Well here we are again, chapter two. As of this moment this story has 135 likes and 20 dislikes, to those have disliked it could I perhaps trouble you to explain why? If there's a problem with grammar or whatnot and it's caused to you dislike it then I would certainly wish to know.
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Now then! Onto the second chapter, it starts off in a bit of a prologue seeing as Richard hasn't had a POV at all yet, but I hope you enjoy it friends, I certainly will!
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Richard POV
My name is Richard Tyler, I'm twenty three years old and for such an admittedly young guy, I have to admit that my life is already way too fucking full of shit. I mean let me start from the top, my mother left me and my sister Emily when I was thirteen, I was chucked in an orphanage and then separated from my sister. From then on out I joined a rather nasty street gang and partook in all the usual shite you'd expect, mugging, burglary and I've even killed a guy.
Do I sound like I'm bragging, because I'm not. Apart from the killing, of which I did to a pathetic little rat who chose to rape Emily when she was fourteen, I'm actually pretty damn ashamed of my younger self. But when I took Emily back into my life, I changed myself for the better. I took night classes to gain a better education, I had two jobs, I had a house, I had a godamned fucking life!
And then she was taken from me…suicide, because I was too thick to realize that my love alone hadn't helped her move on like I had. Because I was to fucking full of myself to realize that despite my better vocabulary, my money, my house and bloated pride…that Emily was still hurting badly from what that creep of a stepfather had done to her.
Emily died because of me…and I was pulled from my world and into another before I could even say a proper goodbye. I was on my way to her funeral…a tiny little thing with only myself and a few buddies who like me had moved on past the old gang and thought to better ourselves…I was on my way, but Twilight Sparkle, the pet bitch of Celestia had accidently picked me up and plopped me slap bang in her library.
She stole me from Emily…and I never told her. No, I let self-pity and disgust for myself drive my actions, I let myself fall into a truly twisted relationship with a fucking pony. Kissing, feeling each other up, moans and groans and delightful sounds, anything I could use to run away from the pain that followed me like a shadow.
But then I learned that even that was a ruse, used to keep me in Equestria, the world I had been sucked into. You see there's a really messed up problem with the guys here, none of them can put a bun in a mare's oven. And so Twilight, in her brilliance decided to say 'Hey, why don't you spunk in a cup and see what comes up, what's the worst that can happen?'.
You wanna know what happened, I'll tell you. My juice is like nectar of the gods for their little 'save the species' project. I don't know how, and to be fair I don't care to know. But for some ungodly reason my samples are saving Equestria from dying out, but they need to have constant top ups so I go to the Princesses castle once a week, every week and whack off in a cup for them.
I didn't want to at first, in fact when they refused to help me go back to Earth I all but weaved every curse word into a couple of sentences and yelled at them. But then Twilight came in and 'saved me' from my little rebellion…and for some reason I still don't understand I let her.
Grief maybe…or maybe I just needed an outlet. Thank fuck I didn't actually fuck her; I really don't want to know what she would have done when I left her if I had. Because like I said, whatever we had was nothing more than a way to keep me on Celestia's leash. But I found out, and I left that purple bitch crying like a child who'd been denied a cookie.
And do you know what, I felt no shame in doing so. No one controls me, no one!
…But as I came to find out, there was a little light shining in the dark.
I first met Chrissy in a tavern literally right after I broke up with Twilight. The mare looked…different back then, pretty in her own way but not really attractive to me. To be completely honest I've yet to meet a pony who could pull my eyes on their appearance.
But as some people tend to figure out, there's more to beauty then how someone looks. Chrissy's personality was second to none. She was feisty, sarcastic and honestly quite brilliant in her own way. She took no shit from anyone, she stuck up for me even when I felt I didn't need it…she befriended me, and as of now I'm not ashamed to admit that I was so lonely before I met her.
We hit off right from the start, the both of us were so similar in a way beyond our personalities but I couldn't quite understand why. But I do now…
Chrissy's real name is Chrysalis, and she isn't really a unicorn, that's just a mirage. Chrysalis is a Changeling Queen, a species that looks like slightly like a pony if not for their various bodily holes, cat-like eyes, fangs and incredibly sexy voice that overlaps itself.
