“Well then. Who might you be? And why the hell are you in my home?” I asked the pony.

“You!” He pointed a hoof at me. “You killed all my friends!”

*Ah, I did leave pony alive then, let’s start an act.* “Uuuuh. Dude. I didn’t kill anyone.” I stare at him confusedly. He glares back at me.

“Don’t play tricks on me! Bug! Call your demons off so I can avenge my friends!” Penny snaps at his outstretched hoof. Luckily for him, he reeled back just time to avoid being bit.

“Not gonna happen.” I responded. “For a few reasons; One, I don’t who you are. Two, I haven’t killed any of your supposed friends… Wait...” I feigned realization. “This is from the allegations, isn’t it? You’re the pony who made those accusations?” The last question was an actual assumption. In case you missed that.

“Yes! I am! What’s it to you!?” He shouted. Earning more threatening growls from my dogs.

His admission also kinda gave me an idea.

“What’s it to me?! You’ve made my life fucking hell!” I snap falsely. “Paparazzi trying to get a fucking picture of me for any fucking reason. Ponies avoiding me ‘cause they think I’m a changeling! You have no fucking idea how much hell you’ve put me through!” I angrily pointed a finger at him. He recoils, regret etched on his face. But it only last a brief few seconds. Since his glare returns with vigor.

“Don’t you lie to me!” He shouted back. “I know you’re nothing more than a bucking bug! A bucking murderer! Life stealer!”

“Alright, listen kid.” I said a little bit tiredly. “It’s fucking three in the morning or some shit. And you're obviously some little boy lost in his own world.” I hold back a chuckle. “And while that’s nice for you and all. You still made my life harder than what it already was; being a human n’ all. And I feel bad for your mother-”

“What are you saying about my mom!?” The pony snapped. There were red lines starting to form on his eyes.

“I’m not saying anything. I’m just saying I feel bad for her. To have a son so deluded in his own little world.” I snap my fingers and his muzzle is wrapped in duct tape. “And that’s to keep you from saying anything more idiotic.” A few surprised muffled words came from the pony. Surprise that quickly dissolved into anger. “I’m taking you to you mother. I’m sure she proud of her son right now.” His eyes grew to the size of saucers when I said that.

“Y-you’re serious?” He whimpered through his closed muzzle.

“Yes! Someone needs to teach you a lesson! If you’re going to travel how knows how long to exact whatever fucking revenge for someone killing your friends… You’re actually a fucking idiot.” I hold up my hand and put lift the pony into the air. I then whistle, getting my dog's attention. “Follow.” They instantly flank my side like the loyal companions they are. Even though they growl ever so subtly at the pony. I take him down to town hall, find the nearest police pony, tell him what happened, hand the other pony over to the officer for whatever they do after a criminal’s turned in.

Of course, I made sure to keep my act up and told the officer to let the pony’s mother know what he’s been doing. He better hope he ends up in jail.

“Ember, what happened?” A very groggy, maybe angry, Chrysi asked.

“Someone broke into the house. What time is it?”

“Oh… Uh, it’s four. Why?”

“Goin’ back to bed.” I said. “If anyone asks, I’m sleeping. Don’t let anyone disturb me. K?”

“Alright...” She said. Probably very confused as to why I was acting the way I did. I didn't have the capacity to care. It was early in the morning. And I think it’s already known that I don’t like mornings all too well.

“Alright...” Jeez… Ember really doesn’t like mornings…

Meh, too bad for him. Mornings are great in my opinion.

“Morning Spark.”

“Good morning Chrysanthemum.”

“Morning Max.”

“Good morning Chrys.” Max calling me that made me freeze in place.

“... What?”

“What?” He asked. “The nickname? I thought it would be alright with you.”

“Oh… It is. I just never heard a nickname like that before.” Max smiles. It's a little unsettling… How did Ember make them able to do that? Shouldn’t metal, I don’t know, not bend like rubber?

“Well get used to it then.” He said, still smiling. “Because that’s what I’m going to call you from now on.”

“Alright.” I shrug, it really doesn’t bother. Ember did give me a long name. Speaking of…

No! Don’t think about that. Just because he named you after a flower doesn’t mean he likes us, a lot.

… But…

No! No buts! If he really did like you that way, then he would’ve told us or done something by now! Besides! Remember when he told you he can’t like anyone, or anypony as he said it, that way because of some biological thing stuck in his head?

A sigh leaves my lips. Of course, I do understand. From what he told me. Humans are the only species that talk on their world. I just wish he wasn’t… well, not him specifically. I just wish his… brain or whatever, didn’t work that way.

… But… If doesn’t like ponies of changelings like that, as we are, anyway. Maybe he’ll like a more… human version of me?

Oh~ Mother… Why didn’t think of this before!? I'll surprise him so much with this!

Now… how human do I have to be..? Hmm… Oh! I can go to one of Ember’s friends!

Wait… Aren’t they on vacation or something? Hmm… Maybe I can ask Spark for help...

Ah, that was a great fucking nap. Could it even be called a nap?

Eh… I’ll call it a nap.

