>There are some days when you know you’re going to come home and get drunk.
>It usually happens after a hard shift, but there are those special times when midday, it’s already a drinking night.
>This would have been one of those days, but you had an early morning shift tomorrow.
>...after a double shift today.
>Fuck your job.
>You walk up to your door and flip through your keys, your tired mind doing it’s best to find the one you’re looking for.
>You hope your slave was okay without you today.
>She hated being alone and could get… needy.

>Your door opened with a click and you stepped in, letting out a sigh as the AC touched your skin.
>Damn summer heat.
>Before you could call out, your slave eagerly trotted out to meet you a smile on her face.

>She was a different sort of pony.
>Her limbs and horn were long, violent looking things with holes and jagged edges, which contrast strangely with her pretty, translucent hair and wings.
>She evoked a look that was both beautiful and dangerous, and it was something you admired about her often.
>You didn’t know much about her breed, but you always loved how exotic she looked compared to regular ponies.
>And hey, she could transform into any pony too, which was cool.

>You’d had her for a few months now.
>She’d been very reclusive at first, but eventually got used to you and learned that you weren’t going to beat her or deny her food.
>Punishment for bad behavior was always a present threat, granted, but she knew you were firm, not cruel.
>At most you’d scold her or withhold tv for a day.
>And that was important, because she could be demanding.
>She looked up at you with those big, emerald eyes and you reached out a hand to gently stroke her cheek.
“Hey, Chrys. How’s my girl?”

>“Master, I want to fuck,” she said plainly.

>...
>She was also very blunt at times.
>You sighed as you loosened your tie and took off your work shoes.

“Not tonight, Chrysalis. I’m too tired, okay? How about I just order us some pizza and we can do that tomorrow.”

>”I’m not hungry.”
>Her stomach gurgled and she grimaced as you walked past her.
>You gave her a knowing grin, which she returned with a glare.
>”I’m not hungry for that kind of… I just don’t want pizza,” she said. “Can we just have sex? Please?”

“No. I already answered you.”

>She bit her lip and followed after you.
>”Anon, you don’t understand. I… just a little bit. I’ll do all the work. Actually, I can just give you a blowjob. You won’t even have to—”

“Chrysalis,” you said, giving her a look that said ‘drop it’.
>God, if you told your past self you’d been shooting down free blowjobs a year from now you’d have laughed in your face.
>But your past self hadn’t dealt with Chrysalis.
>She had a strong hunger for sex that you just couldn’t match sometimes.

>Chrysalis groaned and you heard her stomach growl again.
>You’d better get on top of ordering that pizza.
>You picked up the wireless phone in your kitchen and started to dial the number for pizza hut.

“Chrys, do you have any toppings you want?” you said as you hit the connect button.

>She opened her mouth and half said “peppero—” before stopping and thinking for a moment.
>A sly smile formed on her face.
>Oh no… you know that look.

>“Master, this slave would love some cum on her pizza please. She’s merely a slut who lives to taste her master’s—”

“Yeah, I’ll have half pepperoni, half pineapple.”

>She puffed up her cheeks and butted into your hips with her snout.
>”Anoooon, you stupid, stubborn ape! I need this!”  
 
“Yes, that’ll be delivery.”

>You used one hand to redirect her prodding and she eventually gave up with a snort and trotted off to her room.
>Finally… maybe Chrysalis would behave and you could hope to have dinner in peace.


--

>You really should have known better.

>Chrysalis sat across from you at the table, glaring and pouting at you while refusing to touch her pizza.
>Normally you get these sort of looks when eating pineapple pizza of course, so it wasn’t exactly out of place, but this time it was for a different reason.
>Your slave’s stomach growled and she huffed then turned away.

>You were not in the mood for this shit.
“Chrysalis, eat your dinner.”

>She hook her head.
>”Not unless it comes with extra sausage.”

