>>164933>"Great performance, by the way. With that kind of endurance, I wouldn't be shocked if you could keep up with an alicorn.">She pulls her hoof off of your cock before you can respond, a small gasp escaping as it lightly pops free, the spit- and pre-coated hole following the limb back to solid ground.
"A-alicorns are overrated, trust me, you chuckle.
"Heh, s-sounds like you enjoyed yourself…">"Better than I expected. And much better in terms of taste. Been a long time, since I've tasted anything quite that… bestial, that primal."
"You're welcome. Hoo
, sorry, I just need a minute…">While you catch your breath on the floor, Chryssy sits back on top of the cot, licking out the mess you left in her hoof-hole, something which takes far less time than your own recovery.
"Good," you finally say, standing back up.
"I'm good, now.">"That's quite a refractory period."
"I make do. Why, interested in another round?">"No. At least, not until she returns."
"Aww, 'cause you know, when we get out of--">"If we get out of here."
we get out of here," you continue,
"And if you're still DTF, I wouldn't mind a more long-term fling, you know? I mean, you're already way
better at this than any pony I've ever--">"Not interested."
"Aww, not even a little?">"More than a little. But I'm not interested in a 'fling', as you put it."
"Wait, really? How come?">She looks off to the side, avoiding your eyes.>"I need something more… permanent. As in, lifelong permanent."
"Ohh, I getcha. Holding out for that one true love, huh?">"I don't know if I'd quite call it that," she quietly replies, "But yes, I am."
"All right, so matchmaker it is, then!" you chirp, taking a seat next to her.
"Any strapping bachelors jumping out at ya?">"Nothing Equestrian, and certainly not here."
"Well shit, there goes just about my whole list…">"Besides, nothing would ever willingly stay by my side. Changelings shapeshift for a reason."
"Now that, my buggy partner-in-crime, is a complete load.">"Don't try to flatter me."
"Bitch, I ain't flattering shit," you say, pulling her head to face you with a tactical hand under the chin.
"Ponies have the worst fucking taste in looks, anyways. I mean, who the fuck hooks up with Mrs. Cake
at that? As in, without enough liquor in your system to kill a herd of goats?"
"I still think Mr. Cake was threatened at knifepoint to marry her, you know. She has to have mafia connections, or something."
>"Oh, she does. He had a springtime fling with her, left her a little more than good memories, and the next thing you know, his name suspiciously changes to just 'Mr. Cake'."
"Fuck, her papa couldn't have been happy about that."
>"What, you mean some strapping young stranger coming along and knocking up your only successor isn't grounds to lose your mind?"
"Hell, I wouldn't have bothered leaving him alive."
>"Ah, but you don't have any beautiful daughters to have stolen away," she coos, before leaning in and whispering into your ear: "At least, not yet~…"
"Chryssy, when we get there, promise me we'll co-op manhunt the first fucker to try putting the moves on her."
>"Promise," she finishes, sealing it with a kiss.
"Look, point is, you're smoking hot.">"You're a liar."
"No, I'm an asshole, there's a difference. Mama didn't raise no liar.">"Do I look like an idiot, to you? Every single race on this planet runs and hides at the sight of me."
"Then every single race on this planet has the worst fucking taste in the universe, because this Earthling's telling you that holy hot damn, you're the hottest thing since snorting cayenne pepper. 11-outta-10.">When the initial surprise passes by, she scrutinizes your face for any signs of lying on your part.>Evidently, she finds none.>"You… really think that, don't you?"
"Better believe it, bugbutt.">D'aww, she's blushing!>Someone's not used to getting hit on, out of costume!
>"Could you blame me?"
"Well, you've got no excuse now, hot stuff.">"Oh, sh-shut up!" she huffs, turning away in the most tsundere possible way there is to turn away. "I give you a little attention, and all of a sudden you want to take me out to dinner?"
"I wasn't going to, but that is a great
idea! Any favourite spots?">"W-would you just--"
"I vote this one minotaur-run place, off in an alley here in town. Super sketchy, and the maze motif is kinda chintzy, but boy do they have the best meat in town! And for way less than those kike griffons charge you for it!">"M-meat?" she mutters, turning back just enough to look you in the eyes.
"These puppies ain't for show," you reply, flashing your meat-shredding chompers for her.
"And I'll bet those big teeth you've got ain't for show, either.">Chrysalis spends a few moments debating internally with herself, her eyes flicking over to you every so often.>"You're serious, aren't you?" she asks quietly, almost shyly.
"Serious as can be, babe. You and me, I think we've got something to expand on, here! I can feel it in my scrote!">She snorts, turning away for a brief moment, before turning back with a cautiously optimistic smile.>"Fine. I have no idea why you're so eager to try and woo me, of all ponies. But if you're so set on getting a chance to do it, you'll get one. Just don't be surprised when you don't measure up.">Woohoo, score one for team Ape Escape!>There's no hiding the fist-pump you make, nor would you ever want to.