Breakfast is also dessert!
Awakening in a tangle of arms and legs, Chrysalis took a moment to assess why she was entangled. A human hand was in her line of sight, limp. It was not hers. A slight headache throbbed behind her temples. Memories flooded her mind as her confusion faded away. Scott was holding her from behind. He was in the same bed she was.
A bed she had forbidden him from ever being in.
Hers.
The anger was not there. The revulsion did not well up from within. She wanted to be upset, to feel violated. A sense of resignation drifted through her thoughts. It was odd, but she felt good. Snapping her eyes open, she glared at Scott’s hand as if it were the most offensive thing in the world. She tried to turn her head, but was for the moment trapped in his limbs. A sigh of annoyance escaped her lips.
“Did you get me pregnant?” her voice should have been a shout of indignation. It was far from that. Rather, her words came out in a squeak. The question was rhetorical. Certain places felt sore and there was a dampness to the sheets. Not minding she would soon be a mother again, Chrysalis trusted her instincts in the timing. She had spoken her piece at the United Nations, as well as a few other delicate nuances involving magic. Everything had ended not as she had expected, thanks in no small part to Twilight’s insufferable student.
What time was it? A quick glance at the large hotel window showed the first rays of morning bathing the building across the street. The lighting in the room was poor, but her eyes did not require a lot of light to see detail. Scott snuggled, his face buried into her neck. One arm was wrapped under her shoulders, the other over her waist. His legs were intertwined with hers. There was morning wood pressed against her backside. His pale skin mingled with her gray tones. Teal hair covered part of his head.
The bed was a mess. Sometime during the night, the blankets had been flung off. The only thing keeping Chrysalis warm was Scott’s body. Goosebumps raced along her skin where it was exposed to the air. Shrinking against the man, the humanized changeling searched for some covers. She was cold! Reaching out with her magic, her telekinesis sought out the blankets no doubt on the floor. Yes, having a warm body at her back was nice, but what about the rest of her?
Chrysalis felt through her magic for the blankets, found them, and pulled them up from the floor. At least she thought it was the blankets. Still half asleep, she found her business skirt in her telekinetic grasp and let out a grumble of irritation. Tossing it aside, she reached out again with her magic and put forth a little more effort.
Behind her, the man shifted, pulling her tighter to him. Chrysalis felt a certain rod shift and rub. This time, a snarl did form on her lips. Turning from her side to her back. she broke Scott’s grip and glared at him. Sleepy green-blue eyes stared back, blinking.
“Was last night not enough for you?” the snarl rolled along with her voice. Flashing eyes glared, narrowing beneath those long lashes. Defiance welled up from within, as well as some anger. What happened in this bed was a mistake, she reasoned.
Or was it? She remembered her own lust well enough.
The answer came in the form of a groped breast. It was followed up with his lips on hers. The kiss was deep and lingering. Chrysalis was taken aback by the sudden aggressiveness. Despite her outrage, she flung her arms over his back and dug her nails into his flesh. That was a lot of tongue! Not too deep! He needed a reminder of which of them was the dominant.
A growl in her mouth, a shifting of weight and he was on top of her, bringing a hand up and cupping the side of her face. The kiss deepened, if possible, tongues warring for control over each other. Chrysalis wrapped her legs around his waist and locked them in place. She could match his enthusiasm! This puny monkey would learn why she was a queen and he was just a mortal thing destined to die one day.
The kiss was broken and the couple stared into each other’s eyes. Lust, plain and pure, unadulterated. He wanted her. And why not? She had done nothing but teased and tantalized for six months. She had put him through torture, leaving Scott on the brink so many times. Baring her teeth through a curled smile, she stared up at him, but not with love. Oh, no, she had needs and desires, but love was not what she had for him. It was impossible! Changelings do not experience love! Love is food! It is a tool to empower and nothing more! This human form had its merits and Chrysalis had to admit it was more of a weapon for sex than she would have believed for a hairless simian species. It was just another form to exploit love with.
