Well I did promise a longer one, so here it is. I've struggled with what exactly to make this chapter about, because I want to prolong the story a lot more. But then it occurred to me that I still can, and I know just the way to do it.
So yeah, this is going to be an important chapter. I hope you lot read it all, because it's going to affect the rest of the story in a big way.
Begin!
Letting Go
Chrissy POV
I felt awful. My body was hot all over, aching and sore. My head was pounding from the repeated cries within to find, to hold, to bite, to mate. I never knew that holding back would make me feel so terrible, that being the good girlfriend and waiting for my love to be ready would cause me such pain.
It's for Richard…it's all for him, he's worth it and so much more.
I'd tried to hide it from Richard…but he knew something was really wrong with me, I could sense his worry and fear for me. It made me want to hold him and tell him that I was okay, that he didn't need to worry. Then I'd kiss him, and love him, and bite him, and-
I grasped my head with my hooves and hissed in pain as I forced the instinct back. It was like trying to push a tidal wave away with your bare hooves, but somehow I managed…though with a lot more effort required then before.
Richard was out getting some shopping done. I'd forced him to go out, I needed to think without smelling his scent all the time, and even though I still can, it's not as strong nor as painful to ignore as it would be if he there beside me.
Groaning in pain, I forced myself out of his bed and began to slowly stumble my way over to the bathroom. I used my hooves to turn the tap on and began to splash my face with the cold liquid, almost crying in relief as my temperature cooled down slightly. Looking up, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and frowned at a new hole in my hair.
It makes sense, given that I'm forcing myself not to feed on his love for me anymore.
I had to stop feeding on his love, every time I got so much as a light taste I could feel my instincts racing to the surface, demanding that I seize this amazing source of food and force it to mate with me.
The downside to resisting my instincts however was that my body had reacted viciously and was trying to force me to eat it once more…and because I was fighting against it, my body was slowly shutting down.
A Changeling couldn't feast on love for so long and then suddenly stop without consequences…fatal consequences. But I loved Richard more than my wish to rush him just to help me. I would rather wait until he was ready, even if I was almost dead because of it.
I loved him too much to do otherwise.
Hah…to think that I'd let myself die for another. Where's Queen Chrysalis now…mother would kill me herself for what I'm doing.
The door slamming shut downstairs was a clear sign that he was home. I turned off the tap and tried to rush back to bed, but only made it a few steps before collapsing on the floor and whimpering in pain. I felt so pathetic, so tired and weak…but there wasn't anything I could do about it.
Richard, evidently hearing the thud of me falling down had rushed up the stairs and come to find me struggling to get up.
"Chrissy what happened?!" he cried, running over and picking me up in a bridal position. I pushed my head against his chest weakly and smiled at the warmth he gave off.
"M'sorry Richie…" I whispered, too tired to speak any louder. "Just a bit worn-out…can you tuck me back into bed?"
I winced at the pain my feelers picked up, the helplessness…and then the resolve of a man who loved his mate. One who carried her over to his bed and ever so gently tucked her back into it. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, stroking my forehead and frowning at the heat it gave off.
"Chrissy what's happening to you?" he asked, concern flowing from him like a wave of emotion. "You've been like this for days."
"S'nothing," I mumbled, fighting to keep my eyes open. "Just feeling…a little bit under the…weather."
A tear…then two hit my face, followed swiftly by a strong feeling of hurt, pain, sadness. I forced myself to look at his face, frowning as I saw a tear trail down his cheek.
"Hey, don't cry baby," I said quietly, weakly lifting a hoof and wiping them away. "I'm fine…I'll get better."
"No you won't," he replied, voice torn and hurt. "I'm not an idiot Chrissy, don't take me for one."
"I don't," I urged, struggling to keep my hoof on his face as his affection and love pushed against my mental walls. "I'm just…I'm just a bit…"
"Tell me the truth, please!" he pleaded, holding my hoof to his face as his own hand caressed my cheek. "You promised no more secrets, I know something bad is happening to you. Tell me!"
Unable to resist the hurt in his emotions, I closed my eyes briefly before opening them and gazing gently into his deep blue.