She revealed her true self to me so many months after we'd first met, almost a year in fact. I'll admit that when she did so I was beyond shocked, I thought that the 'creature' had somehow teleported in my friend's place…and I called it, her a monster. The so called monster soothed my fears and explained ever so calmly that she was in fact my friend…my rock, my Chrissy.
The only girl in existence I had ever loved beyond a familial way. And that night…we kissed for the first time, and I felt happy, truly happy. She also blew me like a pro, but that doesn't sound quite as romantic does it.
But now that I know what she is, I can't deny that I have questions for her. Questions that even after a night and morning dancing away, I still feel a burning need to ask.
And so when we woke up later that afternoon…I did.
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I had left Chrissy snoozing on my bed, the thought of which made me smile as I flicked the kettle on. It was bizarre for me to be drinking tea at all to be perfectly honest, I kind of prefer cider no matter the hour.
Ah, the comforts of living on your own.
But then Chrissy had entered my life and for some funny reason, I felt a strange desire to make a cup of tea.
Wait, when did I buy teabags? Did Chrissy buy some…do I have milk in the fridge?
I did, thankfully. And so I poured a cup and took it back into my bedroom, smiling once more as I watched a snoozing Chrissy kick her left hind leg, a rather happy grin on her muzzle as she did so. It was only as I went to take a sip that the gorgeous mare opened her eyes and breathed deeply through her snout.
"Mhmm…is that tea?" she asked tiredly, yawning as she more or less forced herself to lean on her forehooves, smiling at me. "And you're drinking it? Richard you hate hot drinks."
I blinked and looked down at the steaming concoction in realization, as if I hadn't quite figured out that it was indeed a hot drink. "Oh…yeah, I um…don't know why I made it to be honest."
Chrissy cocked a weary eyebrow at me before grinning and shuffling over onto my lap. Her horn lit up and the hot cup was effortlessly plucked from my grip and down to her muzzle.
"Mhmm, this is very nice Richie," she purred, practically moaning as she took a sip. "You made it just the way I like it, thank you."
"No…problem," I replied, shaking my head quickly before a headache came on. "I take it you slept alright, how are your hooves?"
"Sore," she deadpanned, scrunching her muzzle up in minute irritation before sighing and smiling up at me. "But It's fine, I enjoyed our little-long dance…I really did mean it when I said it was the best I'd ever felt."
I leaned down and laid a kiss on her lips, surprising the mare for all of a second before she returned it lovingly. "Hehe, what was that for love?" she asked, giggling cutely at my flushed cheeks. I couldn't help it, she's a really damn good kisser. I literally felt my dick twitch every time she so much as pouted, so kissing her was akin to cloud nine on the pleasure scale.
And she knew it.
"That was for putting up with my enthusiasm yesterday," I explained, tapping her snout playfully. "And also because of how beautiful you look right now." To my complete surprise it was Chrissy whose cheeks were flush this time, a rarity for a mare whose cheek complexion never seemed to change.
"If I couldn't feel your honesty then I would deny your words," she said quietly, small smile on her muzzle as she looked down at her tea.
I cupped her cheek and gently brought her back up, looking right at her exotic yet undeniably alluring eyes as I rubbed my thumb over it affectionately. "You," I intoned softly. "Are the most gorgeous looking creature I have ever laid my eyes upon. And every time you doubt that, I'll do exactly what I'm doing now. I'll put my hand on your cheek, I'll call you gorgeous and then I'll kiss you like this."
I retook her lips with an ease I didn't know I had, being entirely new to the concept of it all. But still I did it. Our lips moved against the over so easily, her feminine moaning so quiet, so arousing and attractive to my ears that I deepened our kiss even further, adding my tongue and gasping as her longer, alien one wrapped around mine and touched parts I didn't know could feel-
"OW, FUCKING HELL!"
The sensation of something burning, namely the unclothed, unprotected skin on my right thigh forced me to push Chrissy away and clutch at it in agony.
