Well you asked for it and get it you shall!

A Chrysalis and human chronicle with a twist.

For this one will be told in Chrysalis's Point of view, not the human's, and is in the form of four chapters.

Why?

Because Chrysalis is too damn sexy for one measly 8000 worded chronicle (That was the original plan)

So I hope you're all ready for this, because this one may just contain some dark humour.

By the way, Richard has an British accent. Just thought you should know

Anyway, enough stalling.

Begin!

Never Judge A Bug By Her Cover

I was bored.

The thought came to me out of nowhere and yet, it was true.

I was sitting down in the far most corner of Clopping Hooves Tavern, nursing a mug of the swill they call cider whilst simultaneously drinking in the dregs of positive emotion.

…Let me explain that one.

My name is Chrysalis, Queen of the Changeling race…which wasn't much…at all.

In fact it was just me, any other Changeling was either beyond the Equestrian border or…gone, like the rest of my children.

Which makes me the last of my kind.

It's a bit depressing, but not as final as most would believe it to be.

All I have to do is find some clueless stallion, fuck him dry and get enough of his seed to fertilise my eggs.

Which would then knock me up with a few thousand larva, thus repopulating my kind and asserting my rule once again.

Of course I'd probably have to kill him, climax tends to reveal a Changeling's true form and when ponies see it, they normally start screaming for help.

So yeah, flirt, fuck, fertilize and kill.

At least he'd get a happy ending.

But yeah, the emotion draining.

It's another way for a Changeling to both feed and gain strength. Love is the mother of all emotions, especially for my kind. It sustains us and grants us unbelievable amounts of power.

Unfortunately it's also a bit of a drug, and a dangerous one at that.

Love gained through deceptive means is the easiest way to become addicted. And when a changeling becomes addicted to love, they lose touch with their common sense.

I'm ashamed to say it happened to me, even though I always thought myself strong enough to resist the temptation.

However if I managed to gain love through normal means, with no or at least hardly any deception, then I could gain strength, be kept well sustained and my "lover" would be none the wiser.

For a while in any case.

Eventually my excessive draining upon my "lover" would risk them becoming seriously ill, and a vegetable doesn't give out much love, essentially becoming useless to me and a loose end.

Loose ends need to be discarded, and it's nicer to abandon my "lover" then kill them.

Do you hate me yet? Do I disgust you?

I'm well aware that ponies and even some griffons loathe the changeling way of life. But it's our way and it always has been.

A changeling can never be truly loved for who they are. We are repulsive insects that have never had an easy life. So we adapt, we change our form to ones more suitable…we are always changing, we're never the same.

We can't ever risk it.

We are survivors, we work hard to at it. And unless it's feeding us then love holds no place in our heart.

At least…that's what I thought.

Before I met him, I always thought that way. Just like my mother and her mother before her…and so on.

My eyes were shut to so many possibilities, but my Richie opened them.

Perhaps I should get back to the tavern, it's where we met after all.

I was sipping on my cider, draining dregs of emotion and keeping myself to myself, wrapped in a cloak that hid what I looked like, even though I didn't really need to.

My current form was that of a beautiful, tall and slender white unicorn. The mane was a mix of blue and grey, cascading down to my midsection. The cutie mark on my flank was that of a moth, which was as laughable as it was ironic. But what I liked most about this form were the eyes.

Two pools of vibrant green, wide, bright and very mesmerizing if I do say so myself.

I could honestly say in absolute confidence that this form could and would land me any stallion I wanted. Heck if I took off the cloak and strutted down to the bartender, the amount of lust I could drain would increase tenfold.

Even then I was looking at every stallion I could see. A few were incompatible because of sterility, which in turn was becoming a common thing nowadays. The amount of stallions that could actually knock me up were two out of fourteen in the tavern.

One of which was only just stallion enough to get a mare up the duff.

I wondered how the pathetic princess would handle it when Equestria faced its inevitable halt in birthrates.

"Badly, I suspect."

