The Erotic Life of the Smallest Changeling

Contains: micro, kiss

Alex groggily opened his eyes and immediately noticed the difference: the pressure on his back was gone. There was simply no way Chrysalis, being as big as she was, could have gotten up without waking him. So it must have all been a dream.

He chuckled nervously. What a crazy night that must have been. Had one of his friends spiked his drink at a party he didn't even remember? "Stupid blanket," he grumbled as he attempted to push the thick black cloth off himself. As soon as he was free he tried to sit up, but his back was stiff and he couldn't. He mumbled as he looked around his bedroom with blurry eyes and tried to find the clock. Did he have school today? He didn't know what day it was or if he had anywhere to be. "Man, what happened to me last night?"

Suddenly, his eyes darted open and his muscles froze. If it had all been a dream, then why was his bed half the size of a soccer field!? "Darn," was all he could say as the gears in his head started to click. Everything he saw and everything he had felt was real. He really was in some alternate reality with a giant monster. Speaking of which, where could a couple hundred feet of pony/insect runoff to? An even better question was how she had gotten out of the bed without disturbing him. Not that Alex was complaining, he loved to sleep in late, but it just made him uncomfortable knowing she could be so sneaky despite her incredible size.

Alex stumbled across the fluffy sheets to the ledge and, again, couldn't seem to find a way down due to the height. He really needed to learn how to use those wings. It was a new day and maybe his queen would teach him or at least let him practice. He cringed at the thought of her though. She had toyed with him like he was some kind of doll, like his only purpose in life was to satisfy her dark desires. He didn't want to believe that. He was a human being, dammit! And he was going to be treated as such.

The thunder of footsteps and gentle humming told Alex Chrysalis was about to return. He was ready to speak his mind as she strolled in... in a new terrifying outfit. Instead of her strange crown she had chosen to wear a green Trojan style war helmet, massive iron boots, and an evil spiked necklace. Alex's resolve to give her a piece of his mind was burned to ashes in less than a second as her massive form, and even louder hoof-steps (because of the boots), filled him with uncertainty and doubt. Her happy tune came to an abrupt end as she eyed him and began to speak.

"Good morning my Personal Attendant, I take it you slept well?" She was in a really good mood despite the intimidating armor.

"Y-yes," he stumbled nervously.

Chrysalis pouted at his answer. "I slept beautifully, thank you," she responded sarcastically. "You made my night, little cutie," she leaned down and gave him a forceful nuzzle. Alex was pushed down and rolled over by it.

"I-it was my pleasure to s-serve!" He hoped flattery would get her off him.

"Of course it was!" she scoffed. "Who wouldn't be honored to keep a queen as great as myself comfy for the night? But enough about that! Today is an important day for me, as you can probably tell from the armor. I have an important meeting with my generals and they like to see me in more..." Chrysalis couldn't think of a good word for it.

"Powerful?" Alex offered.

"Yes! In an outfit that makes me look," she licked her lips, "powerful." She smiled and looked down at him.

"What will I be doing?"

"Waiting here. I know you want to keep me in this good mood, but I'm afraid young, inexperienced, children like you simply cannot be allowed in the war room. It would be a distraction from important matters. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You are going to have to wait here for my return. I'll make sure to stop by during lunch to check on you. During that time, I give you permission to do anything you desire within the boundaries of this house."

"What does that mean?"

Chrysalis looked at him skeptically. "As long as you remain in this house, you can do whatever you feel like. Are you not grateful?" she asked with a threatening raise of an eyebrow.

"YES! Thank you my gracious queen!" Alex blurted out.

"But before I leave, would you like anything?"

"What?"

"I'm asking if you would like anything before I leave you alone."

Alex thought for a moment. There was one thing he could use. "May I have something to eat?"

Chrysalis smiled. "It's nice to see you have good manners. Yes, you may. But you have to do something for me." Chrysalis had plenty of love in her reserves to give him, but that wouldn't have been any fun.

"I'm ready to earn my meal," Alex told her regretfully. He started to think that it would have been better to just go hungry.

Chrysalis leaned down and almost rested her head on the bed, "you have to give me... a kiss."

Alex blushed and backed a step away. How was he supposed to kiss a creature whose teeth were as big as his head? While he stuttered and tried to decide what to do, Chrysalis smiled at the dubiousness of her coming prank.

