Chrysalis Short

>You are Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings.

>And you are so very, very hugry right now.

>Ever since you were forcibly ejected from Canterlot, you have been on your own.

>Your hive is lost, and you are being hunted down by Celestia.

>Luckily, you have evaded capture, and managed to survive by moving from town to town, taking what little love you could feed off of.

>Today, however, you will finally have the opportunity to feast on love.

>Of the physical kind.

>You have been stalking a stallion you met when you arrived in Manehatten for some time now, taking on many different forms.

>Slowly, you found out everything about him.

>His habits, his likes, his fears.

>Everything.

>Two things about him made you pick him, however.

>His fondness for alcohol.

>And a love of fillies.

>The latter is the reason you are currently disguised as a young pony.

>It disgusts you that there are ponies who would do such things with infants, but he is easy prey.

>Looking back over your tiny, nubile body, you can't help but smile maliciously.

>You haven't actively hunted down prey in a while, and the thought of doing so sends a thrill through you.

>As you rehearse the role you will play in your mind, you trot along the busy Manehatten street towards the bar where you know your prey is.

>You draw some stares as you weave through the crowd, probably due to the fact that you are a 'filly' walking alone late at night.

>One mare even stops you, distracting you from your thoughts.

>"Young lady, what are you doing out alone at this time of night! Your parents must be worried sick!"

>You put on the best innocent smile and flip your blue mane out of your eyes.

"Oh don't worry miss! I'm going home right now! I live right around the corner there!"

>You giggle foalishy and point in the general direction you're heading in.

>The mare looks at you, and expression of mixed concern and disapproval on her face.

>"Well, okay, but take care you don't run into trouble, there are some ill intentioned ponies who wander around at night."

>You know. You're one of them.

>You suppress a smirk as you thank the mare for her concern, and resume your trek.

>Minutes later, your destination is in sight, and you look into the front window.

>There he is, as usual, getting drunk off of hard cider.

>You smile to yourself as he sways drunkenly on his stool.

>You inconspicuously watch him for a time, sticking to the shadows to avoid any unwanted attention.

>When closing time arrives, the stallion get up, and makes his way for the door, stumbling on his own hooves.

>You quickly scamper off towards the alley he takes as his short cut home when he exits the bar.

>You stop to catch your breath when you arrive, mussing up your mane and getting ready to play your role.

>You can barely conceal your excitement, you're giddy despite the hunger gnawing at you.

>Your prey's drunken singing and shuffling of hooves soon approach the alley, and you start to sniffle and cry.

>As expected, when the stallion gets close and hears, he approaches you.

>You hear his heartbeat quicken when he sees you curled up, looking scared and lonely.

>"H-hey there little princesh, whatsh wrong?"

>It's all you can do not to smile.

>You answer him between sobs.

"I c-can't find my mommy, I g-got lost and I d-don't know where home is.."

>You start to cry even harder, and the stallion shushes, you, patting your flank with a hoof.

>"There there little princessh, tell ya what, howsh about you come home with ol' Bucko here, and we'll find your mommy tomorrow?"

>You look at him with wide, tear filled eyes.

"R-really? You're gonna help me find m-mommy Mr. Bucko?"

>He chuckles, still rubbing your small flank.

>"Oh yesh, we'll find mom tomorrow, but firsht let's get some shleep."

>You let out a little giggle, and stand up next to 'Bucko'

"Thank you so much mister! You're really nice!"

>He smiles beautifically at you, the alcohol on his breath nearly enough to knock you out.

>"No problem little princesh, now come on, letsh get home."

>You trot along next to your prey, and he leans on you for 'support', using the excuse to rub himself against you.

>You're disgusted by this stallion, but the lust and desire you feel coming from him are enough to provide a little sustenance.

>While not actual love, it will keep you alive long enough to find some.

>You reach his flat and walk in with him, following him to his room.

>He slumps drunkenly onto the bed, magicking you up and dropping you in the mattress next to him with a *pomf*.

>Maintaining an air of innocence, you ask:

"What are we gonna do on the bed Mr. Bucko?"

>He smiles a lecherous smile at you.

>"I thought maybe we could have a little fun before shleeping.."

>You giggle a little, booping him on the nose.

"What kind of fun? Is it silly?"

