on to the next string.

You pluck the A string, listening as the slightly higher note rings out, and create a small beat, alternating between Low E and A. You want to play the fourth string ever so badly, just to let Chrysalis hear each string, but find yourself unable to, as it is the broken string. You move up to G string, then quickly move up to B string, and finally to High E, accepting the change from high to low. Chrysalis is still fixated with you and the guitar, and you begin to play her a little tune.

"Ode to Joy", or, a simplified version. She can't tell the difference though, and is still enthralled with the performance. She changes position, allowing the front half of her body to point forward, and the back half to twist to the side. You hit the final note in the song, and she claps her two hooves together.

"Clopping?", you question yourself as she slowly comes to a stop.

"That was absolutely wonderful. Can you play anything else?" Chrysalis asks, genuine curiosity present in both her voice and the way she stares at you.

You simply nod, positioning your hands to play her another piece.

You begin "When the Saints Go Marching In", and make a mistake early on, but she doesn't seem to notice. You play the rest of the song with no mistakes, and you are once again given a round of applause from Chrysalis.

"Again, wonderful. I must ask you to stop though, as I have something I'd like to discuss."

You simply nod, placing the guitar back on its stand, and then propping your head up on your arm, ready for Chrysalis' questions.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

You wonder why she'd thank you for doing something she'd asked you to do, but brush it off as she begins to talk.

"So", she begins, a copy of the movie "Jaws" floating up next to her head. "Is this any good?"

You nod, saying, "Yes, yes it is. Very good, actually."

It's her turn to nod. For the next few minutes, the two of you sit down and discuss which movies were worthwhile and which ones weren't. Your conversation finally ends, and the two of you sit in silence, two stacks of DVDs on either side of Chrysalis' body, categorized ad "Watch" and "Don't Watch". You look over, realizing that there's no television, let alone a DVD player, in the room, and you think you'd have to move this stuff out of the room, but you get an idea just before almost dismissing the thought. You stand up and walk out of the room, leaving Chrysalis alone, but return minutes later with cables in one hand, and a DVD player in the other. You set the electronic equipment down, and face Chrysalis.

"I'm gonna need your help with this last part. You up for it?"

She smiles and stands up, following you out of the room. You walk over to one side of the television, and Chrysalis walks over to the other.

"Alright. When I say 'go', could you use some of your magic, or whatever you call it, to help me take this into there?"

She nods, aiming her head down at the television set.

"Go!” you practically yell out, lifting the T.V. and walking a few inches, before having the set suddenly enveloped in a green glow. You release your grip, and watch as Chrysalis turns enough o get the T.V. through the door, and then follows after it, barely using any effort. You walk in as she sets the television on the ground, and you begin to set up the wires and cables.

Minutes later, you finish, and the copy of "Jaws" levitates in front of you. You open it up, popping the disk out of the holder, and then sitting it on the tray of the DVD player. You rush back over to Chrysalis, who somehow found beanbags, and you plop yourself down on the red one as the film begins.