"I've stopped feeding on your love for me," I explained wearily, so tired… "Whenever I drain it, I'm fighting with myself not to forcibly mate with you, and change you against your will."
"And it's making you ill?" he asked quietly.
"It's killing me, Richard," I confessed, breathing deeply as I fought off the entirety of his love battering against my defences. "With every day that passes without your love, I grow weaker. It's never happened to any Queen before me and I…I don't know what to do."
He stared at me aghast at what I'd told him, before blinking rapidly and moving closer, emotions smashing into my walls without end. "Then take it, take it all!" he begged, my walls beginning to crumble as his love for me increased. "I don't care what you do to me, I won't let you die!"
"No…" I refused, trying and failing to push him away.
"It's because you haven't changed me yet isn't it? Then bite me damn it, bite me!" He forced his neck against my muzzle, forcing my instincts to flare up immediately, crying for me to do as he asked and bite him, claim him, have him for life.
"Richard no!" I cried, twisting my muzzle away and shaking from the sheer effort to do so. "Don't make me do this."
"Please!" he pleaded, tears falling down his face one after the other. "This is killing you!"
"I refuse to…change you," I could barely speak, the pounding in my head was intensely powerful. "I won't…force you…to be like me."
Tears began to fall from the effort, the pain I felt, he felt.
"It's not forcing if I want it," he said softly, holding my face and forcing me to look into his eyes. "I want this, even if I'm not ready for any of this, because I won't let it kill you. I would sacrifice myself a hundred times over if it kept you alive and safe. In comparison this…this is a small price in return for saving you."
"Richard…"
"Chrissy you are everything to me," he whispered, his emotions so clear to see, to taste, to feel. "Yes, it scares me, changing. Making love to you scares me too, because my virginity is all I have left of me that's innocent."
"Baby…I don't understand," I said wearily, unable to connect the dots in my state.
He looked away, staring out of the window and into the night sky. Richard stayed that way for a few minutes, and I waited, breathing deeply and fighting to keep his love out of my body.
"Emily was so innocent Chrissy," he finally said, tears afresh in his eyes. "I was anything but innocent. I hurt people, I stole, I even killed a man. But I never slept around with anyone, I couldn't, I wouldn't let myself throw that tiny innocent part of me away. And now that she's gone…if I lose it now then I think I'll lose her too. I lose that innocence, I let her go…and I don't know if I can do that."
I…I understood, I understood why he was so reluctant, why the silent anguish I felt every time he held me close after a bit of fun was there at all. Richard felt so corrupted and ruined that he'd clung onto the only bit of his virtue he had left at all. That he had connected that virtue with his deceased sister was tragic, and sadly made a lot of sense if he saw her as his redemption.
"Richard," I intoned softly, gazing at him with all the love I could muster. "You are a wonderful, beautiful man, and I love you will all that I am. But you're wrong, you're so wrong about this. When my children died, my beautiful, innocent children, I felt all of me die with them. I was walking and talking but inside I was gone, going through the motions…and then I met you.
"I met you, and for the first time since my babies died, I felt alive! You made me feel so alive and happy and oh…so in love I could barely stand it, and I felt ashamed for feeling like that, for feeling alive when my children were gone. But I realized one night, that night you took care of me after we skated, that it was okay to let go, to move on and be happy, because my children loved me and they wanted me to be happy."
I took his face in my hooves, straining from the exertion as I looked into his eyes and tried to make him see.
"Richard, my love. Do you think that Emily would want you to cling onto her like this, to use her memory as a crutch to stave off the pain of letting go?"
"I…I don't…" He looked down at me, pain so clear that all I wanted to do was hold him to me and shush it away with all the love I could give. But I didn't, he had to understand just how damaging his sister's memory was to him…I had to protect him from it, but I couldn't do it myself, he had to decide.
"Honey, I didn't know your sister and so I can't say with certainty that she would want you to let her go…but if she's as innocent and wonderful as you've portrayed her to be, then I believe that she would."
"How can I just…forget her?" he asked, voice breaking with sorrow.
I let go a soft hush and stroked his cheek soothingly. "You don't forget her, Richard," I said tenderly. "You keep her memory with you and hold it close to your heart, but you can't let the hurt and pain that comes with it continue to control your life. You have to let it go, or it'll kill you."