"Sorry Richie, I'm so sorry!" Chrissy's apologized frantically. "I lost my concentration and dropped it, I'm sorry!"
"It's fine, it's fine!"
It wasn't fine, some of it had spilled onto my boys and H.O.L.Y shit, that most certainly did NOT tickle.
"Here, move your hands and let me lick it."
"What?"
"My saliva can heal, remember? Now shush!"
Butttt then again, maybe it wasn't so bad. I definitely thought so as her tongue left my thigh and began to venture north.
"Chrissy are you sure that I can't just use soMEEEEE ICE!"
I didn't need any ice.
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Once I had been healed, I'd put on a pair of boxers much to Chrissy's disappointment, and had changed the bottom sheet the tea had spilled onto. As of that moment, Chrissy was reading a book that had come with some of Celestia's 'gifts' for my fucking obedience. However, as I made to turn around, I caught the name of the author on the book.
Chrissy Love Bug.
"Did you write that book?" I asked, the answer becoming clear as she grinned cheekily and put it to one side, winking secretively.
"Yep, it's one of the many ways I managed to afford that overpriced hotel I stay at," she replied, smirking at my surprise. "I must have forgotten to mention I wrote it…and a few others, my mistake."
I had no idea she'd written a book before; what else don't I know?
It was weird how suddenly it hit me…that although we'd been friends for nearly a year there was still a lot I didn't know about my lover, not including the fact that she'd only recently revealed what she really was to me.
"I don't suppose now's a bad time to ask you a few questions?"
Chrissy cocked an eyebrow at my request and smirked slyly. "Why, have I done something wrong detective? I can promise that I really am a good girl deep down."
"You're a bad girl through and through Chrissy," I chuckled, leaning over and quickly kissing the top of her muzzle. "And I wouldn't have it any other way, but seriously I am wondering about a few things."
Smiling, Chrissy put the book down on the bedside table and shuffled the minute distance over to me before putting herself in a sitting position. "I figured you'd have a few questions you'd want to ask at some point," she said, her tone somewhat nervous. "But I've kept some secrets from you before and I don't plan to do it again now, so ask away honey."
"Okay then, well for starters…" I thought hard on what to ask her, there were so many questions I had and to be honest a few of them I was nervous about having the answer. "I was wondering how old you are; I mean you've mentioned being centuries old before but I…I guess I just wanna know."
Instead of smiling, she seemed to become even more nervous. "Well…I didn't think; I mean I hoped it didn't matter overly much to you-"
"It doesn't," I cut across, happy as this seemed to please her. "Age is just a number to me, I'm just a bit curious."
"O-Oh, okay then," she breathed, smiling once more. "Well if you really want to know, I'm two hundred and thirty one years old…more or less, I kind of lost track of it after I turned two hundred and four so there could be a year or so difference either way, but I'm fairly sure it's around that number."
I'm not shy in admitting that her age surprised me, humans can live to over a hundred but barely manage to scrape seventy sometimes.
"Wow…that's quite a life you've had," I said, slightly stunned but at the same time okay with it. "You're looking quite good for your age, by the way."
She grinned and crossed her forelegs on my lap. "Changeling's don't age on the outside, we age internally at a fairly slow rate. When we're born we only remain foal-like for around a year or so before we grow…rapidly. Speech and mannerisms are known to us though our hive mind, so we don't really need a form of education like the majority of the world seems to have since what we know is passed down through the generations of those who came before us, whatever else we do learn is done independently, that's how we can still have new ideas from learners and inventors."
Chrissy chuckled as I quickly took it all in…and rubbed my head as I gradually came around to understanding it. "So what you're saying is…you're like insects?"
She cocked an eyebrow at me incredulously. "My appearance didn't give it away? We're akin to insects in that we have certain characteristics like our wings and a hive mind yes, but we're still warm blooded like any other mammal. To be honest I'm not sure if we're a hybrid of pony and moth, or simply someone's twisted experiment gone horribly wrong, but I am what I am and I'm proud of it. We're the great survivors of Equestria…or we were, once. It's just me now."
