Chrysalis Short (Clop)

>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...