He looked at me with those beautiful sad eyes, so blue, so emotional and filled with tears that refused to fall. And then he took his hands from me and wiped them away, before looking back at me and hitting me with a wave of love so strong, so vast that it crashed through my mental defences and flooded me with sustenance…and I let it, I couldn't fight it anymore.
I could feel it…I could feel Richard's silent, small but gradual acceptance.
My body instantly began to heal itself. The hot temperature, the frailty, the hunger. All of it began to slowly disappear…and I felt strong again, my reserves flooding back to life as they began to supply me with love stored long ago.
I took a nice, long breath and smiled happily at my lover, who though sad and remorseful…smiled happily back at me.
"You look better already," he commented uncertainly, smiling crookedly before I sat up and kissed him lovingly.
"I'm healing now," I soothed, stroking his face. "I'll be much better by tomorrow, I promise."
My instincts didn't flare up, they didn't scream at me to bite, to mate…because they knew, I knew by his words, his emotions…that it was going to happen, and it was going to happen very soon.
He had finally made his decision.
"Chrissy," he spoke my name with such affection I felt myself swoon. "What do you say to me cooking the both of us up a nice meal before we…well."
My eyes widened as his intent became known, my feelers picking up his finality.
"Before we make love," I murmured softly, overwhelmed by the sheer intake of love I was sampling. "Don't be afraid to say it, it's a lovely phrase…and I've never really made love with anyone before. So yes, I'd love to have a home cooked meal with my boyfriend before we do so, it sounds lovely."
And very romantic…
He smiled at me and pulled me to him once more, holding me in an embrace that felt so protective, so safe, I couldn't stop myself from relishing within it.
"I love you," I said, sighing happily as another wave of affection filled me to the brim.
"I love you too," he replied, kissing my neck and shoulder, happiness so strong as I giggled and nuzzled him affectionately.
This was it, this was going to happen. Finally, my lover, my best friend and I were going to mate…and be bound together for life.
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Still stumbling somewhat as my body continued to swiftly recover, Richard went downstairs to cook as I went into his shower to clean myself of the sweat I'd built up over the course of the day. I couldn't help but smile the entire wash, I felt so happy that we were finally going to make love…and kind of shy about it too.
It'll be fantastic, but Richard might need a helping hoof or two later down the road. Then again he caught onto foreplay quickly enough so maybe he will the real thing too.
After the shower, I slowly walked down the stairs, feeling weak still and not wanting to risk tripping over and ruining what was sure to be a fantastic night. Walking into the kitchen, I was greeted to a funny sight of Richard cursing up a storm as he held his apparently burnt finger.
"Fucking little piece of hot shite, burning me like a little bitch you fucked up little ratbag-"
"Nice vocabulary you have their hon," I cooed, grinning as he turned around and looked at me in surprise. I walked over to him and took his burnt finger gently with my magic, before placing it in my muzzle and giving it a nice slow lick. "There, all better now."
I smiled as he took his finger back and smiled at me somewhat shyly, his arousal quite obvious. I made sure as I turned around to brush my tush against his jeans, letting go a quiet moan before I winked back up at him and swayed out of there slowly…
…
"Fucking hell," I heard him whisper, frustration and excitement intermixing intensely.
Guess he still finds me sexy then.
Grinning like an idiot, I sat down at his somewhat small dining table and smiled as I noticed a glass of red wine already there for me. I took it and frowned, checking it with my magic for any poisons, any magical tampering, anything at all…and came up with nothing but red wine.
Couldn't blame myself for being careful, I had just come out of a rather nasty near-death experience. But it wasn't the first and likely wouldn't be the last, I guess I was kind of jaded about them at that point.
Two centuries of near starvation can do that to a girl.
Richard walked in ten minutes or so later, carrying a pot of something that smelled delicious. He put it down and went back into the kitchen, before coming back out again and placing a bowl down at both his and my side of the table.
He put some of the concoction into my bowl and then put some into his, sitting down after and smiling over at me uncertainly.
Aww, he's nervous.
I looked down at the interesting meal and took a good sniff, smiling when the all too familiar smell of carbonara tickled my senses. I didn't need to eat food, but it didn't mean that I didn't enjoy it.