Grumble

… I didn’t have breakfast. Fuck me, might as well have lunch now!

“Hey guys, what did I miss?” I ask as soon as I much leave my room.

“Oh, nothing much.” I heard Chrysi answer from the living room. “Well, nothing at all really.”

“Alright, gonna make myself some lunch.”

“Ooh~ can I have some of whatever you’re making?” She asked as I heard her get up from the sofa. I didn't notice it at first, having gotten used to hear two pairs of hooves click-clack against wood. But, this time, I only heard one pair. I thought Spark was messing with me. Maybe even Max, I did put a voice changer in his voice box.

“Max, or Spark, if you’re fucking with me-” I turn around just as I hear either Max or Spark round the corner. The words died in my throat when I laid eyes upon who entered the kitchen.

“What the fuu...” And a few mental processes crashed and burned as well. All the food and dish items held in my magic clattered and splattered to the floor. I was that taken at what I was looking at.

“What were you going to make?” It… she… Chrysi? Asked. As if nothing is out of the ordinary.

“... Wha… Chrysi..?” I blubbered.

“Yes, that’s the name you gave me. What?”

“You… you... ”

“Oh! Like the new look?” She turned to the side and stuck a pose. Showing her… shapely, curvy, voluptuous, body.

Her… She looked almost exactly like a woman. I can’t… her face. I…

Alright let’s take a step back here. Chrysi apparently changed her body to look as human as possible;

She kept her head mostly the same, her muzzle, eyes, and horn are smaller than usual. Not weirdly so, but just enough to make her look like an anthro. A human bug anthro at least, and not some eldritch abomination.

Her new chest pillows looked like they were double-d’s. Followed by a flat stomach, child-bearing hips, and pleasingly thick thighs that lead to glossy, but holey, legs and clawed feet. Same can be said for arms and hands.

All-in-all. She looked like a fucking succubus portrayed in movies. Except her skin was black chitin, she still possessed transparent wings, and she still has holes on her arms and legs. She was down-right sexy as all hell.

“... Ch-chrysi?” I say once I manage to find my voice. “What… Why… What!?” I spluttered. I shake my head to make sure I’m not hallucinating. Ok, Chrysi really does look like an anthro. Ok, I’m going crazy.

Ok. Ok. Fucking… ok. Alright. I’m ok now.

“Are you alright Ember?” Chrysi asked. She walked up to me and put a clawed hand on my shoulder. I stared at her hand blankly before I answered.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said. “Just… why? Why did you… make yourself look more human?” Her cheeks tinged a little grey when I asked that.

“Well… I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. A-and… At first I wasn’t sure. But...” She fidgeted in place a little. “I… I like you. More than just friends.” Her blush expanded to cover her cheeks entirely. It took me a few seconds, since I was still kinda numb from her new looks. But my artificial brain eventually processed what the human-bug confessed.

To say it was a shock to the system was the understatement of the century.

“Ok… let me get this straight,” I said. “you changed your body, and confess your love for me? All in the space of less than three minutes?” She nodded shyly. “Alright, I just have one question left. Why the sudden confession? Why make it so sudden?”

“...” She looked around, clearly embarrassed.

“... I… don’t know...” She finally answered. “I guess I just wanted to be sure.”

“Alright, you’re sure you really feel this way... about me...” Thoughts started flying through my head miles a second.

I thought about how long Chrysi might’ve been thinking about this.

I thought about any sings Chrysi might’ve given me.

I thought about how oblivious I was to them if she did send me something.

I especially thought about her changing her body to look as human as possible. There’s no doubt in my mind she decided to do that to make herself more attractive to me. And I do remember telling her about my kind, as human beings, naturally not finding her pony body attractive. Mostly because of some ancient reproduction mentality that’s ingrained in every human brain.

It basically goes like this: If it’s not human in shape, if there’s no tits, no child-baring hips, you don’t fuck it, because it will not get pregnant.

Or some shit like that. Can’t exactly remember the specifics.

So, when that came to mind. It became clear how much Chrysi was in love with me.

I also reflected on our relationship. And I came to a realization, after some more thought, that… I liked her as well.

I mean, think about it. Chrysi was my first real friend in this world, not including Ruby since the gem didn’t speak for a while after I met, and saved, Chrysi. We are kind of both in the same boat as far as how we are seen by the majority. I.e. Ponies and changelings. And humans vs. Anthros.

But that’s besides the point. I know that, deep down inside, I actually had feelings for the bug-pony.

“Eeeeeeemmmmmber. Helloooo~ Are you in there?” Chysi was waving a hand in front of my face when I came back into reality.

“Uh… yeah.” I said. “Uh, let’s go somewhere more private.” She nodded and the both of us walked down to my room. I quickly cast a soundproof spell around my room. “Alright, I’ll be honest, until now I never really gave what’s happened between us any thought. Because I am dense like that.” I added the last part when her face fell. “And that’s why I spaced out earlier.”

“Oh, Ok...” She said glumly.

“You see… The reason I spaced out was… Well, my mind was running miles a minute at that point.” I went on. “Basically, I kind of thought about us in that little span of time.” She looked at me skeptically.