Was that not the truth? Was she only giving him what he wanted because it was a mutual need she shared? The desire to satisfy the most carnal of desires, which they had dabbled in last night. He had become a feral thing, a manbeast that set himself upon her. And why not? She had teased his sexual desires for the last time and he snapped. The buttons of her blouse were scattered on the floor, some were on the bed and elsewhere. The garment itself was in tattered ruins as he had ripped it off her body. Chrysalis had loved it, taunting him as he tore away the clothing hiding her supple attributes. This was the side of the human she had caught glimpses of. Once she had drawn it out, seen the aggressive need in the way he rolled his shoulders as he came for her…
Where had that been before, that alpha male who wanted to mark his territory and claim all the females within it? Or was that something the talking monkeys even did on this world? They were a confusing species, the humans, with so many diverse cultures and customs.
Scott’s eyes softened as he studied her, as if seeing the humanized queen with different eyes. What she saw was unforced emotions in those orbs, even as she felt them, and fed upon them. Oh, his instincts were in full play as he grinded his hips into hers in a slow and deliberate motion.
“You are a monster,” words fell from his lips in a whisper. “You had the world in your grasp.” A thumb caressed her cheek.
His touch was not unwelcome, even as his voice caught her breath. “Yes.” The admission was easy. With it came unwanted doubt. An idle finger toyed with the enchanted wedding band on her left ring finger. “I have been one a very long time.”
“Why did you stop?”
She laughed beneath him, tossing her head back and chortling, “Oh, you silly monkey! What makes you think I stopped? I spoke before your bickering leaders. I do not have the resources or the mental fortitude to put up with such children.” Her nipples were pressed into the top of his stomach as he eased himself upon her. She had her own needs and he was not mounting her. Why was he not mounting her? A small whine, her own want escaped her throat. Why did she want him now? Why did she let him inside last night? Why did she want him still? Chrysalis came back to him, opening her eyes with a seductive twinkle in them. A hand came back from tracing the length of Scott’s spine, caressing the curve of his shoulder to his neck. She could smell his musk, fresh and intoxicating to her nose.
Chrysalis inhaled, an uncaring curiosity coming from within. She was ancient, an emotivore, the closest thing this world had to a true vampire. This human form she was stuck with had not taken long to master. Humans were still animals, different enough from ponies to make the experience her current form provided most unforgettable indeed. The versatility of opposable thumbs! She felt Scott’s thumb again stroking her cheek, and soon the other side of her face was receiving the same treatment.
“Your teasing is terrible,” Chrysalis told the man. He moved in, kissed her on the lips, his thumbs still stroking. Pulling back, he was expressionless as if lost in thought. To get more of her point across, her hips began to move in motion with his own. “Such an amatuer. I’ve known so many. But you knew that.”
Scott smirked. “Yeah.”
She purred, touching his body and exploring with walking, curious fingertips, “You think you know what goes on in my mind, don’t you? You think, because of dear little Cadenza, that you can see into my thoughts. You think I showed mercy to your United Nations.”
His movements slowed as he tilted his head to one side. “No,” her ears seemed to perk up in surprise, “that would be a dumb thing to assume. I get inklings, but I can’t tell if it’s something you’re letting me see or if it’s just another one of your tricks.” The tip of his sword brushed over the opening of her folds.
Chrysalis bit her lip. So, the monkey could be taught. “You paid attention.” A roving hand found male buttocks. She squeezed. “Good boy.” A corner of her mouth curled upward and teeth flashed.
Scott returned the smile with a copy of his own. He bent down, but did not kiss her on the lips again. Instead, he went for her throat, his tongue leading the charge. Chrysalis offered more, inviting his advance. She pressed her palm into the back of his head, pulling him in. A sigh and a moan accompanied an arc in her spine as she pressed more of her body to touch his skin.
Her eyes widened as her folds were penetrated. Cooing, she felt his teeth nibble. Scott wasted no time in hilting himself as far as he could go. Through his nibbling, he growled and licked, kissing her exposed flesh in between. He pulled halfway out, then made a slow thrust. Chrysalis closed her eyes and let the man do as he wished. She had dominated him last night, turning him from hunter into prey. It had been enjoyable. Love? No. Love was not for changelings; not in the way a pony might see it, or even how this monkey she had grown...fond? yes, that was the word.
