Deep French [Chrysalis, power-kissing]

>Well shit. Now you'd really dunit.
>After months of political struggles concerning as to how the changeling situation might be remedied post-exile,
>the diarch sisters asked for YOUR help.
>Seeing as how your illustriously innovative, intuitive and scientific human mind
>(along with a blanket immunity to all forms of their magic) made you a perfect candidate for ensuring stability.
>Yeah. You'd rather stabilize Rwanda thrice over before letting even a fleeting thought about that creepy-ass farce of a "wedding" grace your mind.
>The only manner in which it could even be called a wedding was on paper really.
>You were never really into these horses romantically either, for that matter.. least of all a black-.. green-..?
>..fanged?! .. Jesus fucking deathchrist, what would your uncle back on earth say.
>"Eat your blood sausage. And don't marry no green-blue bughorse." that's what he'd say.
>At least those wraith-like holes in her limbs had dissappeared now that both she and her peopl-..drones.. were getting sustenance.
>You shake your head vehemently, bringing you back to reality.

>Namely, the reality in which you have thirty-six castle floor-plans to approve.
>At least before the drones and ponies can start construction on the castle's east wing.
>It's getting pretty late, and with no moon to be seen through your window on the overcast sky, your opulent office..
>(..well, as opulent as it can be, crammed full of half your belongings)
>..is only lit by the few alchemical lamps hanging around.
>Your scientific breakthroughs made sure you'd never have financial troubles again.
>Yet here you were.. finally having conceded to the royal puppy-eyes.
>Goddamnit, Luna had even knelt when she begged you to-..  go through with this.
>A marriage contract between you, the human honourably adopted into the Equestrian royal family..
>..and the formerly exiled queen of the changelings, Chrysalis.
>Thus extending to the queen and her changelings political rights of citizenship.
>Also, the right to the formation of a vassal state, under the benign grace of the suzerain diarchy of Equestria.
>All in all, an elegant solution to a politically fragile (and not very "harmonious") situation.
>The catch?
>...
>You sigh, feeling a drop of sweat snake its way down into your eye

>(it actually stings like a motherfucker.)
>And here you always thought you would marry out of love one day.

>The sound of a heavy wooden door opening makes you spin around.
>.. Your "wife", it seems, has just deigned to grace you with her presence.
>As you squint to make out the rather large figure standing in the doorway, you feel a bit uneasy.
>You always do when you see her.
>Although you've been "married" for two months now, you can count the times you've actually seen your wife on a single, thoroughly maimed hand.
>Your sense of reason tells you to feel happy about this fact..
>Hm.. Oddly, you don't actually feel frustrated for seeing her now, though.
>Oh well, fuck it. You frown anyway for emphasis.
>(even though the chance of an actual conversation happening is rather slim)
>You breathe in deeply and lean back on the large desk behind you.
>Your changeling alicorn-insectoid-vampire-jesuswhyme-wife enters the room.
>The dimly lit room makes her glowing emerald eyes stand out all the more
>Your carpet makes the muffled sound of her quadrupedal walking seem to echo that of your own pulse.
>... You don't say anything, and steel yourself to not averting your gaze.

>You haven't really talked before.. It seemed she had a lot of things to work out.
>All with the post-exile trials, the sustenance charity program, the political need for-
>..well.. your wedding.
>You couldn't really say you knew how she was before, but her pride must surely have been hurt
>and the forgiving samaritan nature of these ponies was something she probably had a hard time comprehending.
>She stops walking about three meters away from you and--oddly--squints her eyes for a moment before looking down at the floor.
>.. yep, those sweatdrops be rollin'
>Still, though.. She seemed-.. downcast, maybe?
>Sullen? Apprehensive?
>...Finally at terms with the situation? Goddamnit you had no clue.
>You clear your throat gently.
"I'm reviewing the architects' designs for the eastern wing winter garden and sauna.."
>You keep your voice down, but it still feels like it cuts through the silent atmosphere like a chainsaw.
>You hadn't really been in any verbal correspondence with her about this before..
>Sparse, formal messages sent via changeling drones or ponies had been the only exception to your near-lack of communication.
>Still.. She nods her head almost imperceptibly, eyes still downcast.
>You decide to push further..

"You know, us humans and our odd sense of having indoor baths everywhere, heh..
It's funny, though.. human furnishings have become very popular.. as of.. late.."
>She walks towards you, stopping only when her fanged muzzle, currently held at full height, almost touches your forehead.
>She's bigger than you thought.
>You swallow hard.
>Being the same size as Celestia herself, Chrysalis is around your height when standing upright,
>..and with you leaning on the desk, her white fangs makes it so you're almost staring into the face of something draconic.
>A tremendous nope builds in your loins.
"N-...nnnnnn-"
>but a certain softening of her eerie stare
>(cripes, her stares were always eerie, no matter what she was looking at)
>calms you down a bit.
>You sigh, wondering where to look before ending up running your eyes down her black, slim body.
>You glance at her legs.
>..Her right foreleg-... she's fidgeting? wut
>A few awkward seconds pass.
>You're just about to say something when she takes yet another step closer,
>sliding her muzzle along your hair until her black-furred neck touches your cheek slightly.
>O-ok, uh. Weird horse-hug.. shit.