>"Lie on your back shweetie, and I'll show you."

>You comply, smiling innocently up at the stallion.

>He stands on his hind legs at the foot of the bed, scooting you closer.

>"You're such a pretty little filly, and I'm glad I met you tonight."

>He leans his head down and kisses your slender neck, and you shudder in disgust.

"W-what are you doing mister Bucko?"

>He smiles down at you.

>"Well, little princesh, Ol' Bucko really loves pretty fillies, and le likesh making them feel good."

>Your mounting disgust at this pony's depravity wrestles with your hunger as his kisses trail down your belly.

>"Now you jusht lie there and let me male you feel good shweetheart."

>You pretend to squirm uncomfortably as he lowers his head and gives a long, wet lick to your tiny marehood.

>Dispite the loathing you feel towards this stallion, you can't help but feel pleasure.

>It's been so long since you've had love, lust, or any sort of affection directed at you that the feeling is almost intoxicating.

>Bucko chuckles as you let out a small moan.

>"You like that? Well, thersh more where that came from!"

>He licks you again, pressing his tongue against you.

>Trying to keep up your act of innocence despite the pleasure, you stare at the stallion wide eyed.

"Mister Bucko, I feel funny and warm, is that normal?"

>"Of coursh it is shweetie, it just means you like thish."

>Your tiny clit has started winking, and your juices leak out of your marehood.

>"Ohh.. It's been so long since I've tasted a filly..." He mutters, his eyes closing.

>Deciding to put up a little fight, you start to squirm away from him.

"I.. I don't know if I like this game so much.."

>As expected, he simply magicks you back into postion, pinning you down with his spell.

>"Don't worry, thish will feel great."

>He licks your wet folds several more times, savouring your taste and sucking on your clit.

>Your tiny body shakes in orgasm and you squirt your juices directly into Bucko's mouth.

>You pant heavily, recovering from the rush of pleasure and feeding on Bucko's lust.

>He groans in pleasure, and when he opens his eyes, you see the look you knew would come.

>He intends to have his way with you.

"M-mister.. I don't wanna play no more.. You're scaring me a little."

>You struggle against the magic weakly, but he simply chuckles at you.

>"Now now princesh, I made you feel good, itsh your turn to help me now."

>You whimper piteously and struggle as he lifts himself up on the bed, exposing his hard, throbbing cock.

>"Thish might hurt a little at firsht, but don't worry, you're gonna love it."

>He positions the flared tip of his shaft against your marehood, it's size almost comically large in comparison to your young body.

>You start to cry and sniffle as he pushes himself in, your body stretching to accommodate his girth.

>He simply grunts in pleasure and drives himself deeper.

>You cry out in 'pain' as his dick makes it's way into your body.

>It doesn't really hurt, though, your body naturally adapted to fit him.

>You keep up his illusion of control, however, crying and struggling as he abuses your tight hole.

>"You're.. Tighter... Than any filly I've ever had, Shweetheart... I'm gonna cum..."

>Your belly bulges out as he thrusts himself hard a few more times before spraying his load inside you.

>Through your tears you let out a moan of pleasure and orgasm as you feed off the physical manifestation of his lust.

>You haven't felt this sated in a long time.

>Bucko collapses to the side falling asleep almost instantly in drunken exhaustion.

>You get up from the bed, swaying slightly on your shaky legs, and change yourself back to your natural, regal form.

>Though he may have provided you with nourishment, this unicorn's unnatural obsession with young ponies sickens you.

>You smile maliciously at him, exposing your fangs.

>Certainly the city of Manehatten will not miss one sick, depraved pony?

>And besides, you are still very, very hungry.

 

>As the sun rises the next morning, an attractive white mare with a pale pink mane walks to the train station.

>That mare, of course, is you.

>You have taken a new disguise, and you decide to hop a train to another town.

>You're slightly paranoid at being discovered, and moving around is a good way to soothe your own suspicions.

>The conductor shouts out as you board your carriage.

>"Allllll Aboard! Next stop, Ponyville!"

>You smile to yourself.

>You have heard a great many things about Ponyville, and you know that the purple bitch who ruined your wedding lives there.

>The train whistles and starts to move as you settle in for the trip, already planning what you are going to do upon your arrival...