Yes, fond. That was the word! Very fond.
Of course, it could be the love magic of that meddling alicorn, Cadence at play here. No, there was no ‘maybe’ about it. Damn those rings! For the moment, Chrysalis did not care. This human form she inhabited was not prohibitive. It was not an inconvenience. Right now, it was perfect for the monkey on top of her and he was taking full advantage of the moment.
Scott found his rhythm. It was slow and steady, not as animalistic as last night. Was he going for distance? Chrysalis did not know his body and his instincts well enough to be certain, but she felt he might speed up. Why were his ministrations so tender? Did he not want to have his way and be done with it? Her nails dug into the back of his head and she returned the favor, biting and nipping. Her own tongue went forth and ran along the nape of his neck. Legs tightened as she wanted him more.
The man growled again, a feral, monkey sound. Chrysalis giggled and felt a hand grope one of her breasts. Scott rose above her, propping himself on an elbow. His other hand kneaded, then his fingers found her nipple. Toying with it for a moment, he went down and kissed the top of it before giving it a lick. He repeated the process, moving along like a curious explorer. His motions had slowed, though each thrust into her was strong. They were never halfway. It was not an unpleasant sensation, feeling him pull almost all the way out with an almost deliberate motion before diving back in.
Chrysalis had no idea the human form could have so many sensitive and responsive places along the skin. A happy moan came when Scott sucked on the nipple. His hips continued their work. He lifted his head, eyeing her from beneath his brows before moving to the other breast. Not lost in the bliss of sex, Chrysalis’ mind was taking note with great care. As a mistress of lust, she studied even as the human combined foreplay with sex. It was an interesting thing to witness, to feel. A wandering thought imagined if all humans were like this in their lovemaking.
“Kiss me,” she commanded.
Obedience was immediate. It was a violent kiss and she welcomed it. Using both hands, her nails raked his back without mercy. Scott grunted into her mouth, continuing to wrestle her tongue with his. This was about taking command and dictating the terms of this battle. The tide must be turned, for she was Queen!
His efforts picked up speed. Chrysalis could hear the impact of his flesh against hers as the urgency picked up. Little grunts were coming from him.
They are adorable, she thought as their kiss broke with a pair of gasps.
The pair stared into the pools of each other’s eyes. Scott was smiling. It was boyish, impish, and perhaps impetuous. Chrysalis adopted a feral, hungry smile, revealing her teeth.
“You think to dominate me?” she breathed, not at all displeased with him. There was work to be done, improvements to be made. Right now, he was doing fine, but he could be much, much better. Even more revealing, she could sense he was experimenting with her, trying to unlock her secrets. “You think to make me yours?”
“Maybe,” he gasped between heavy breaths. Hips slowed as he willed himself from the brink.
He is showing excellent restraint, Chrysalis thought. By now, they were both sweating. The room was heavy with their scents. Chrysalis could feel he was fighting himself.
“Oh, God!” His eyes rolled back into his skull as he blew an explosive breath.
She could have aided him, but she chose not to. This was the time to learn more about his body and his own willpower. Her eyes drank in every detail of the moment even as she caressed his face, neck, and chest. As she made progress, her nails continued to dig harder and harder into his flesh. As she made it to his collar bone, she broke skin. The whole time, she watched him, taking mental notes.
He was finding pleasure in the pain. But how much?
Chrysalis did not want to push the envelope too far and chance ruining this moment. She fed as she was fucked.
After using so much of her energies in her attempt to corral the UN Council, this was most welcome indeed! Herding cats would have been an apt way to describe what happened yesterday.
Taking command, the changeling used her superior strength to roll Scott on his back. Unlocking her legs, she kept him hilted as she rolled her hips. With a yelp, his whole body followed. Teal locks flew through the air and Scott found Chrysalis straddling him, grinning down at his sprawled form. Without thinking, he grabbed her ass with both hands. She braced herself with her arms, grabbing Scott by the ankles. Arching her back, Chrysalis began to ride, moving slowly and moving her hips in a circle.