As I was mulling around with my thoughts, my feelers picked up a rather…interesting amount of emotion and information.

The emotion was a white hot sense of irritation and anger, something that is actually quite attractive to a changeling. Love might be the mother, but anger is the big daddy of tasty emotion.

The information I received however was…intriguing.

Whoever was radiating that intoxicating amount of anger, was also the most fertile individual nearby.

And as the tavern door swung open and voices carried in, I found the culprit behind the…rather fantastic news.

But then I saw him…and was reasonably surprised.

The angry being was a tall bipedal creature. He was wearing clothing that was considered beyond the norm for ponies, yet was somehow quite…attractive in a way I suppose. He had a short patch of black hair on the top of his head, if you could call it that. There was barely enough hair to be called hair.

His eyes were smaller than anypony else I'd ever met, comically so actually. Yet their deep blue colour stole the amusement away, along with the rage that seemed to spark behind said orbs.

He didn't have a snout, but rather that of a small…nose, I believe it is called. A muzzle was something he seemed to lack as well, either that or it like his eyes was extraordinarily small. He had some hair around said mouth, black and stubbly, yet at the same time rather animalistic and rough.

The creature didn't have hooves either, but rather strange claw-like appendages, yet without anything sharp enough to be named a claw. I couldn't tell what his hind hooves looked like, if they were hooves at all, because of the strange footwear he wore around them.

Probably as some sort of protection, instead of something fashionable.

The clothing was simple enough. He wore a plain grey top of some kind over his torso, whilst wearing some thick looking material that covered the entirety of his legs.

But what caught most of my attention, you know apart from the nice amount eggs I was planning to lay with his unwitting help, was his voice.

The accent was…unlike anything I'd ever heard before.

Nearly everyone I've ever met has some trace of the same accent in their voice. Sometimes it's drawled and quite…western, while at other times it's fancy and proper.

But they always had a trace of the same accent in their voice, always.

This creature however had no such trace. His accent was very…clear and informative.

It's hard to explain if you can't hear it yourself.

But in any case, he sounded angry and irritated, looked it too. And like I said before, to a changeling, anger is intoxicating and very desirable.

And when it was coming from a very fertile and strangely attractive male…

He walked in through the tavern and headed towards the bar, muttering what I suspect to be curses under his breath.

To my surprise, a familiar looking mare followed him in, tears in her eyes as she cautiously made her way over to him.

Thanks to my changeling hearing, I could easily hear what the mare was trying to say to him.

"Richard please listen to me," she pleaded desperately. "I didn't mean to write it, I promise. You've got to believe me."

"Yeah, I'll have an apple cider mate," Richard told the bartender, ignoring the mare.

The mare stamped her hoof down on the ground angrily and made to grab his right appendage. He reacted to this by slapping the hoof away and glaring down at her furiously.

The anger was so thick in the air that I could barely suppress a purr.

"The only reason you dated me was so you could impress your beloved mentor," he growled bitterly. "You just wanted to show off the fascinating creature you managed to "tame", and I can't believe I ever thought anything different."

"Well…this is getting interesting," I thought amusedly.

The mare was shaking her head as if to rid herself of an annoying mosquito, tears in her eyes as her lips trembled.

"No I didn't" she exclaimed urgently. "I just…didn't correctly write about you in my notes is all."

"Oh piss off Twilight," he snorted dryly. "I saw her reply. She encouraged you to keep up the act so you could keep an eye on me. The only reason you're freaking out is because this is the first time you've failed to meet your mentor's expectations."

He stopped ranting as the bartender came back with his cider, before taking it and passing the stallion a few bits as payment.

"Well here's some news for you," he continued angrily. "I'm not an animal, project or something you can experiment on with your "science". So take your false affections back to Celestia and tell her the both of you can shove it up your ass!"

He shouted the last few words so loudly that the lavender unicorn fled in terror. Everypony had stopped whatever they were doing and were staring at him, something that caused his irritation to increase if my feelers were correct.