A few minutes into the meal and Richard hadn't said a word, nervous emotions flying at me gradually. I put my fork down and smiled at him, reaching over the small table and placing my hoof atop his left hand. He looked at me, seemingly startled but swiftly grateful as his smile seemed to say.
"Relax Richie, it's going to be okay," I soothed, wishing he could feel what I did for him.
"I know," he replied quickly, evidently not as okay as he thought.
"Do you?"
He smiled somewhat sheepishly but nodded all the same. "I know it's stupid being nervous about this, but I've never...I mean I don't know what to-" I used my magic to gently place his lips together, stopping his rambling before I let them go and gave his hand another squeeze.
"Don't worry about it Richard," I spoke gently, lidding my eyes with affection to soothe him further. "When we mate, you won't be doing much other than lying back and enjoying the sensations I give you. So please relax, I'll take good care of you."
Blushing slightly, he gave me a loving if not shy smile and went back to eating his pasta.
I've never seen him so shy before, oh it's adorable!
Eventually we both finished the brilliant meal and I was gently guiding Richard back up the stairs and into his bedroom. He was still nervous, but really I didn't blame him. It was his first time however and I planned to make it an experience he would never, ever forget.
I kicked the door shut behind us and stalked forward towards him, deliberately lidding my eyes with all the love I felt as I softly pushed him onto his bed and climbed atop him, wrapping all my hooves around him in a tight yet comfortable grip, my tush on his legs.
Before his nerves could affect him further, I laid a gentle, loving kiss upon his lips, moving against them with as much affection and tenderness I could. Pulling back, I smiled proudly at his darker eyes, his deeper breathing, the way his body began to shake ever so slightly in excitement.
As much as it hurt to think about it in that moment, I did have a lot of experience to help make his, our night the best of our lives.
Nuzzling his nose affectionately, I began to slowly remove his top, pulling it over his head and throwing it to one side before I started to pepper his chest with slow kisses, enjoying the quiet noises he made as I kissed a nipple. Moving down to his stomach, I laid a deep kiss on his abs before unlocking my grip and gently pushing him onto his back. Moving back even further, I used a tiny bit of magic to unlock his jeans before slowly pulling them down with my teeth, my eyes on his own the entire time and lidded sultrily.
Left with only his pants, I smiled and licked his arousal through the material, smile widening with pride as he let out a low moan. Kissing through his underwear, I took my time in slowly biting down on the fabric before gradually pulling it down and giggling as his member sprang free and bopped me on the snout.
"You look very tasty Richie," I purred, enjoying the lust and love combo meal he was giving me. "I think I'll have a sample or two before moving onto the main course."
Not giving him any time to reply, I breathed in the musky male scent of his cock before giving it a long, loving lick. His hips bucked upwards and I laughed, unable to stop myself as I enjoyed the feeling of power I had over him. Grinning, I took the head of his exotic tool in my muzzle and swirled my tongue around it, enjoying the salty taste it gave me almost as much as the loud moan he gave off.
He's pretty good at foreplay, but I've had decades to master the art. He's practically putty in my muzzle, how delightful!
It didn't take much longer until his hips began bucking, a sign that he was about to finish all too obvious for me to realize.
"Mhmm, are you going to cum baby?" I purred, stroking his dick with my right hoof and smirking as my words only seemed to make his end come faster. "Silly male, barely a few minutes and you can't stop yourself from blowing it all inside me. Oh well, can't be helped I suppose. Gone on then, cum for me Richie, cum!"
He bucked and clenched the covers with his fists for a few more moments until he gasped and spoke. "Oh fuck, Chrissy I can't stop it!" he moaned, bucking his hips and groaning as I licked the tip.
Smiling, I suckled on the head of his cock and closed my eyes in satisfaction as he gave into my technique and blew his load inside my muzzle, spurting eight or nine times before his release slowed into a dribble.
As usual he tasted like a salt lick, which for my kind was quite a treat, ponies too I suppose.
After a few more moments swallowing, I gave his cock a few licks and covered it in a special kind of chemical, smiling as it took effect quickly, his arousal even harder than before. Crawling up to him, I laid down on his chest and gave him a deep kiss, tongue flicking against his own with ease before I slowed down and sat up, looking down at him lovingly.