>You rolled your eyes.
>What a brat.
“I told you, I’m too tired. Now eat or I’m going to do something you really don’t want me to. I had a long day, and I’m not in the mood for this hunger strike bull.”
>She looked back at you, set her jaw and crossed her hooves over her chest.
>Chrysalis didn't move a muscle to pick up her food.
>You knew she was waiting for the countdown to see how far she could push it, but you’d already told her no several times already.
“Okay. No sex for a week.”

>Her eyes shot open and her jaw dropped.
>“No! Anon, you can’t do that to me! I’ll die!”

”Then eat your dinner. I can get you some porn and you can masturbate when you finish.”

>“But masturbating doesn’t do anything! Ugh, you don’t understand. I can’t just… Anon, come on! I’m dying here.”

>You put your own slice down and rubbed your temples.
“Nobody died from not having sex, Chrysalis.”

>”But—!”

“Look, I’m not going to argue with you. You can eat now and I’ll do something about your sex addiction tomorrow, or you can go without so much as a fingering by the bins until next Thursday. It’s your choice.”

>A slew of emotions fought on her face—frustration, hunger, and reluctance, but she eventually looked down at her plate, let out a sigh, and began to eat.
>You smiled to yourself.
>That’s my girl.
>Chrysalis stopped then, and licked her lips as if tasting something as she looked at you thoughtfully.
>She didn’t say anything though, and went back to her food.
>You could almost see an idea hatching in her head then, and that worried you.
>She wasn’t going to give up that easily—you could feel it.

>How long had it been since you last had a long screw anyhow?
>A few days.
>She said changelings are different and she clearly had a strong drive.
>Maybe you were being too hard on her.
>You were still tired, but perhaps you could come up with a compromise tonight if she was good.

--

>A short while later, you found yourself laying out on the couch, flipping through channels and realizing once more that cable is shit.
>Seriously, why do you pay for this crap?
>It would be tolerable if you were drunk but… your morning shift.
>...
>Maybe just one.

>After grabbing a Sam Adams from the fridge, you dropped back onto the couch, cracked it open and downed half the can in one go.
>The sooner you get a little buzzed the better.
>You brought the can away from your lips and let out a satisfied 'ah' then settled back, ready to enjoy the dizzy feeling in a few moments.

>Your gaze drifted to the empty spot on your left.
>Too bad she was mad at you. It would be a lot more fun getting drunk with her, even if it always ended in giggly, drunk sex.
>She was always a sassy little drunk too.

>You wonder what she was up to, all cooped up in her room.
>Chrysalis had finished one token slice of pizza.
>She had still looked hungry to you, but technically she did what you asked, so you’d let it go for now and allowed her to be excused to her room.
>She’d given you that same, grumpy pout, but you weren’t in the mood to make her stand in the corner or actually go without sex for a week over this.
>Heck, you’re not sure you could go without sex for a week with her around.
>She’d eventually figure out what you were in the mood for after a little bit of testing.
>Maybe you’re easy to read...

>As if on queue, Chrysalis slowly cantered into the living room with a small duster in her magic, and began cleaning the dust off shelves and photos nearby, humming to herself.
>You furrowed your brow.
“Chrys, why are you dusting all of a sudde…” you said and trailed off as you looked over.

>A pair of green, striped panties hugged her flanks and emerald stockings came up just below her rear cheeks in the back, while reaching almost to her shoulders in the front.
>Her tail was tied up in a cute blue bow, and she waved it lazily as she worked.
>She paused without looking up as your eyes landed on her rear.
>Chrysalis smiled and bent down slightly to dust something on a lower shelf.
>The fabric tightened and you could see the outline of her sex imprint against her panties.
>A small, damp spot began to show through.
>She let out a slow breath and rubbed her back legs together, then glanced over at you.
>You gulped.

>“Onichan, why are you looking at me like that?” she said in slightly higher pitched, cutesy voice.

>You furrowed your brow as the sexual tension burst like a balloon.
>What the actual fuck?
“Chrysalis, have you been watching anime porn on my computer again?”

