I haven't even started writing this yet and I already know I'm going to have a lot of fun with it.

Oh man, I can already feel Chrissy about to tear some shit up…more or less :D

Begin!

Negotiation Preper-THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!

(CHRISSY!)

Oh, oh I am about to slap a bitch!

The flirty look coming from the slutty Princess, the smug expression, emotion practically slapping me across the face with the force of a jackhammer as it flowed from her pathetic little lapdog.

Fuck slapping, I'm about ready to KILL a bitch!

The emotions I'd felt from the moment Richie and I had sat down were nauseating. For a supposed powerful being with admittedly beautiful looks, Celestia clearly hadn't gotten any lately and was quite literally emanating emotional drool as she looked ever so nicely at MY MATE!

I'm going to start with the tip of her left wing and slowly work my way up every single fucking feather until she's begging for death.

And never mind what I could feel, what was that in comparison to what she SAID and DID. The bitch actually had the gall, the absolute gall to insinuate that Richard and I were only a fucking phase because we were young, she stank of surety and was just about as condescending as one could possibly be.

and then I'll start with the other one and rip them out one strand at a time, listening and enjoying every single scream.

Even now she was staring at MY Richie with an expression I'd bet all my bits on that no one had seen on her face before. Lust, pure lust and…longing, I could sense longing in her emotions. She longed to…have something from Richard, it wasn't just sex either but also…

My eyes widened as the emotion tickled my feelers, the strength of it forcing me to forcibly deny a sharp intake of air.

She fancies him…she fancies him. She FANCIES HIM, SHE WANTS MY MATE, SHE WANTS MY RICHIE!

Instinct, one that I'd felt before when Richie interacted with other females was now amplified to a number I couldn't begin to count up to. I felt rage, I felt protective, I felt clingy and jealous and hateful, oh how I hated that Princess, that mare, that slut who dared to look at my beloved mate as if he was still available.

…but then it stopped, and as I blinked and looked down at my right hoof I realized why. Richard was holding it, squeezing it affectionately like…a lover, my lover, my mate…to be. I took a deep, silent breath and smiled at my best friend, wishing with all my might that he could feel how grateful I was as easily as I could feel how much he cared for me.

"Are you alright my dear?" Celestia asked, an actual degree of concern flowing from her as she looked at me. "You don't look too well. Richard, Twilight and I still have a few things to talk about but if you want I can organise a guest room for you to go and lie down."

"No thanks," I denied, her attempts to brush me off astoundingly obvious to even a foal. "I'm fine, carry on with whatever else you dragged us here for."

She didn't look any different, but I could feel her annoyance at my continued disrespect. Though it was nothing compared to the apocalyptic rage coming from her pet.

I think she's about to combust, though I must admit she as a great poker face.

"Very well then," the slut continued, turning her gaze back on Richard and lidding her eyes ever so slightly, attraction for him coming off in waves. "Richard, I know that we didn't exactly get off on the right hoof. You were brought to our world by accident, and because of what we found you to be capable of, for the good of Pony-kind I still refuse to help you find a way home."

"Please don't tell me that you asked for us to come here just so you can repeat the same shit to me again," Richard snapped, evidently irritated by Celestia's patronising. "Because if that's the case then Chrissy and I are just going to leave."

Arousal flooded from the mare, enveloping my feelers instantly and causing my eyes to water at the emotional stench of it all. Coming from someone my hate was already so focused on, feeling her arousal was enough to make me want to gag.

She gets turned on when Richard treats her like shit?

This time what she felt was clear to see on her face. Her eyes were gleaming, her face was a touch flush and she was, to my advanced hearing capabilities, lightly panting.

"Do not talk to the Princess like that Richard!" Twilight snapped back, her silence apparently at its limit from both of our disrespect.