“Not yet,” cooed the fallen queen. “Not yet. Not until I give you permission to release.” She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and letting her hair trail beneath her. It rippled with her movements in the dim light of the room. She could feel him easing back from the brink. Slowing the motion of her hips, she coaxed him down. Soon, though. Very soon.
Scott responded by getting handfuls of breasts. “Easy for you to say.” The play stopped and his hands trailed down along her ribs to her waist. He began flickering his fingers along her rib cage. This was new!
“Gah!” Chrysalis jerked forward, surprise exploding through her eyes as they went wide. “What are you doing?” Her hair flew with the unexpected sensations erupting along her sides.
“Tickling,” was the reply.
“Stop it!” she laughed, not wanting him to. “Stop! It’s not funny!”
Scott stuck his tongue out at her. “Make me stop.”
“Why is sex so complicated with you monkeys?” An exasperated Chrysalis flung herself forward, her hands grabbing at his as she tried to swat them away. Through grit teeth and a voice nowhere near as angry as it sounded, she added, “I am not ticklish!”
“Your sides beg to differ,” Scott countered, squirming in a futile attempt to escape.
“I do not have tickle spots!”
With a sudden movement, the man interlaced his fingers with hers and pulled himself into a sitting position. As he did so, he gave her another kiss, one filled with passion. The struggling ceased, the infernal monkey again having the upper hand. Arms wrapped around her frame, a hand again grasping at one of her butt cheeks. What was with his fascination with butts?
It was not an unwelcome feeling.
“I am a changeling queen,” she gasped at him, giggling when their lips parted. “I am not ticklish, do you understand me? Not. Ticklish.” Each word was punctuated with a peck on the lips.
Placing an arm behind his head, Scott fell back into the bed. An infuriating smile danced across his face. “If you say so.”
The Queen of Lust began to chuckle, tilting her head forward and letting her hair conceal her face. A pair of green lights shimmered from beneath. Walking her fingers up his chest, a twisted grin formed and she tilted her head to one side. “Where were we?” she asked, again grinding.
A lesson needed to be taught. One does not tickle the Queen of the Changelings.
“Amazing sex,” he told her.
Her fingers traced along his arms from his shoulders on down to his palms. She took up his hands and pressed them into the mattress, her grip unbreakable. “You have no idea,” she said in a lustful tone. “You have no idea with whom you are fucking.”
Her hips began to pick up the pace, her eyes growing stronger and stronger in their emerald lights.
An ear splitting grin greeted her. “Bug pony horse waifu,” he replied without shame.
Irritated with the title, she tightened her grip on his hands. “I hate those words,” she hissed, focusing on the sensation of each penetration into her, filling her pussy. The sensitivity down there was electrifying. Her muscles worked, dominating his member and taking full control of what his penis could and could not do. No, there would be no release for him, not yet. A manic, almost sadistic gleam came to her eyes. A suitable smile formed to match it.
“Worship me,” she bade him. “Attend to me.” She released his arms. Her hands went to his face, cupping it. Her fingers took his ears with thumbs and forefingers and rubbed. “Make me feel like a queen.” Chrysalis bent in, hunger on her lips as they quivered.
Scott was eager to please. His motions below the waist matched hers. Their movements became one. Once again, his hands found their happy place on her ass.
They broke their kiss. “You have a thing for my flanks,” Chrysalis observed with a wry grin. “What is it about my flanks you find so enticing?” She brushed a strand of sweaty hair from her face, hooking it behind an ear.
He was panting now, and having a difficult time concentrating. Rolling his eyes into the back of his head, he let out a moan before answering through his gasps. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’ve been staring at your ass since we got married,” he admitted. “Best ass I’ve ever seen. Best I’ve ever touched. Oh, God, fuck!”
“Does it hurt?” she asked, pleased her butt was amazing in his eyes. “Should I give you release? You won’t have it unless I allow it.”
Scott groaned, biting his lips.
“I want your word, my morsel of monkey,” she cooed, increasing her gyrations. His penis was flaring, but she held it in check, her magic blocking his ejaculation. It had to be painful for the man.
“Wha—?”