>Her face said you guessed right.
>”N-No… Depends. Are you in the mood for little sister or nextdoor MILF? I can do both.”
>You groaned and she visibly deflated.
>”I can try other things! I saw that humans like catgirls.”
>There was a flash of green and her cute little black ears became furry, triangular cat ears.
>She looked at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

>You gave her a bemused look.
“You already have horse ears, you silly pony. And besides, yours are cuter anyways.”

>She paused.
>Her ears turned back in a flash of green, and Chrysalis stared at you for a moment, trying to read your face.
>“You’re… not just saying that?” she said slowly, her eyes widening. “You really like my ears.”

“Huh?”

>She blushed and looked away the moment you met her eyes.
>“It’s nothing. I’m just surprised I suppose. I never...”
>She trailed off and an awkward silence hung in the air.
>Chrysalis cleared her throat.
>“Ehem, well, w-what else can I change then? I can be whoever you want, Anon. I just need a quickie.”

>She wasn’t going to leave you alone about this, was she?
>You pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.
>Okay… new plan.
“Chrys, if you really need it that bad, I can try to get my neighbors pony to help you or something. I’ll even pay them if I have to. It’s probably a bad idea but if it’s really bothering you that much, I can at least ask.”

>She paused, her mouth twisting up as she thought it over.
>You could already see her answer written on her face.

“What? Dan’s pony is a nice little guy. He’d probably jump at the chance to have a round with a pony like you.”

>She blinked and looked at you for a moment, before a small smile broke out on her face and she giggled.

“What? I’m serious. I’ll do it.”

>”I know. That’s what makes it funny.”
>She sighed.
>“If only ponies were more like humans. He already knows I’m a changeling is all. Maybe not exactly who I was in Equestria but he’d never agree to that.”

“I don’t get it. Do you not look right by pony standards?”

>She shrugged and looked away.
>”It’s more about our history, but I can’t really do it with a stranger. At least it wouldn’t mean as much. I don’t just need a rut. I need—”
>She bit her lip and for a moment looked over at you, a question in her eyes.

“Chrys, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything.

>Chrysalis shrugged and gave you a half forced smile.
>She always kept things so close to her chest.
>What had she been through to make her like this?
>There were things every slave would rather keep hidden, but there was so many small, far off looks and incidental hesitations when she’d mull something over that it made you think.
>Maybe she'd been treated bad by previous owners.
>Whatever it was, you could see her warring with herself at times over telling you more.
>She wanted to open up, but something made her scared to.

>”My kind…” she began, and trailed off, shaking her head. “We just aren’t meant to be away from others, that’s all. It’s not healthy. Sex is… it’s nice but it’s just a way to get—”
>Her voice faltered.
>“Nevermind. F-Forget I said anything, Anon. I’ll just go to my room.”

“Chrysalis, wait. Please, come over and talk to me. I can’t do anything to help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

>She frowned and looked toward the hallway to her room then back to you.
>This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have.
>That was fine with you.
>She’d open up when she was ready, and you’d wait as long as you needed it to, but it sounded like there was something more to this than her insistent sex drive.
>You’d read that emotions held a kind of magic for ponies when you had been shopping for a slave.
>Maybe things were just different for them.

>You patted the spot next to you on the couch, and after some hesitation, Chrysalis joined you, but kept her head down.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, okay? I’m not going to pressure you, but I want to help if I can.”
>She nodded.
“So far it sounds like you’ve just been a bit lonely. If you need some attention, that’s alright to ask for, Chrysalis. I don’t mind spending time with you and being a little affectionate if that’s what you need.”

>Her eyebrows rose and she slowly looked up at you.
>”I can just ask?”

”Yeah. You don’t have to seduce me if all you want is for me to spend time with you. I know you don’t like being here alone so much sometimes. Maybe I can get you a tracking collar soon so you can go out, but for now, if there’s something I can do that isn’t sex, I’m cool with that. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t ask for a bit of my time, is all.”

>She bit her lip, tapping her hooves together.
>”Um… well there’s one thing we could try if you’re willing.”