Celestia quickly put a hoof on Twilight's shoulder and stroked it comfortingly, her student visibly deflating under it in a matter of seconds. "Calm yourself Twilight, it's okay. Richard is more than welcome to be angry with me for what Luna and I refuse to do." She turned to look back at my love and smiled patiently. "I am sorry Richard, but as I promised you. In two more years the project will be complete and I will have no more need for your weekly samples, and I will do all in my power to find you a way back to your world. Until then, all I want is for us to talk, to get past your dislike of me and perhaps strike up a friendship. Do you not think at all that this is possible, is your heart truly so set in loathing me that it refuses even the idea of saying more than two words a week to me?"

Richard looked at Celestia and cocked an eyebrow, distaste clear on his face as he mulled over her request.

"Apparently I've not been clear enough with you Celestia," he said quietly, standing up and actually walking around the table, the mare's excitement increasing with every step he took. "If I were to be dying in the driest dessert on the hottest day and you were to pass me by, offering water. I would not sip a drop from your cup, but rather spit it back in your face."

He leaned closer to her face and all tried to burn her eyes out with his hate. "So no Celestia. I do not wish to talk with you, I want to go home and…finish some personal business. But seeing that you don't particularly feel inclined to help me do so, I see no need to make any form of small talk with you."

Richard turned his gaze on Twilight and scowled at her, his hate even more intense as he spoke. "As for you, you little fucking sycophant. If I ever catch you spying on Chrissy and myself like you boasted, I will personally beat the ever living shit out you, and I don't care if you're female. Because to me, you'll never be anything more than an apathetic monster with no feelings, no friends, and no life beyond being Celestia's bitch."

Satisfied with their silent gaping, Richard sneer at the both of them and walked back over to me and grabbed a scone, before sitting back down and nibbling at it. He appeared unbothered by his little rant, but I could feel the anger flowing from him, the sheer effort he was using to not get back up and deck the both of them.

I honestly don't think I've ever been so wet.

Celestia, from the feel of it was thinking the same thing. I could actually smell the musk permeating the room, a sharp tangy scent that burned my nostrils. Richard, bless him didn't seem to have the same heightened senses that I did, and so it completely went over his head…and nose.

Unfortunately, the almost dripping Princess slipped back into her smiling persona and the musk suddenly seemed to evaporate…almost like magic. "Well…I'm sorry you feel that way with us Richard. But I'm not going to give up on you, I understand your anger but as I've come to learn in my long years, anger is an emotion that burns out eventually."

She stood up and trotted over to us, my instinct flaring up again as she neared, screaming at me to change back and rip her throat out. "And I will be there when it does, but until then I wish you a good night Richard Tyler." And before I could so much as blink, the mare moved forward and kissed my lover on the cheek.

It wasn't a quick peck either, but a long, drawn out kiss that lasted three seconds and…AND LEFT LIPSTICK ON HIS…

Richard was quite literally stunned by her action, unable to act as she stroked the other side of his face and smiled amorously.

I however was not.

"GET OFF MY MATE YOU CUMSUCKING WHORSE!"

I had moved before a thought could even begin to form, driven by instinct as I lifted a hoof and punched the royal mare as hard as I could in the face. There was an audible crack as she hit the floor, though whether it was a bone or the floor itself I didn't know, I didn't care. I jumped on top of the mare and had railed on her for all of about five glorious, fantastic seconds before I felt strong arms pulling me away from her.

I was aware that I was hissing and snarling like a demon possessed, but I didn't give a rats fucking backside. All I wanted was to put the slowly standing mare back on the floor and then bury her six feet under.

"Guards, guards!" Twilight began to shout, only to stop as Celestia put a hoof in the air for silence and looked at me, right at me…and SMILED!

LET ME AT HER, I'LL RIP HER PRETTY LITTLE TEETH OUT AND FORCE THEM UP HER SNATCH!

"I apologize Richard," she said shakily, rubbing her bleeding snout and flaring her horn to life, the blood stopping quickly although the bruising remained. "I did not realize that your…lover would take offense from a friendly act. I won't do it again. But if you could please leave the palace, I would appreciate it greatly."