“Never” —Chrysalis thrust herself upon him with euphoric violence— “ever call me,” —she lifted herself— “Bug. Pony. Horse. Waifu.” With each word, she drove herself upon his shaft. With each syllable of that infuriating title, she felt him shudder beneath her. Finishing with a snarl, she was upon him, his penis quivering within her, crying out to fill her womb.
Oh, wait, that was Scott’s voice and not his dick.
Very painful indeed!
“Okay!” he cried, “Fuck, woman! What the fuck!” Ah, joy and pain, what a combination! His hands continued to grope her ass, his own fingertips digging deep into her flesh. “I won’t call you that anymore!” One hand released and smacked her with sound force. “Fucking eldritch horror bitch!”
Chrysalis was loving every minute of it. This pain was pleasing to her! Letting go of her magic, she released her hold over his member. The inevitable explosion of hot seed shooting into her womb was almost anti climatic, but the expression on Scott’s face was well worth it. His hands pulled at her hips and ass, his instinct to impregnate holding her in place. Milking him for all he was worth, Chrysalis had no intention of letting his cum go to waste. Slumping over, she stared down as he gasped, reading his emotions. Euphoria greeted her and she smiled down at her prey. Feeling full, she was still not satisfied. Where is my finish? Chrysalis narrowed her eyes at him.
A tender kiss was his reward in their afterglow. It lingered, as he was spent and she held him in place with ease. Chrysalis was pleased with herself, as much as she was pleased with the compliant simian beneath her. A work in progress, of course. Panting a little, she pecked him here and there about his face and neck with little kisses. Yes, he would do, she decided, working her way through her own thoughts. Scott closed his eyes, but he was not asleep. He was exhausted.
“Chrys?” Scott cracked open an eye. “I have a question.”
Feeling him grow flaccid within her was a disappointment. “Hmm?” There was a way to fix that. Her eyes began to glow, just a little. Her smirk was sultry.
“If we get rid of that spell Candy Ass put on us, would it be all right if I took you out on a real date? I mean, really get to know you without the crutch of that fucking spell dictating how we feel towards each other?”
The woman stared down at him, wondering if he was about to kill the mood. It felt like it. Her question came out in a flat, drawn-out tone, “Why? Do you understand what I look like now is not at all what I look like in my real form?” Scott knew what her true form looked like.
He blinked. “So, you’re not against it?”
Arching a brow, she put a finger to his lips. “Hush. Now is not the time for such a discussion.” Why was her heart thudding against her chest so hard? “I am giving you children. For now, be content with that.” Before he could say anything else, she darted in and shut him up with a hungry kiss. He returned it as best he could. Chrysalis dominated him. When she pulled away, her finger replaced her lips. “You wanted children, did you not? Remember how you used to ramble on about becoming a father and how much of a challenge it would be for you? We will have a family. You and I.”
“Okay.” Scott was not happy with her answer.
A warm, soft smile crept across her face. Beneath her was her prey, her prize, once an unwanted nuisance, her only source of sustenance for her magic. Stupid rings! Now? Well, there were things to sort out. Confusing things. Things that filled her with woe when considering them. Her emotions were betraying her and she did not like that. Over her long life, she had many, many partners, most of whom she could not remember. Faces had blended and all the forgotten names now had the same forgotten face. She was evil and took what she wanted! Love was food to her and meant little else!
This was the truth!
Wasn’t it?
Experience had taught her…all she could see was Cadenza’s smug and smiling face.
Life had shown her…the grin only grew wider as she bathed in her revenge.
“You thrice damned monkey,” she sighed, rubbing her hands over the scratches on his chest. Her ring gleamed like a curse. For a moment, it froze her gaze.
Scott looked up at her with confusion. “Did I do something wrong?” His own fingers and palms went up and down her ribs. Nodding, he closed his eyes, “I think I love you, even without…” His words trailed off as he frowned through her digit.
“I know,” she shushed him. “I know.” It was impossible to get it through his head it was the magic talking. You do not love me, you silly simian. She grabbed his left hand and pointed at his ring. “This is the issue. You keep forgetting, Scott. ‘Lovebutt’s’ damnable magic.”