I frowned at the familiar words, certain that she'd sais as much before but I, for some reason hadn't acted on it. "You're the last of your kind?"
"Yes," she said, voice tired and sad. "All my children died in my foolish invasion, I'm all that's left."
"And you're certain there's no one else out there?"
She shook her head. "No one that I can sense, and if they're beyond Equestria then they'd want nothing to do with me anyhow, I'm not their Queen."
"There are more of you?" I asked, honestly surprised at the revelation.
"There are other hives yes, but unless I birthed them they are not of my kind." She looked at my expression and either felt my confusion or read it from my face. "When I say my kind, I always mean those that I birthed. I am the last Changeling here, but elsewhere there are others."
"Then why not visit them, even if they aren't your children they're still Changelings and-"
"Because they would try their best to kill me!" she cut across, her angry words silencing me effectively. "I am a rival Queen and they would see my 'visit' as an invasion, an attempt to assassinate their own Queen and assimilate them to myself, to become my kind, my species. No foreign Changeling would stand for it. So no I can't just pop over for a visit, next question please!"
I winced at the hurt and rage in her voice, the way her eyes seemed to be glaring right through me, guilt flooding me as I realized that I was the cause of it.
But as she always seemed to do, Chrissy knew what I was feeling and sighed, seemingly forcing the anger off of her before reaching up with her muzzle and kissing the underside of my jaw, nuzzling it gently. "I'm sorry baby, it was a touchy question. I didn't mean to act like that."
"Sorry sugar, I should have known."
"You had no way of knowing…ask your next one, I'm okay." As if to emphasise this, she moved her head back down and manoeuvred herself so that her head was resting against my stomach, her right hoof stroking my legs lovingly.
We weren't able to look at each other unless she purposefully looked up, but to be honest I felt fine with her leaning against me like that. And as I placed my hand on her soft chitinous plating, I felt a wave of protectiveness flow through me…as if holding her like that was the right thing to do. And even though I'm certain that she's perfectly capable of overpowering me through her magic, her happy sighs made it clear that she felt that way too.
Even if she's the one usually protecting me.
"Why do you love me?"
…the question slipped through my lips before I could stop it, raw emotion being the cause. Chrissy stiffened in my hold, evidently surprised at the question before she leaned back and kissed my stomach affectionately.
"Why do you ask?" she uttered softly, nuzzling my belly as she did so.
Good question…
"I…don't know," I replied, confused as to why I did ask her it. "I guess I just…want to know. I know it's not a male thing to do, but-"
A green glow gently wrapped around my lips and shut them, stopping the rest of my rambling before it vanished just as quickly as it came.
"Richard," her voice as she said my name was…the most loving I think I'd ever heard it, it honest to god made my stomach feel a bit tingly. "It's not a female thing to express what your feel, it's a Changeling thing, a Pony thing, a Human…thing. I want you to promise that you won't let yourself feel ashamed whenever you want to have a little heart-to-heart with me, okay?"
I felt a bit stunned at the strength in her voice, the certainty that she was completely right in what she was asking of me. But then…she was right.
"Okay," I said, leaning down and kissing the top of her muzzle. "I promise."
"Good," she said, evidently happy. "As to why I love you…that's simple. I love you because you're Richard Tyler. I love you because you care about me, the real me. You didn't judge me based on my appearance when I showed you my true self. You held me, you kissed me, you loved me, you accepted me."
She moved up off of my stomach and took my face in her hooves, looking right at me with those beautiful eyes of hers.
"If I'm your rock then you're mine too. When I came to Canterlot the only thing I cared about was my own survival, but that changed when I met you. You befriended me, you took me out and showed me that life is more than just surviving…it's about enjoying it to the fullest, and every day since I met you I've tried my best to do just that."
"I won't deny that I'm a little addicted to you, to your love for me. But I care about you for more than just that. I care about you because I want to make you happy, I want to keep you safe, I want you to wake up in my hold every morning and know that it's where you belong. When I wake up with you, it's all I can think about."