"I'm waiting," she breathed gently with an inviting smile. "Of course, you could go the whole day without eating."

Alex took another moment to clear his thoughts and focus on the costs and benefits here. The cost was kissing his queen whose lips were like soggy truck tires. The benefit was getting something to eat for the day. He begrudgingly made his choice. Alex approached her slowly, unsure how this was supposed to work. Did they just go through the motions or was Chrysalis looking for something more? She smiled so kindly as she lowered her eyelids and her puckered lips looked so innocent. Alex paused for half a second more before he leaned forward and kissed Chrysalis on the lips. That's when she struck!

Although his head hadn't been fully engulfed in her mouth, it was still being crushed by her huge lips when she sucked him in and trapped him in place. Alex didn't know what was going on when he suddenly felt like pure electricity was flowing into him. Like the raw energy of the universe was coursing through his small body as he continued to embrace Chrysalis in this act so often used to symbolize love. Chrysalis let go of him after a short while and gazed at her handiwork.

He rocked back and forth as he struggled to stay on his hooves and it seemed like she might have given him too much love. Alex looked up at her and, with his higher level thinking being overloaded with happiness, smiled like a crazy person. Chrysalis found the smile an interesting change from his constant quivering. She knew it wouldn't stick around for long though. So she enjoyed it as much as possible while she could.

"I'm quite the kisser aren't I?" Chrysalis bragged.

"Oh yeah," Alex answered her dreamily.

"I bet you'd like another?" she smiled evilly.

"Yeah," Alex's mind seemed to drift into space even more as he looked up at her.

"Are you hungry anymore?"

"I could never be hungry while looking at that beautiful face."

Chrysalis gave an approving nod and quickly took her leave. Once she was gone, Alex's "love high" faded away and his sense of dignity returned, prompting him to bury his face in his hooves as embarrassment took hold of him. He couldn't believe how stupid he had just been. What had been going through his head when he said those things right to Chrysalis's face?

The soft surface of Chrysalis's bed worked well as a giant crash pad and Alex had all the time in the world to use it. As it turns out, a creature who's never flown before sucks when they first try. A long series of ridiculously short flights later and Alex finally found he could fly in a straight line. Feeling confident about his skills after more than an hour of hard work and at least a gallon of sweat, he decided it was time to explore. Alex quickly learned however, that Chrysalis's home was rather small and it didn't take him long to fly through every chamber.

Chrysalis had two bathrooms, each clearly serving a specific purpose. The one connecting to her bedroom had a toilet, a mirror, and a sink while the other just had the massive tub he'd seen yesterday. The living room where Alex had first arrived seemed kind of small (relatively speaking) and it only had the things he'd seen previously: two couches and a coffee table. Chrysalis also had her own study which he had thought was a library at first, but it became obvious it wasn't when he counted only five shelves and a few boring paintings of grass and trees. Alex also concluded that the room would be useless to him due to his size. The books were far taller than him and he doubted he'd be able to read them without help. Help he couldn't see Chrysalis ever providing.

That's when Alex had a sudden revelation. He had a horn and Chrysalis had a horn. She was able to use hers to make things float, if the glowing was anything to go by. Alex landed on her large desk in the study and examined a quill and ink bottle. The two items sat there all alone on the open landscape, completely innocent. Alex didn't think any harm could come of trying his telekinesis on a feather and what's lighter than that after all? Alex focused and concentrated and strained... and accomplished absolutely nothing.

After his first and only attempt, Alex gave up and moved on to something more interesting. The rest of his prison was pretty straight forward. There was a primitive kitchen, dining room, and an empty space. Alex scratched his head for a moment when he entered the room before deciding to go back to the study. On his way there, he couldn't help but notice three things. First off, every room was carved right out of solid rock. Secondly, there weren't any windows or doors, just massive arches between rooms. Which led to his final question: how did you get in or out of this house? Alex couldn't find a door or a passage that didn't lead into one of the already mentioned rooms. It was strange and confusing and he kept flying in circles as he tried to locate the front door, but it simply didn't exist.

"It's like I've entered the Twilight Zone or something," he commented dryly.

Eventually, he found himself in the study and landed on the table. He huffed in exhaustion and put his wings away before he turned his attention to the quill that refused to obey. He had already decided what he was going to do with the rest of his time.