"Richard…I'm going to start the change now," I spoke softly, stroking his face and smiling as he too, smiled at me. "I'll numb your neck with a few licks and then I'll bite, it won't hurt you I promise. I'd never hurt you."
"I know you wouldn't," he said, still panting from the orgasm I'd given him. "I trust you."
Blinking back the sting in my eyes, I moved forward and nuzzled his nose in a show of deep love and affection before moving down and giving him a slow kiss on the lips. "You'll feel very strange, but it won't really begin to change you until after we've mated. That's how it works, fluids from me enter you through our mating and mix with the venom, thus starting a chain reaction that will…change you."
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"As long as you still love me afterwards, I'm not frightened of what this will do to me," he finally admitted, kissing me chastely and filling my feelers with trust and tender affection.
"I will never stop loving you Richard Tyler," I promised, ears folded back as I fought off a blush. "Not once, not ever."
He smiled…and bared his neck to me, twisting it to one side.
My instincts flared the moment he did so, but my love for him tempered the urge to just bite him. Instead, I slowly moved down and nuzzled the skin soothingly, before giving it three short licks in succession and waiting a few moments for the numbing to take effect. A slight movement from Richard told me that it had done it a minute or so later…and so I bared my fangs, slowly filling the small pockets hidden above my teeth with venom.
I leaned down, pressed them into his skin…and began to inject it into his system.
True to my word, Richard gave off no feeling of pain or hurt. He felt nervous and a bit uneasy, but I soothed both with my left hoof as I stroked his chest lovingly, calming him and smiling internally as it worked. And but a few minutes later, the venom pockets were empty and I could sense all of it inside Richard's bloodstream, useless for only a few more moments.
Withdrawing my fangs from his neck, I gave it a gentle lick and smiled as the two pebble sized holes closed up.
"It's done," I crooned, so happy as I felt him take my forehooves and grasp them tenderly.
"I don't feel any different, you were right," he mused, leaning up and kissing me before I could say anything. I relished in it, enjoying the sensation of pure, complete love that I had previously tried to deny.
Words weren't needed as I manoeuvred myself above his ready member. I looked at him once more, as if waiting for confirmation…but I didn't need it, his smile was all I needed to see before I gently pressed myself down and gradually over his arousal.
True to my earlier promise, Richard didn't have to do anything, nay I made it to he couldn't do anything. His hands were pressed down on his bed, my forehooves being held by them as I slowly moved up and down on his cock.
And I could feel him…and he…he could feel-
"Chrissy, I…I feel strange," he panted, a worried gleam in his eyes as they slowly changed from blue to light green, iris thinning into one of draconic like. "I think the change is starting."
"Shhh," I soothed, kissing him lightly as we continued to mate. "I want you to relax for me Richard. Just let it happen, it'll be okay…I promise." Instinctively, I let loose a burst of pheromones to help him calm down and smiled as I felt his nervousness lessen considerably.
He looked at me with his new eyes and nodded, visibly relaxing in my hold and smiling as I nuzzled, nuzzling me back as new instincts took him over.
I knew through instinct that he was about to cum, and so I quickened my movements, timing it perfectly as I moved down and kissed him deeply, his finish immediately causing my own to occur so strongly I felt my lower half go pleasantly numb. He held onto me as we both rode out our respective orgasms, smiling against my muzzle and nuzzling it as we parted, a loving show of affection for Changelings.
And now he must sleep to finish the change.
Knowing the curiosity of my lover would keep this from happening, I moved back to his lips and claimed them, before breathing a vapour of Changeling sedative directly into his body.
"Chrissy, what are…you d…do…ing…"
He was out like a light in mere moments.
"Sorry Richie, but you'd never go to sleep otherwise," I apologized, stroking his cheek softly as I gazed down at him. "We'll talk in the morning, I promise."
With no need to say anything more, I laid down upon his chest and breathed in the scent of my mate.
My mate for life…
I'd originally planned to give this another chapter before letting the two of them do this, but when I thought about what comes next, it made more sense for them to be mated.
After all, it hurts most when love is taken…especially when you're at your happiest.
Oops, spoilers!