Her tender gaze suddenly turned dark, her eyes lidding in a sultry manner as she quickly licked her lips. "But there are other things I love about you too. I know a few days ago when I left to go back to the hotel that you couldn't keep your mind off of me, even though you don't really find my unicorn shape all that pleasing to look at, I could sense your arousal all the way from my hotel room. And now, knowing that my true form excites you so badly makes it so difficult to not fuck you into a drooling mess here and now."
"Oh?" I can't deny that my male pride took a nice boost upwards…along with my male tool, but I chose to ignore that. "I really turn you on that much, huh?"
Chrissy nodded at my words and glanced down at the tent I was pitching, her smile widening happily. "Yes, really." She kissed the tip of my nose and gave it a playful lick. "You're very attractive to me, silly male. I love you, I'll always love you and nothing will ever change that." And as if she wanted to really drive home just how much she did, Chrissy pulled my head to hers and kissed me deeply, her familiar alien tongue flicking around my own tongue and teeth as she moaned excitedly.
Eventually though I figured out that I still needed that glorious substance known as air, and as if she'd heard what I was thinking, Chrissy began to slow our make-out session down and eventually pulled away, a proud look in her eyes as she watched me struggle to contain my own excitement and, well you know, breathe.
"Does that answer your question Richard?" she asked, her tail casually brushing against my boxers as she smiled at me, almost innocently. "Or do you need another…demonstration?"
I had many more questions that I wanted to ask her, quite a few more in fact. But sadly I was suffering from second head syndrome and most of my blood had flooded south.
"I wouldn't mind another one or two…or five," I said, grinning cheekily as she giggled and moved forward, her forelegs easing around my neck as she shimmied her rump directly atop my boxers and made herself very comfortable.
"I know you're not ready to mate just yet," she purred, deliberately moving her arse one way and then another with every few words she spoke. "But…I'm up for a little love proving, maybe you'll return the favour?"
"You can count on it." I kissed the side of her neck and nibbled on it a tad roughly, before lifting my hand in the air and giving her backside a good slap.
"OH!" her eyes widened momentarily, only to quickly darken as she took my mouth roughly, giggling as she pulled me closer. "Mhmm, Richie!"
I figured I could ask afterwards, unfortunately our little session was ruined by the sound of the doorbell ringing.
"Fucking hell!" I snarled, making to go and answer it. Chrissy however had other plans as she pulled me back and grinded on my clothed dick, quickly dampening them.
"Forget it Richie," she pleaded, turning my head and kissing, panting and hissing in a very arousing way. "Stay with me, you haven't even touched me and I'm so close." I instinctively bucked up against her and found myself staring at how fucking sexy she looked moaning and panting on me. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm going to-"
The doorbell rang again, followed up by a series of loud knocking and a voice calling. "Mr Tyler, this is the Royal Guard. We have orders from Princess Celestia to bring you to the palace-"
I didn't need to feel emotions to know that Chrissy was thoroughly pissed off. Yelling in frustration, the fucked off mare changed into her unicorn mirage, opened the curtains next to the window and nearly tore it off its hinges as she opened it, looking down at the guard.
"Oi, dickhead!" she shouted, practically spitting as she spoke. "I was three seconds from having the best cum in years, so fuck off before I tear your horn off and use it as a fucking dildo!" She waited a few more seconds for a response that never came, before she moved her head back inside and shut the window, turning around quickly and staring at me, her barrel heaving as her eyes twitched.
"Now then, let's-"
The doorbell rang again and I was forced to shield my eyes as a green jet of light flew from her horn and smashed through the window, the intensity and sheer power coming from it making my breath catch in my throat.
"WHAT?!" she screamed, her anger and frustration…kind of turning me on. "He's not going with you, so FUCK O-"
"Princess Celestia requests that both Mr Tyler and Miss Chrissy come to the palace," the guard, male by the sound of it spoke rapidly, evidently unnerved by my lover's power.
Her angry stance weakened slightly as she heard this, and I took the moment to come over and pop my own head out the window. There were only three guards below, one of them female and the other's male. All were looking up at Chrissy uneasily, as if waiting for another blast of magic to fly from her horn.
