Six months is a long time to be with some people. To say this has been the toughest stretch of my life would be like saying having a shark chewing on your leg is going to hurt. I can’t say anyone else could have ever had quite the experience I’ve had. This little adventure I went through was against my will. Everything had been against my will from the beginning, but we’ll get to that. For now, I’m taking a breath and giving myself a chance to reflect. I need it. My life has intertwined in every conceivable way with a woman. She is a cold woman, a cruel Jezebelle. Selfish and vain, driven by a lust for power, this woman was a succubus and a monster. Yet I have loved her every minute.

Such is the life of a fool.

You see, I was cursed...or blessed with unwavering love for her. It was not something of my doing, nor was it something within her control. A living embodiment of love entwined our souls together, making us one. We were wedded against our wills, forced to love each other through means beyond my understanding. I hate her, I love her. I don’t want to be anywhere near her, yet I am always compelled to follow in her footsteps. The rings we wear and can’t take off burn if we stray too far from each other. They never leave marks.

I know glimpses of her dark mind, how she teases and leads on those who let their dicks do all the talking. She is a difficult woman to love. I can’t not love her. Some would say she is impossible to love. Yet I have to love her.

I have no choice.

Have you seen the ass on her? It's nice and round, but toned like a woman who goes to the gym a lot. It’s an in-between derriere, perfect and enticing every time she moves.

It takes nothing away from the rest of her. Every inch of her is pure sex appeal. Those curves. Every inch of her body is filled out to perfection. Every soft angle is pleasing to my eyes and my fingers ache to touch her flesh. She knows it and she flaunts herself without shame. This woman—she is not human—figured out people in shorter time than it took for her to relearn her magic. Her mind is as amazing as her body.

Too bad it’s twisted more than a bag of pretzels.

Six months I travelled with her. Her temper was short from the first day, but she learned early not to do harm upon me. We are intertwined. We are one, even if we both hate it. We can’t hate each other. The magic won’t allow for it. The love used was strong and emotional. Love is our binding. Love is our prison.

Princess Cadence is not a pony you want to piss off. All I did was write a dumb story that had ponies having an audience with her slapping her ass while they voiced their concerns. I thought it was funny. My audience thought it was funny, for the most part. It was a stupid collection of words and it destroyed my life. Luna destroyed my front door. I haven’t seen my house since then. I hear a garage had been added to the house. I miss my house.

Princess Celestia has been good to her word. Every debt I have ever had was paid off in full. There is a bank account in my name with mind boggling compensation at my disposal. My freedom is restricted and as for Chrysalis...

We feel each other’s emotions. I know when she is hurting and she knows when I am in pain. Sometimes, she’s in my head. Other times, I’m in hers. In between, we’re busy trying to keep each other out. Most of the time, I’m afraid if I open my mind, I’ll feel her thoughts and the things she wants to do to me. The magic makes me love her and I can’t stop it. I have been her conduit and her rock on this world.

At least, I used to be. Things changed in our journey. She still treats me like shit, but there is a sense she does somewhat care about me. The world’s governments have tried to accommodate her demands. Organizations and fringe groups have tried to take Chrysalis for themselves or outright kill her. Through it all, she has shown her dark, monstrous side along with remarkable restraint.

Now, I just want to go home. What we have gone through, I hope is coming to an end.

The writer saved his journal entry and closed the application. He pulled up Google Docs, this one holding the latest chapter of his latest story. It was almost done, the editing going through the final touches. His editor chatted with him for a little bit, asking some questions and clarifying a couple of confusing points in the story. Corrections were made. During all of this, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. They on occasion slid down whenever he had his head bent down for an extended period of time.

The whole time, he could feel her eyes upon him. He could feel her hunger. His mind could at this point pick up the little things, the little flags that told him what she was planning to do. Given what was going to happen today, there was very little doubt she was hungry. There was little he could do to stop her. By now, he was used to her feeding. True, her human form needed sustenance for her flesh and blood, but her magic needed recharging, for lack of a better word. Even with having a body of bone and muscle, Chrysalis was still at her core a magical creature.

The chapter was deemed complete. It was moved from one page to a waiting page on FimFiction with a simple file transfer. The laptop flashed for a moment and it was done in milliseconds. Last touch-ups were needed and the writer tried to concentrate on his work. Progress was saved between minor last minute edits.

The mind caught the movement before his other senses did. It was mealtime. The woman who was not a woman moved like a stalking lioness, her eyes fixated upon her prey.