Love magic from an alicorn has proven to be a pain in the plot, an inward sigh did not reflect the small smile she wore. But do I love him? It’s...it’s impossible. I am a changeling. Damn you, Cadenza! Damn you and your infuriating love magic!
She scooted to the edge of the bed, casting a lingering look at the man on the bed. He gave her one last, feeble squeeze of an ass cheek, giving her a boyish grin. Rolling her eyes, Chrysalis rose to her feet and padded to the bathroom. She grabbed a towel and, without bothering to cover herself, went straight to Starlight Glimmer’s room. Without knocking, she flung the door open, peeked in, and grinned.
“I thought so,” she observed to the girl fumbling to cover herself. “Here. I think you need this.” Leaving the sputtering humanized unicorn, Chrysalis cackled with glee as she strode back to her bedroom. “I’d like to see the friendship report on that!” she added between hoots.
Starlight Glimmer, Twilight’s student in the ways of friendship, had been keeping tabs on the changeling, sending reports weekly via magic to her teacher. She had been, more or less, a parole officer of sorts. Starlight also had full access to her magic, whereas Chrysalis did not. It would make sense for the warden to have an advantage over her ‘prisoner’. If she had not been present at the United Nations, then perhaps things might have been different. Starlight had seen through Chrysalis’ plan to subjugate the Council and convinced her not to do it.
Angry warlike talking monkeys made for terrible enemies.
Scott at one time had an unreasonable dislike for the younger woman, but something of a platonic relationship had developed between the two. He treated her like a little sister and she hated him for it. The constant noogies were always enraging Starlight. Chrysalis often found their antics to be annoying.
Scott was sitting up when she entered, wearing a confused expression. “What was that about?”
The humanized changeling was still laughing. “She was listening in.”
He tilted his head to one side. “Listening?”
“Intimately.”
The light bulb went off. “Oh. So you gave her a towel to clean up?”
“Yes.”
The man sighed and worked his way off the bed, taking a moment to make a sweeping motion with his hand at the soaked sheets. “We made a mess,” he said.
Reaching down and grabbing his hands Chrysalis nodded, “Get up. Shower with me.”
He stood and pulled her into an embrace. They could see eye-to-eye, though the teal haired woman had always seemed to look down upon him. Scott was getting hard again.
“Your Queen demands a shower. You can finish me. I will teach you. Then we’ll discuss this insatiable appetite of yours.” She reached down and stroked his shaft, enticing and teasing it. “Perhaps all day.” It would keep our minds off of...no, it would not.
The man liked the idea. “Star can call room service.” Worry overcame him as he glanced at the door. “What about Star? I don’t think she’s going to want to hang around and listen to all of that noise.”
An evil grin danced across the perfect face before him. “She can stay if she wants to. Maybe she likes to watch.”
“I’m going out!” cried the younger woman’s voice. There was panic in her words, even desperation. There were the sounds of thumps and grunts, followed by an, “Oof!”
The smile died as Chrysalis’ thoughts flipped on her. There was a very good chance this would all end once the rings came off. Cadence had warned her, warned the both of them. This marriage, this…farce had not worked out as the princess had hoped. Nothing natural in the realm of love had sparked between Chrysalis and Scott. He had gone through a lot, put up with an absolute evil bitch. He had even put himself in harm’s way. Bittersweet thoughts. Bittersweet thoughts. The past six months had been...had been fun, but at the expense of others. For him, this stupid, silly monkey, Chrysalis had made exceptions. This confused her.
All because of those damnable magic rings! It had to be their doing!
Love is supposed to be a natural thing, isn’t it?
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked.
Should she tell him? Would he listen? That she was taking advantage of him, having built him up to this moment, when his love for her—false as it may be—was at its peak? The magic would not let him, she was certain. The lie came unbidden, “I’m reflecting on your United Nations,” she kissed him and smiled, “let’s take that shower. I promise it will be worth your while.”
Lies were all too easy for Chrysalis. What was this feeling she was experiencing? It was not the only thing. There were emotions she had felt before, but had little experience herself with. It was an emotion she was not prepared for. Her black heart trembled even as she led her man to the bathroom by hand, swaying her hips, keeping him hypnotized.
What was this feeling?
...guilt?