Richard stared at the Princess for a few more moments then all but dragged me out of the room, out of the palace and all the way back to the train station. It was only when he pulled me inside and we actually sat down in one that I felt my bloodlust beginning to fade away…and fear start to take its place.

"Richie?" I said quietly, tentatively looking at my boyfriend and attempting to get a feel of his emotions…but failing when I realized that my own were blocking them from feeling anything other than inward reactions.

My boyfriend didn't answer me, choosing instead to look at his hands and close them into fists.

"Richie…I…I'm sorry," I continued, frightened by his own continued silence. "I didn't mean for you to see me like that, I'm sorry if I frightened you but I…I couldn't stop myself."

Finally, after what felt forever he looked at me with an unreadable expression, a rarity for me but an entirely unwelcome one at that moment.

"Richie please talk to me, I'm-"

Before I could so much as utter a further apology for scaring him, he took my face in his hands and kissed me so passionately that I felt my unicorn mirage flicker for the briefest of moments. But then it was over and he was looking at me with such passion, such love and lust and desire in his eyes that I found myself panting in excitement.

"Frightened me? Chrissy that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life," he said, breathing heavily as he moved back in for another go, his tongue barging into my muzzle and forcing my own to respond out of instinct. I felt his hand trail down my stomach and stroke my sex, the torturous wait it'd been put through all day giving him plenty of slick movement to stick his middle finger inside and start the torture anew.

"You should feel ashamed, punishing me like that," he growled, his tongue licking my right ear before he ducked down and began to lick my-

"Oh fuck, Richie!" I was panting, moaning from the unexpected but completely welcome assault. I'd never been so thankful that it was both late and that the train was completely empty save for the sleeping Pegasus two chairs ahead of us. "My mate…my mate, take me, mate me please!"

"Not yet, not today," he chuckled, teasing me as he gently nibbled my clit and twisted his fingers, the other hand coming down and spanking me hard. "I'm not ready yet, but I'll make it up to you in a few seconds."

Indeed, as he promised I could feel a powerful, neglected orgasm fighting its way through me, my eyes already tearing up from sheer emotion as it-

"No, w-wait Richie!" I hissed, whispering quietly, fighting against it as I tried to push him away. "We can't, not here. I'll change back."

His eyes flickering with understanding, my lover picked me up and pulled me into the tiniest fucking train toilet I'd ever been in. Not that I cared, as his hands left my sex, my teats and picked me up, kissing me roughly as he began to spank me over and over and over-

"MHMMMMMM!"

I screamed through our kissing as the greatest cum I'd had in my entire life ripped through me. My mirage vanished as I changed back and began thrashing about as liquid dripped from me like a leaky tap. The entire cum lasted for at least forty seconds before I felt it start to calm down.

"…baby," I panted, opening my eyes and looking at my proud looking male with sheer adoration. "My arse is sore as fuck, but I love you so much right now, I cannot even begin to describe it." I narrowed my eyes and pushed him against the door, his own widening in surprise as I held his hands above his head. "And every good thing deserves another…so here's what I'm going to do."

I leaned close and licked his lips, moaning sensually to excite him. Then before he could try to kiss me back, I lowered my muzzle down to his jeans and unlocked them with my teeth, surprising myself a little at how easy it was. Looking back up, I grinned, my fangs on full display. "I'm going to take you in my muzzle and drive you right to the brink, and then when you're about to cum I'll stop. Then I'll do it again, and again, and again. And I will only let you finish when we reach our destination…in about an hour."

His eyes widened at my verbal promise, but I spoke before he could say a damn thing. "And although this sounds like torture, I promise that when I finally swallow all that load, you'll never be able to have anything, or anyone make you feel so fucking good again…except for ME."

And so, smirking devilishly at his light panting, I opened my muzzle and took the entire thing in one go, smirking becoming a smile as he moaned loudly.

Delicious…

Well that's me done for a bit, I hope you enjoyed it…and the raunchy stuff. Literotica is fantastic for those who wish to practice their smexy writing skills.

Ha, never mind eh. Till next time, snuggles.