"Why does she want both of us?" I asked, not as frustrated as Chrissy…but still pretty damned frustrated.
The female looked at the other two and shrugged, before answering. "We don't know sir, we were just requested to assist the both of you catch the train to the upper level of the city, that's all we know. I…apologize for interrupting."
Before I could answer, Chrissy pulled me back into the room and kissed me sensually for several moments, before pulling away and licking my nose. "That's a promise for later."
"We're going?" I asked, curious as to her sudden change of heart.
"I have a few questions I want to ask the fat flanked fuck, not limited to her awful attempt to blackmail me the other day."
Suddenly interested myself, I nodded and kissed her with as much sensuality as she did me. "Me too, and that is me agreeing to later, I owe you a happy ending."
Grinning like a loon at my words, Chrissy stuck her head back out the window. "Fine, give us half an hour to get ready."
"Half an hour, excuse me ma'am but I must insist we go now," replied a rough, if somewhat nasally male voice.
"Oh okay then," Chrissy agreed, much to my surprise. "I'll just grab my boyfriend, who just so happens to be covered in my fun juice, and we'll walk down to the train. Come on Richie, I'm sure the guard can explain to whoever we pass why you're a bit sticky and smell like a salt lick-"
"Okay, you have ten minutes' ma'am!" shouted the female guard.
"Thank you dear, see you in fifteen!" Chrissy sang back, giggling at my amused expression before looking at the shattered glass around us and smiling at me guiltily. "Um, sorry about the window. I'll pay for someone to fix it when we get back."
"You can't fix it with magic?"
She rolled her eyes and walked over to me. "Magic can't do everything Richie. Now come on, let's have a nice long twenty minute shower, just to make sure we clean all of myself off of you."
"No fun time?" I asked, grinning.
"Later, I promise it'll be worth it."
The shower, while lacking in sexy time was still quite nice when it came to cleaning my lover. But unfortunately it passed all too quickly, and before I knew it I was standing in the Royal Palace, waiting with a surprisingly patient looking Chrissy for us to be admitted to the usual meeting room Celestia used in her many varied attempts to partake in conversation after I jacked off in a cup.
I think I've said all of about a hundred words to her.
The door opened and to my surprise and utter dismay, it was not Celestia's voice that called us in but one far worse.
"Hello Richard."
The first thing I noticed walking in was the large form of Princess Celestia. Unfortunately, it was the one sitting next to the alabaster princess that caught my attention straight after. The last pony, hell, person I ever wanted to see again.
"Twilight," I said through gritted teeth, my anger with the mare still so strong. But as I felt a presence brush against myself, I remembered quickly that I wasn't alone this time, and that gave me strength.
"Silly little girl, so predictable," Chrissy tutted mockingly, her eyes flashing in subtle hatred as she turned her gaze onto the Alicorn beside her, her body actually trembling with fury. "And Princess Celestia, so sorry for not bowing. Where are my manners. Oh yes, I must have left them back at the hotel, you know, the one where your loyal pet here gave me your letter. I do apologize for not sending one back, but I simply couldn't seem to find the right words to say."
Celestia opened her muzzle to speak but was cut off when Chrissy spat, as in actually spat all the way across the table and on her crown.
"There, I think that's everything I need to say about the letter," Chrissy said, sneering at the complete look of shock on both Celestia's and Twilight's faces. She looked back at me and grinned, before patting the chair next to her and sitting down. "Come on then Richard, sit down. I want to hear just what it is that our esteemed ruler has to say."
Fighting not to laugh at her audacity, I complied and sat down on the chair beside her, watching as the Princess pulled herself together and used her magic to wipe away Chrissy's spit.
"Twilight," she began, her voice as perfectly calm and motherly as ever. "If you would ask the guard outside to send for refreshments. I have a feeling that we're going to be talking for a little longer than I first suspected."
I cocked an eyebrow in curiosity and glanced as Chrissy, said mare watching the Princess with an expression of distaste on her face.
This should be fun…
