It's nine thirty in the evening. You and Chryssie are in bed - she's cuddled against you as is usual, her buzzing purr lulling you both into a state of sleep as you stroke and massage her warm, leathery carapace - and that's when all hell breaks loose.
Suddenly, there's a tremendous crash as your front door's busted in; the next moment you hear hooves thundering your way before a small squad of Royal Guards bursts into your room. As they surround the bed within which you and your beloved Queen are resting, you slowly turn your head to look at them, and...
'Fuck...' you think, 'they're all bloody veterans...' Before you can think upon it further, one of the pony guards - an enormous Unicorn stallion wearing dented and pitted armor - brandishes a gigantic, serrated spear in your direction.
"By order of the Princesses," he shouts, "you are under arrest..."
As he speaks, Chrysalis lazily opens an eye... before closing said eye and nuzzling into you further. This has happened before... countless times. With a weary sigh, you slowly reach across to your Night Table - the Royal Guards following your every move - and withdraw from it a scroll affixed with the Royal Seal of the Equestrian Principality. Upon seeing it, the guards' eyes widen.
"Where've you been, pup?" You ask the Guard Captain; the spear-brandishing Earth Pony.
"Long Range" barks he in introduction, "and my stallions and I have been tracking Diamond Dogs south of Appaloosa. We heard..."
"I know what you heard," you sigh wearily, combing your fingers through Chrysalis's mane, "another frightened pony crying about 'the changeling living with the human, just waiting to strike when we least expect it.' That about right?"
By now, the squad of guards - including Long Range - are shuffling their hooves in embarrassment.
"Yeah," you sigh again, "that's what I thought. Here, read this..." That said, you hand Captain Long Range the scroll and, warily, he takes it from you, then opens it and begins to read.
"To my Royal Guards,
By Royal Decree, we - Princesses Celestia and Luna of the Equestrian Principality - do hereby grant Chrysalis, Ex-Queen of the Badlands Hive, special permission to live within the Town of Ponyville, with her beloved, [your name here]. Queen Chrysalis has been granted citizenship along with all of the rights and privileges that entails. Any ponies found to be harassing Chrysalis because of her species or due to past events will be fined and punished severely. She has suffered enough; leave her alone.
Signed,
H.R.H Celestia de Sol
H.R.H Luna de Sel"
Swallowing nervously, Long Range carefully rolls up the scroll and hands it back to you, allowing you to return it to its place in your Night Table. Then, after briefing his men of the situation, the Guard Captain shuffles his hooves, contrite. "I... I'm very sorry about all this..." he says, quietly. "It's just... we've been at Appaloosa for three years, and when we heard news of the Changeling Queen herself being here, well... we thought that it might've been the start of another invasion! We... we didn't expect this..." He looks down at Chrysalis as she nuzzles foal-like into the crook of your arm. "It's strange..." murmurs he, "she doesn't look like a monster."
"She isn't," you murmur, softly stroking her carapace to start her purring again. Upon hearing the sound, two of the Guards struggle to keep from laughing, you think you hear one softly cry "d'aww" and another clutches his chest, letting out a tiny "hhhng!" Pointedly ignoring their antics, you focus your attention on Captain Long Range. "She isn't a monster," you continue. "She never has been. Changeling who invaded with the army of drones was called Vespula. Wayward daughter. Rebellious nasty bitch. Chrysalis still doesn't know what went wrong..." Your expression as you gaze down at your love saddens and Long Range winces sympathetically. "I know the feeling," says he, mournfully. "Come on, colts; we're done here." With that, he and his men quietly leave, fixing your door - again - on their way out, finally allowing you and your beloved Queen Chrysalis to get some much needed sleep for tomorrow.
When you awaken the next morning, it's to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth and tongue wrapped around you. Groaning softly with pleasure, you slowly pull back the duvet to find your beloved Queen, well, suckling upon you. You've never asked, demanded, or forced her to do this; it's just something she started to do one day when she became aware of you, well, poking her in the morning. Now she does it every morning, and she seems to relish it; adoring the sounds you make as she brings you closer, and closer to rapture--and that's when you stop thinking because the sensations - the feelings of her warm, wet mouth closed upon you, and that long tongue twisting and twining about your erect member again and again - become too much to bear! Then - "Nnnnh...!" - your climax rolls through you and as you look down between your legs you see Chrysalis begin to nurse upon you, drinking your seed down as she gazes up at you with big, wide, foal-like eyes.
She doesn't spill or waste a drop of your seed; she never has in all the times she's done this. Soon Chrysalis finishes and swallows the last of your seed. Then - after cleaning you up as your erection goes away - she crawls up your body to rest her head upon your chest, gazing up at you, adorably shy and foal-like, with those irresistible green eyes of hers. "You..." you whisper softly to her as you stroke her mane, "are a little minx. If you keep doing that, you're going to drain me dry one day; I'll be all used up!" At your words, Chrysalis giggles silently and baps you gently with a hoof; you retaliate to this by tickling her until her body's shaking with silent laughter. Still, you can't help but wonder if she gains something from drinking from you the way she does. She must, for she does indeed look healthier than usual; there seems to be a glow about her, her carapace seems to shine in the early morning light like some kind of polished glass, or obsidian.
"Would you like to get up now? Or shall we sleep for a bit more?" you ask. At the question, Chrysalis immediately closes her eyes and starts to make exaggerated snoring noises. "Okay," you laugh as you, interpret the gesture, "so we'll sleep a bit more; then we'll get up and I'll get you some honey for breakfast. Honey for my lil' Queen Bee..." And then you're laughing harder as she's nuzzling and kiss-kiss-kissing you, because she adores honey and you know it. The psionic energy from the emotion of love is only half her diet; being as she's insectoid the other half is made up of plant nectars, saps, honey, fruit juices... any kind of liquidized sugar she can get a hold of, really, though honey is one of her favorites. Along with the energies from love, liquid sugars are the only other thing she can eat, as her digestive system isn't built for normal foods; on the contrary, solid food tends to make her very ill. Thankfully, acquiring sugars to keep your love fed is relatively easy thanks to the Ponyville Market.
You've a few friends there who are all-too-happy to sell you various flavours of honey, jam, and smooth peanut butter - and even bags of sugar that you can dissolve in warm water - for the bits you earn doing repairs about Ponyville. When your beloved wants various tree saps, and nectars, however, then it's Zecora who gets your hard-earned gold. That wily Zebra Witch Doctor has been a wonderful friend to you and Chrysalis, ever since you found the poor Queen after falling through a sinkhole during an adventure in the Badlands. Pulling yourself away from these thoughts - as you softly stroke your beloved's mane, listening to her buzzing-purr - you smile. You and she will sleep a bit more; then you'll get up and prepare breakfast for each other. You're pretty sure there's some honey in your pantry, but if not then you'll get some from the market. After that, then it's off to see Twilight at the Golden Oaks where you'll finally be able to finish that book you're reading, "The Longest Journey." Yep, you think, today's going to be a good day...