They're always correct by the way. I'm a Queen, they're too brilliant not to be.

"What are you all looking at?!" he snarled viciously.

I don't think I've ever seen so many ponies pretend to do something so quickly before.

The male, or Richard as I now knew he was called, began looking around for somewhere to sit. Unfortunately for him there wasn't anywhere, probably because it was a Friday and the tavern tends to pick up around then.

Hey if you're looking for a potentially fertile male, then you've got to know everything about the right place, inside and out.

I cleared my throat loudly as he looked in my direction and waved him over with my right hoof. He hesitated and looked around the tavern once again, but once he realized that there was nowhere else to sit, he sighed and made his way over to me.

I suppose any other pony would feel insulted over his obvious reluctance. But for once in my life, I strangely sympathised with him. We were both unusual creatures that weren't trusted by the populous.

Although mine was my own fault, not that I cared. The prissy princess would never have simply given my children the love they needed without some sort of catch.

Because that's how life always worked. It was a catch, and if you didn't catch it while you could then you would be grounded beneath it and forced to survive through terrible means.

But that was the changeling life. It was how we thrived and with this Richard's help, would thrive again.

Said creature eventually trudged his way over to my table in the corner and sat down opposite me. He didn't speak, choosing instead to merely sipping from his mug and stare off into space.

Strangely enough, for a lack of emotion on his face, my feelers were still drinking down torrents of anger.

"He's quite skilled at hiding behind a mask isn't he," I mused, a tinge of respect flickering through me.

"So…Richard is it?" I asked sweetly, observing his features as they twisted into annoyance briefly before switching back into tranquillity.

"What gave it away?" he retorted sarcastically.

I raised an eyebrow in amusement at his attitude, but acknowledged that he could be a little harder to crack then the average stallion.

"Well the mare crying at you before was a dead giveaway," I answered dryly, a bit too much of my actual personality bleeding into the words.

"Foolish mare! Stay on track and seduce him."

To my surprise however, a small smile wormed its way onto his face.

He actually even turned to look at me.

"Or maybe I should just be myself a little."

"Oh her?" he snorted comically. "She's just Celestia's little lap dog, you know, following orders like a good little pet. She was only crying because she's been a bad girl and won't get any treats."

I am Chrysalis, Queen of the changelings. The most powerful ruler in the badlands. Many fear me and with good reason.

Yet there I was, giggling like a fucking school filly, none of it forced or acted.

But yet again, Richard seemed to like it.

So what was the harm in being myself just a little longer?

I held my hoof out to him, still trying to stifle the occasional giggle that forced its way through my muzzle.

"I'm Chry-Chrissy," I said, stumbling over my true name by accident.

"You're a fucking Queen idiot! Think before you act Chrysalis, your future children are at stake her!"

It's weird, sometimes I hear my mother's voice in my head and not my own. Probably because of the amount of times she repeated the same lines.

Richard grinned at my stammer and held his appendage, what I learned later to be called a hand, out and grasped my hoof firmly yet gently.

"Nice to meet you Chrissy," he drawled wryly. "I'm Richard Tyler, but just call me Richard."

I smirked back and shook his hand, whilst at the same time shaking off my hood deviously, revealing my attractive face to him.

Unlike most stallions however…he didn't flush or show any sign of arousal. I knew it wasn't me, every stallion I seduced found this form attractive. They never lived long enough to fully appreciate it, but it easily got them into bed and under my hoof.

Of course there were a few decades between each stallion. If I did it regularly then others would most likely discover a pattern and lead it back to this form. I could always just switch into another mare from the past, but I'd gotten fond of this one. It was the first form I ever managed to change into after all.

So there was sentiment there.

To be honest it looked kind of like my true self…if my true self was a pony and not covered in black fur.

Or chitinous plating that glowed in the dark.

Or holes that serve no purpose other than to make us even more unattractive and function as a twisted pleasure point. Twisted because no one in their right mind would ever stick anything into it, let alone a tongue or…something else.