Chrysalis snaked her arms around his neck and shoulders, resting her chin on top of his head. He was writing and she peered with curious eyes at the screen of his laptop. Muscles stiffened for a moment when her fingertips lighted upon his chest. A moment of hesitation and a pang hung for a moment before she tightened her grip. His heart rate rose as his fingers froze in their work on the keyboard. Pressing her nails into his skin, she drew them over his shirt, raising her head over his until her breasts pillowed the back of his head. Her hands made circles as she hummed. Tilting her head, she bent down and pressed her lips against the curve of his ear with the lightest of touches. Her teal hair cascaded over her shoulder as she made her small movements. Her tongue flicked out and tickled his earlobe. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, her touch electric.

Scott rolled his eyes. Here we go. More of her bullshit.

“What were you writing?” she breathed as her firm and supple breasts rubbed against the back of his head through her shirt. It was easy to tell she was not wearing a bra. She never wore bras. Too restrictive, she had once proclaimed. Now she jiggled everywhere. It was very distracting.

“Words,” came the terse reply.

“About me?” Circles were being drawn on his shirt with a finger. Her touch was teasing as her warm breath tickled his cheek.

He paused, tilting his head into the twins behind him, aware she was messing with him again. Her scent was driving him crazy, as usual, but he thought he could resist her this time. “About you. About me. About everything. I’m surprised you let me go this long without bugging me about it.”

“I’ve made your life miserable, haven’t I?” Her hands ceased their ministrations and made limp curls. “I’ve been a bad girl.” His eyes went to the ring on her finger. The one with which he wore its twin. Both rings had ruined his life. Wedding bands forged in the fires of hell and gifted from Lovebutt herself.

“You’re an evil bitch.” His words felt empty.

A shameless chuckle thrummed from her throat. “I am what I am.”.

The man sighed, again pushing his glasses back with his middle finger.“Where’s Star?”

“She went to get a mocha. There was one of those trendy coffee shops at the street corner. What was it called?” Her voice was sweet and inviting. A hand began to move south, her head sliding forward and down. The other hand came back and rested on his shoulder. A warm cheek pressed into his and she turned, the tip of her nose rubbing against his skin.

For the length of a breath, he held his, bewildered by her movements. Why was she doing this? This had to be another one of her sick jokes. His hand grabbed her southbound arm at the wrist and held it fast. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a warning.

“I want to please my husband. Isn’t that one of the duties of a good wife?” She retreated her hand, shifting tactics and entwining her fingers with his. Her other hand drifted off as she pressed more of her chest into his back and neck. Her weight shifted as she adjusted her stance. Her skin continued its contact and stimulation against the side of his face, her eyes having never left their target.

“Damn it, Chrys, since when have you considered yourself as my wife? You’ve hated the idea. You always have. I recall you even telling me once the very idea of being married to a talking monkey to be just like having a simpleton diamond dog as a butler.” He was speaking through gritted teeth. Of course, she was playing him. It was a game to her, as it always had been since the beginning. Scott did nothing to stop her ministrations. I’m an idiot.

“Scar,” she purred, using part of his pen name. She had always said it sounded better than his birth name. “Scar, dear, we’ve had several months to get to know each other. I think it’s alright to be intimate. Wouldn’t you agree?” The tip of her tongue flicked out, brushing the top of his ear. She moved in and nibbled at it.

His emotions were mixed. A voice in the back of his mind screamed she was tricking him. Past experience told him she was leading him on. Again. The result would be the same as it always had been. Six months of torture and he still could not resist. Her scent was toxic and he wanted nothing more than to inhale more and more of it. The man turned his head towards her, tightening his grip on the woman’s hand. He could make out her profile, her scent overpowering his senses and driving his mind wild. Her lips were close, so close! They were parted just a little, mere inches from his own. Her eyes were forward, he noted, his own flickering up to catch her gaze. She did offer him a passing glance, the corner of her mouth twitching upward.

Her hold on his hand broke and she reached forward with her arms. Making quick strokes on the keyboard, a grin broke out across her perfect face. He blinked, turning his head to the laptop, a protest forming, but falling short of exiting his mouth. Instead came a groan.

“Goddamn it, Chrysalis!” he threw his hands up in frustration, or tried to. Her body was wrapped around him and she was squeezing him in. “I have a name! Stop using my pen name!”

She chuckled again, holding him down. “I’m playing with my food.” She was a lot stronger than him. He had once told her she had the strength of ten retarded chimpanzees, which was a borderline superhero. The very notion at the time had put her into a predictable rage, almost costing him his life. “Is this the post button?”

It was a rhetorical question.

“What did you type?” Scott asked her in a tired voice. Chrysalis let him lean forward to read. He squinted, adjusting his glasses. They had slid down his nose in the heat of the moment.

“Something to add to your story. I noticed you made an abridged version of how we came to be.”

“I need the humor to stay sane,” he grunted. “It’s a stupid story.”