“Really? You only took five minutes.”

“Trust me, that was all the time I needed to be sure of myself that I… also have feelings for you too.”

…

How come whenever I say shit like this it never sounds right to me. Honestly, I sound like I’m blubbering words out.

“Oh… Ok… I understand...” Chrsyi said. She nodded sadly and turned to leave my room. I raised an eyebrow while she took one step away from me, then paused.

I waited no more than three seconds when Chrysi realized I said the exact opposite of what she was expecting. She spun on her heel. There were tears that, I assumed were from dejection. There was a wide grin on her face, so I guess now they’re tears of joy.

“Really!?” She brought her hands in closed fists up to her chest, in that way every girl does when they’re super excited.

And she did a few little hops. Hehe, jiggly boobles. Oh, she has nipps, didn’t notice that. Thought she’d have them blank since with all the chitin and stuff. But, no, they’re bouncing up and down and side to side like the Double-D-cup tits they are.

“You’re serious!?” I nodded and she jumped onto me, effectively giving me a full body hug. Her glossy smooth breasts pressed up to my chest. “Thank you...” She choked. My shoulder felt wet also. “I… you have no idea how happy you’ve made me.” I roll my eyes and hug her back. Her glossy black chitin, which was usually cold to the touch, emanated warmth.

“Oh, I have a few ideas.” I smile. She pulls herself from the hug slightly just enough to make eye contact.

“What?” The holes on her arms shrunk a lot since she hugged. Huh, I must be feeding her that well.

“Well, this wouldn’t be the first time I’d be dating someone.” I admit honestly.

“Oh. I see...” Her ears, which I just notice were still equine, and sticking out on top her head, folded back. And her head dropped a little. “I’m not your first...” I roll my eyes in an exasperated way.

“Chrysi, I’m a thirty three year old man who survived the third largest world war in the twenty first century on my planet. You really think I wouldn't get ‘action’ at any point?”

“Well… when you put it like that… no.” She meekly answered.

“But, there is something that I can definitely say separates you from the others I’ve dated.” I brought her head back up by her chin. Man, this is gonna be mushy.

“What is that?” She asked. A glint of something in her reptilian eyes.

“You’re the first person who really, truly wanted to be with me.” I said, and she was a little confused about that. “Most of the time, guys and girls would just go out with me to get back at someone else or fucking petty shit like that. Apparently people thought I was a good person to cheat on someone else with.” Chrysi beamed at the clarification. “Plus,” I add. “You’re also the first bug-po-human I’m dating.” That earned me a slight swat on the cheek.

“You jerk!” She laughed. I mimic her smile.

“Hey, it’s true.” I said. She was about to say something else. But I decided that, if the both of us are going to be an item, we might as well started acting like it. So I brought my lips to hers into a passionate kiss.

“Mm!” She yelped through a muffled voice. “Mmm...” She relaxed a second later and returned the kiss. She even tilted her head a bit to bring the kiss a little deeper.

This also gave the both of us an opportunity to explore each other's mouths. And by god did we get into it. Pretty soon we were pressing our bodies closer to each other as our battle of lips intensified. It was at this point our hands traced along our bodies, and I also found at the human changeling has a long tongue, and that she’s a better french kisser than me.

I wonder how quick she could tie a cherry stem into a knot…

Anyway, with me losing the face battle. I grabbed her by the ass and gently pinned her up against the basement wall. Of course, I was mindful enough to let her transparent wings adjust.

I saw the wings twitch a little, and a devious idea formed in my head. I slowly brought my hands up from her curvy ass, tracing them up her back, this elicited a couple appreciative moans from the bug-human. And I soon reached the little nubs that mark the joint were her wings meet her back. A little squeeze made Chrysi squeak cutely in surprise, also confirming my theory.

I began gently squeezing and massaging the little bumps, essentially giving her the changeling equivalent of a wing massage. Something only partners did to each other. It was an act of trust and commitment back on Earth. It meant if someone let you do this to their wings. You had their complete trust; their wings were quite literally in your hands. Anything you do to them can please your partner and strengthened your relationship, or completely destroy it.

And since wings are appendages some people hold on the same level as genitals, it was a huge step in any relationship. I wonder if it’s the same from pegasi and anyone with wings here…

“Mmmmm...” Chrysi moaned as I kept rubbing the bases of her wings. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist. The only thing keeping her from falling was the pressure I maintained, keeping her pinned against the wall. I quickly switched from the wing massage to simply holding onto her ass.

“MMuagh...” She brought her head back from the kiss, a string of saliva hanging from our lips. “More...” She panted. “Please, more...” She begged.

“Ask,” I said, and then gently laid her onto my bed. “and you shall receive.” I crawled on top of her, and locked lips with her again. This time I broke away, and started kissing my way down her chest and lower belly. I paused a little at her bust, and latched onto one of her nipples. While I kneaded and pinched the other.

“Ah!” She yelped. “Oh~ so this is what it feels like...” She commented.

~She’s a little chatty.~

*Shut up Ruby. Don’t make this awkward for me.*