//------------------------------// // John/Chrysalis // Story: Ships are Sailing - // by LoneBlade //------------------------------// "John, dear, these little pesks are starting to bother me" the Changeling Queen says to her betrothed. John, an average Joe pony, walks into the room to see what his fiance is talking about. "The ponies?" "Of course. Look at them. All happy. And sad. And angry. And having emotions. Its sickening" "Come on, Chryssie. I know you have emotions hidden somewhere deep in that chitin of yours" Mike teases her. "Puh-lease. You know what I am" John walks up to her, and watches out the hotel window of the crowded market place below them. "Yes, my wife" he says with a coy grin. "And a Changeling. Anyways, don't you think it was nice of Celestia to do the honors for the wedding?" "I would've preferred the alicorn who has power of love and all that jazz. For obvious reasons" "Well, seeing as how you impersonated her, married her boyfriend, and the rumors are that you two already frickle-frackled, I'm not surprised she declined" "Frickle-frackled? That's sub par, even for you John. What does it mean, and is it even a word?" "You banged him. And it came out of my mouth, so its a word" "I feed on love. Why wouldn't I bang him? After all, he just loved sticking his massive eshrektion in my-" "Oh, Luna. Not with the Shrek puns again. I thought we went through this already?" "Who's the emotionless one now?" She teases. "Anyways, if you can't appreciate my sense of humor, our relationship is ogre" she teases. "Can't we let it have many layers? Like an onion?" She laughs. Not her evil cackle, but a genuine nice laugh. "See? Now you're getting the hang of it" "Whatever" he grins. "So what was that program that the princesses agreed to? To let the changelings become citizens and still feed off love?" "The ultimate prostitutes" she says nonchalantly. "What?!" "Well, a pony feels the most love for another at the moment of climax. Don't go checking this fact, as this is completely not true I believe, and I'm only saying this to move the story along. So, for an amount of bits, one of my changelings will turn into the one pony you love romaticaly the most. You can have a special evening with them, and the whole time they feed. That bitch Twilight paid for a full evening, and the changeling became that hunk Shining Armour. God, the dick he had on him" she daydreams. "Hey snap out of it" John says. "I know you're just trying to get a rise out of my, which will somehow reinforce my love of you, which will feed you" "I can't help it. I'm hungry" she whines. "I'm right here! How can you be hungry?" "Love comes in many forms. The love you're giving off is like a potato chip" "Are you comparing my love for you to a potato chip?!?! Its amazing, but doesn't last long? Coz let me tell you, I can last really long" "No, that's not the point! You're feeding me potato chips, and I want a big juicy steak" "I don't believe I follow" She sighs. "I want a big piece of meat in my mouth. And then other places. God, I have spell every little thing out, don't I?" "Oh" a second passes, and he fully realizes what she's saying. "Ooohhh. Alright" he shuts the shades. "Alright, but can you be the little innocent filly again? I really liked that" She rolls her eyes. "You're such a fucking wierdo" with that, the green flames engulf her. When they dissipate, a filly Chrysalis is left in her place. John rummages through a chest, and then finds what he's looking for. Some rope. "Hey, Chryssie" he says as one would to a child "I have a really good game like tag. Wanna play?" "Okay, Johnny" she says in a child's voice. "I have to grasp your plot and run. If you catch me, I have to do something embarrassing, like kiss your flank" "Sounds fun, Johnny Wohnny. Let's start!" She waggles her filly rear at him. "Okay! Just to tell you, sometimes my pee-pee gets hard, [quick authors note: I have no fucking clue where this is coming from. I am legitimately creeping myself out] and its really uncomfortable for me" "Oh noes! Is there anything I can do to help it?" "Uh huh! It feels good if you kiss it, and lick it and stuff. You have to do it until it spits out the white happy goo" "Okay! Let's play butt-tag now!" John runs to filly Chryssie, and feels her up, and then takes two steps away. Chryssie catches up quickly. She laughes a little kid laugh. "You have to kiss my butt now!" She turns around, and sticks her prosterier in the air, her legs spread apart. She's already pretty excited from the foreplay. Mike leans in, ready to do more then just kiss it. And that's it! Before I become a fucking pedophile. Chryssie, now full size, lays on the bed. The sheets are damp, and have a musky smell. Her limbs are tied to the bed posts, forcing her into a completely submissive pose. Mike lays next to her. "So how was that big juicy steak?"