She gave him a squeeze and another lick. “Poor thing.”

“You won’t let me do anything else without going into Ultra Bitch Spaz Mode.”

Chrysalis hummed, choosing to ignore his words. “Is this the post button?” she asked again, smirking. A finger pointed at the screen.

“Yes,” Scott said with a tortured sigh.

“Will you let me post my little words in your little author’s notes?” She rubbed her face against his and purred like a cat. “Pleeeeease?~”

An explosive breath escaped through his nostrils. “Eh, why the fuck not? It’ll bug her. Pun intended.” A quick manipulation of the mouse and one click later, he published the post. Taking a moment to send a final thank-you to his online editor, he sat back. “Happy?”

“For now,” she answered, taking the mouse from him. She had picked up on modern technology, adapting and making herself learn how to use it. Technology on this world had at first left her baffled, but being a changeling, she was quick to adapt to most of it. “I wonder if she’ll read it.”

Scott grunted. “Probably. ‘Cadence Ass Slap’ got her attention.”—unintentionally—”‘Bug Pony Horse Waifu’ will probably get her notice, too.” He was staring at the comment Chrysalis had added at the bottom of his notes. He arched his brows. An irritated sigh followed, “Really? Would you like for me to message her a link to the story while I’m at it?”

“Yes. Is there something wrong?” Chrysalis began giggling. Her hands began to tease him without mercy. Scott knew she was binge snacking. Picking up on the subtle nuances of what made the changeling tick had been something of a horrifying ordeal, laced with pleasure and a lot of blue balls.

Oh God, the blue balls!

Without thinking, he closed his legs and sat up. It was hard to close his legs now. “Enjoying your snack?” he snarked to her.

“Just a little bit more,” she whispered, her mouth right next to his ear now. “Just a little bit more for me. I’ve got a big day ahead of me. The whole of your world of talking monkeys will soon let me speak before their United Nations and I’ll have this world in the palm of my ho—”

“Hand, Chrysalis. It’s hand. Not hooves.” The pained grunt coming from the poor man only made her smile. Perfect teeth nibbled at his earlobe again. “I really wish you’d reconsider this taking over the world thing you have going on. It didn’t work for Hitler. It didn’t work for Cobra. It didn’t work for a whole bunch of other people who had the same idea.”

“Ah,” she tutted, caressing the other side of his face with the tips of her nails. “But none of them were me. You know,” she shifted her tone, becoming thoughtful, “you could take care of your little problem by having a little fun with that unicorn. Might bring the swelling down a bit.” She reached down and patted the bulge in his jeans.

“I’m a married man,” Scott sighed, not at all doing anything to stop Chrysalis from feeding off of him. “You know I don’t look at her that way. She’s a friend. A plutonic friend.”

“You hated her once.”

“People change.” She was never going to stop testing him.

“Only when they choose to or are forced to,” she agreed, withdrawing her hand. A sigh of relief came from the man. “What are your plans with your silly little stories?” At least she dropped the subject.

“I want to tell the story about how we got to this point, right now.”

He could feel her frown. Her fingers went to his neck and shoulders and began massaging the muscles there. “Why would you want to do that?” Her voice was curious.

“It needs to be told,” Scott replied, closing his eyes. In his mind, he chanted, She is not being affectionate. She is not being affectionate! Oh, God, that feels so good!

“Why?” her voice teased, turning into a moan. She slid around the chair and pressed her hip into his side. He turned his head, craning his neck a little at the sudden shift, eyes widening when they locked with hers. They were afire with green magic, her aura. Her lips parted and she opened her mouth a little bit more, the perfect lines revealing a pair of short and gleaming fangs. She held there for a moment, shifting her arms and placing them around his neck. They crossed over each other as she began to slowly pull his head towards her own.

“It’s important,” Scott’s voice began to weaken as she drew him in.

“More important than me?” her voice began to take on a resonance as her magic filled the air. “More important?” Chrysalis echoed. “Than me?”

“...no. Never…”

A chaste kiss brushed his lips. “Feed me. I have a long day ahead of me and a United Nations Council to speak to.”

“You goddamn evil bitch,” was all he could manage before his defenses crumbled before her sexual delights.

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

On the computer screen, the words she typed could still be seen.

Author's Notes:

The cover in the prologue was too good not to use.

Lots of innuendo, lots of teasing, lots of sexuality in this story. I had to go with a Mature rating, for obvious reasons. If you can't find the original artwork for the cover, PM me and I'll give you the link. It would be considered NSFW, so I linked the artist's page instead. If there is any issue, please let me know so I can rectify the situation. Thank you!

Thoughts and comments are always welcome. Hopefully this story will help make up for the debacle I put myself in with the precursor story. Enjoy!