“Yeah?”

>She looked away.
>”No, it’s… it’s stupid.”

“I won’t laugh. Just tell me.”

>She bit her lip, and thought for a moment, before taking a deep breath and turning to you.
>”Can… can I be the little spoon?”

>You opened your mouth to answer in affirmation but paused.
>...the what?
>Surely you heard that wrong.
>THE Chrysalis, queen of kink and day long fuck sessions, was asking to spoon?
>Did she get so kinky that she’d come all the way back around?
>THAT WAS A THING?
“You… want to spoon? Why?”

>A bright blush spread across her face by now and you could tell she was fighting the urge to get up and run.
>”I just want to cuddle, okay! I know it’s weird, you big dumb monkey! If you don’t want to, then fine. Just say it already so I can go to bed. The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner you’ll rut me.”

>You chuckled and gave her nose a boop.
“You’re kinda cute when you’re mad, you know.”

>”Fine. I knew this was stupid to ask.”

“I didn’t say no.”

>”Well just say it already then or let me blow you.”
“You put a finger over her lips and she grumbled at you.
>”Are you gonna do it or not? Don’t tease me.”

>You smiled.
>It was funny, honestly, seeing her like this.
>A part of you honestly wanted to tease her more but she’d finally opened up just a little bit to you.
>You had to reward her for that at least.
>You reached over the edge of the couch and pulled a lever, and with a lurch, the couch unfolded into a makeshift bed with enough room for the two of you.

“Come here, you silly bughorse,” you said and laid down, patting the space beside you.
>She stared at the spot like there was a snake hidden somewhere in the fabric and she licked her lips.

>You quirked an eyebrow at her.
“What?”

>”I don’t know it’s… it’s kinda weird.”

“Chrys, I’ve tied you up, whipped you, then screwed you in the butt while you talked dirtier than a pornstar. Why is this weird of all things?”

>”It just is. Don’t question me, human.”

“Gee, if you’re going to get snippy about it then maybe I’ll just leave.”

>She flopped down next to you, stiff as a board, hooves tucked against her chest.
>You barely held in a laugh as she lay there, stock still.
>”I’ll stab you.”

“Sure you will, bughorse,” you said and put an arm around her.
>She tensed for a moment as she felt your arm reach around her abdomen but eventually relaxed again as your fingers gently lay against her.
>Her breathing settled and her wings gently twitched on her back, tickling your chest.
>You could smell the conditioner you bought her and her cute little ears flicked around nervously.
>Her carapace felt oddly cool and comfortable where it touched you, and shifted slightly as she breathed.
>It was surprisingly relaxing and you found your breathing began to sync up with hers.
>Your eyelids started to get heavy and you felt her scoot her butt into you a bit more.
>As you started to drift off, she spoke.

>”Um… A-Anon?”

“Mm?”

“Are you sure this is okay? My shell isn’t very soft, you know? I can turn into a pony if you want. I don’t mind. It’s probably kinda weird snuggling up to someone all black and scary looking.”

>You smiled.
“You’re not as tough as you look, you know. Besides, Chrys, if I didn’t like the way you looked, I wouldn’t have picked you in the first place.”

>”O-Oh… yeah, of course.”

>You pushed your cheek against her soft, translucent mane, and pulled her closer, finally letting her settle into the crook of your body.
“You’re my amazing, perfect as you are, bughorse. Remember that, Chrysalis.”

>Chrysalis gave short little burp.
>You snickered and she kicked you in the legs.

>”It’s not funny! I can’t help it when it’s all at once.”

>You hugged her tight and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you, Chrysalis. You and your little cuddle burps.”

>She didn’t say anything but her wings gave a little flutter against your stomach.
>God, this girl was cute.
>You could get used to this.
>Who would have guessed the Queen kinkster herself had a thing for cuddling?
>Maybe she’d open up more to you at this rate.
>That’d be nice.
>What a way to end a day though, you thought, and closed your eyes.