>You tilt your head backwards a bit, ever so slightly rubbing your head against her jaw.
>Your nose and cheek press softly against her silky neck.
>Unsure of what this is, you decide to not do anything stupid.
>.. by not doing squat.
>As a courtesy of your proximity to her carotid, you become acutely aware that her heart is racing.
>Kind of what your own is doing right now.
>After a little while, she takes a step back.
>She holds her muzzle in front of your face, and you notice her eyes are shut
>Her mouth is slightly open and her breathing somewhat heavy.
>Please don't take all your apeshit battlerage out on your primate husband.
>I swear to god I'll have my ghost nuke you all to hell and back if I don't-
>She moves forward just enough to touch the tip of her snout to your nose.
>Oh.

>Her snout is slightly cool, yet the gesture feels oddly warming.
>As her breathing matches your own, she slowly opens her eyes,
>casting a very slight green glow upon her features and the room around you.
>She slowly tilts her head back, nudging your nose upward with her own, opening your mouth.
>Your mind reels, caught between spoiling the moment and running as hell
>..or playing along, possibly having to experience something you doubt you'd be comfortable with.
>Your breath catches as she tilts her head to her right whilst opening her mouth even wider.
>Oh my.
>Her white rows of sharp fangs in full view, you again contemplate the deeper ineffable connotations of nope.
>She moves her head towards yours, her upper and lower jaws on either side of your own mouth.
>Her two pronounced upper canines scrape gently against your cheek.
>You consider asking whether she'd consider more-..superficial ways of kissing,
>when you notice her long, slender reptillian-like tongue starts to slither into your mouth.

>She's definitely excited now..
>Her warm breath flows from her nostrils over your ear and cheek every time she pants.
>The warm feel of her slender tongue overwhelms you.
>Viscous, slightly metallic-tasting saliva drools into your mouth.
>You tentatively try caressing her tongue with yours.
>The response is immediate.
>Her breathing catches with a slight gasp,
>and you sense her whole body shift somewhat as she repositions her legs on the floor.
>Her heightened excitement shows as a slight jerk of her head causes one of her canine fangs to pierce your skin.
>Yep. You hardly notice, stowing away that thought somewhere far beyond the reach of your consciousness at the moment.
>Before you can do anything else though, she plunges her tongue even further into your mouth,
>curling it around and slithering it deeper.
>You await an impending gag, but her lubricant-like saliva lets her tongue slide softly down your throat.
>Just as you become vaguely cognizant of the fact that you're currently not able to breathe,
>her long tongue start to slowly withdraw from your pharynx.
>The feeling of the tendril-like appendage sliding past your uvula is a tad more unnerving on the way out,
>and you find your own excess saliva drooling down your chin, mixing with hers.
>She runs her tongue all over, curling it about, slowly caressing every inch.
>As she withdraws her tongue, she moves her head back away from you, tilting it upright.
>Though not having been near asphyxiation, you find yourself breathing rather heavily yourself.

>It is, however, nothing compared to how flustered Chrysalis seems.
>Her eyes are wide open, causing the viscous saliva still dripping from her tongue and running down her chin to glisten in emerald hues.
>You close your mouth, blink and swallow, slimy drool running down your own face.
>The large, black changeling queen takes a few slow, shaky steps backwards,
>eerily staring at you the whole time.
>You blink again, and wipe away the slobber using the sleeve of your tunic.
>Chrysalis slowly lowers her head towards the floor, maintaining eye contact allwhile.
>Then you hear the whisper. Her wraith-like voice ever so softly speaking.
>"S-sorry."
>...
>You blink again, formulating a lyrical reprose of epic prosaic magnitude.
"B--mm uh.."
>Yeah. What he said.
>She backs away towards the door, keeping her glowing eyes on yours the entire way,
>before turning around and sauntering out the doorway.
>You notice her walking is somewhat awkward.
>The door is enveloped by a deep green aura of light, and a low almost electrical thrumming sound accompanies their closing.
>After a few seconds, the blaring sound of someone inadvertently walking into an old suit of equestrian armor is heard
>followed by what you think is muffled cursing.
>You feel oddly violated.... -somehow.
>and yet.. as you turn around again, looking out the window at the sky,
[spoiler]>you know that a new fetish was born this day[/spoiler]