Nature's a bitch, but you work with what you've got.

Seeing that my usual attempt at seduction was failing, I decided to move onto another type.

Namely by sympathizing with him, getting him to open up and feel close to me on an emotional level.

Thus leading up to the inevitable pity sex.

I'd only ever done it twice and one of the stallions broke down after he orgasmed. I honestly felt so sorry for him that I wasn't going to gut him.

But then he moved and hit a really delightful spot. I climaxed and changed back, he shouted for help and I shanked him with my horn.

In the eye...both of them.

Well at least he stopped crying.

Anyway!

"Well I hope that mare didn't get you too down," I consoled softly. "I can't even imagine what it's like to be treated like an animal or science project."

He sighed bitterly and stared off into space for a few minutes, either ignoring my "support" or contemplating on what to say about it.

To be honest, I have little trouble when it comes to reading stallions. They tend to have a one track mind, and even the more complicated ones aren't too difficult.

But Richard…he was a bit of a marvel.

He seemed to dislike flirting, so that was off the table.

I couldn't arouse him with my appearance, which was somehow slightly insulting despite it not being my own.

And to top it all off, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

My feelers could pick up emotions, not thoughts. And right then he was a torrent of anger, amusement, enjoyment and irritation.

I'd honestly hoped that he'd be up for a bit of revenge sex, but apparently not.

"Let's try a different tactic," I schemed oh so cleverly.

"So…I don't mean to be rude or anything but what are you?" I asked with some honest curiosity.

Richard seemed to snap out of his daze and regard me with a dry expression.

"You're not going to jot anything down in a notebook are you?" he inquired deprecatingly.

I snorted in amusement but shook my head and rested it on my forehooves, gazing at him inquisitively.

He grinned ever so slightly before putting his half empty mug down on the table and sitting back against the undersized chair.

"Well for starters I'm a human, or Homo-Saipan if you wanna get all technical about it," he began informatively. "I don't really know much about my kind because I honestly never gave a shit. But we're survivors and made our way to the top of the chain by adapting. We've made some pretty good headway with technology and have even got a man on the moon a few times."

I was honestly astonished with all that he said.

And he continued too. Speaking about the human diet, which is a little similar to a griffon's, before regaling me with whatever he could about human history.

You know, for a future snack and sperm donor, he was actually pretty interesting.

His kind sounded similar to my own in some aspects. We were both survivors, we both struggled to make our way out of the bottom, even though changelings were nowhere near the top.

One of the things I did notice, is how lonely his kind sounded. Changelings are linking with the hive mind and even ponies are somewhat linked with magic and friendship.

But humanity was always on its own, every human for themselves.

It was strange how I'd originally gone in with the goal to appear sympathetic with him, only to actually sympathize with him.

I was so caught off my guard that when he stood up and waved goodbye, I barely managed to realize what was happening until it was almost too late.

"W-Wait a second." I asked with some slight urgency.

The human blinked at this and cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.

"What is it?"

…Good question.

You know I've lived for well over two hundred years and I'm probably going to live for two hundred more if I'm lucky. But for the third time that day, I'd said something without thinking it through.

So I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Can I see you again sometime?"

Richard blinked at the request in surprise and merely stared at me for a few moments.

I actually started to sweat…which is impossible for a changeling. But my anxiety had to come through somehow and I was still in my pony form.

Richard suddenly grinned slyly at me and…did a little bow?

"I live in Rosebud Avenue. Number seventeen," he said mirthfully. "Or I will once I rent it out later today. If you want to hang out then swing by sometime, I'll see if I can get some decent cider somewhere."

And with that he was out the door and I was stuck in a momentarily lapse of confusion and amusement.

"Maybe this one will actually be fun," I considered, chuckling dryly.

And that's all for the first chapter!

The next one will be coming ASAP!

If you have any questions then either Pm me or just chuck it in a review

Peace Everypony :D