“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” you screamed, eyes screwed shut. Free of Atlas’s magic you crumpled to the ground weakly, only now feeling the force with which he threw you against that wall.

“You had to fuck that up, didn’t you,” Atlas’s voice came. A brief flash later and you were staring back at your favorite Changeling in the whole wide world, “I’m going to make you hurt.”

“Hold on, hold on!” you bargain, “Just chill, Em…”

She didn’t. You felt yourself fly against the bed, forced to sit at the very edge as she slowly, intimidatingly sauntered towards you. That would be sexy as fuck if she wasn’t about to castrate you. Fuck, it was still sexy; If your dick was going to go, it was going to go doing what it loved - being hard as fucking diamond.

“On second thought…” she paused, conflicted as she stared at your significantly altered anatomy, “It’d be a shame to let this dick go to waste…”

“Yep! Yeah… Definitely probably don’t want to cut that off and force feed it to me!”

“Wait you thought I was going to…” she winced, “Hive no! I have much worse ways to torture you that don’t involve getting rid of this beautiful thing.”

She stared at it with pure wonder, moving to place a hoof upon your leg for leverage so she could heft your massive schlong with her other hoof. As she drew upon you and casually stroked you the rest of the way to glorious erection, you once again noticed those menacing fangs. You might have been more scared of them now than you ever were before.

“Now this,” she admired, “This is a dick. Twilight do this?”

“Yeah she uh…”

“Finally, no more of that puny shriveled disappointment. Welcome to being a real stallion.”

“Wow, uh… Guess you were serious when you said you had other ways to hurt me…”

“Hive I’m going to fucking swallow you whole. I haven’t seen a dick this big since the last time I was in Zebrica.”

Her mouth was now imperceptibly close to you, her breath sending shivers down your spine as it washed over your head. There was a glint in her eyes as she opened wide, letting you come to rest against her warm, green tongue.

“I-I didn’t know ponies did blowjobs…” you admitted, shivering at the minimal contact. She didn’t respond, just closed her mouth around your head, letting her tongue wash against the underside of your shaft. You heard, and then felt a low hum of satisfaction.

Before long she lowered herself down on you. Her fangs were just wide enough that you could feel them scrape alongside you as she descended, a rough scratching friction that both terrified you and heightened the experience.

“Oh god… This is nothing like…” you started. Nothing like what, you wondered to yourself. Nothing like anything else you decided.

Suddenly she started bobbing on your shaft, quickly increasing speed and depth until you realized she had to be taking you into her throat and she hadn’t even hesitated!

“Fuck, Em! I knew you were jealous, but this is one hell of a way to show it.”

She stopped, pulling her mouth away with a wet squelch, “I told you, Em isn’t jealous,” she cried, “Atlas is!”

“Well I hate to break it to you, but I really don’t swing that way. No matter how many times you keep teasing me about it.”

“You’re not… That’s not what I meant.”

“Well what then?” you ask, pausing to think, “No way. Nuh uh. You like Twilight?”

“Atlas likes-” she tried to correct.

“Oh my god, that’s why you’ve been so weird about me fucking her. Like at first I thought you just wanted me to yourself but with Cornflower and all…” you took a breath, “Wow, Em.”

“You’re the worst, you know that?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, genuinely hurt by the realization, “I really am. If I would have known…”

“You did know! I told you!”

“Em, you- Atlas never told either of us. And, uh… He probably should’ve,” you hinted, “I think that might have prevented a lot of this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me tell you what actually happened,” you start, pulling yourself up into a more comfortable position on the bed before patting the area next to you. After a moment, Metamora grudgingly joined you. “So to start out, I would like to note that I turned her down like five times. I mean we eventually did go ahead and… so there’s that, but I genuinely tried, Em.”

“For all that was worth,” she deadpanned.

“Hey! Can you maybe just bottle up that anger for a bit. I promise you can be angry at me all you want later, but at least let me tell you why first.”

She didn’t say anything in return this time, so you just pulled her a little closer alongside you, preparing to delve into your story.

“So Twilight was in estrus,” you start, seeing the shock on Metamora’s face, “but hold on, okay, she said it was safe!”

“Anon!”

“Hey, Em, please? Be mad at me later. You can beat me up or suck me off or whatever, just… I need to explain myself, okay?”

“Okay,” she harrumphed.

“So she tells me what that means, and that she’s in actual physical pain because she can’t find a stallion to fill this purely biological need,” you continue. “She asked me to fill that need. She was crying, and in pain, and I did what a friend would do. I did what she needed.”

“Why didn’t she ask me - er, Atlas?”

“Oh, now that I know all the angles, I think she wanted to…” you hint, “She said everyone else she could ask was complicated. You know what else is complicated? Love - the kind you have, not the kind you eat.”

“I- uh…” she thought for a moment, “And you’re not complicated? You’re always all over the place and I can’t stand how hard it is to stay mad at you.”

“I asked the same thing. But no, not to her. To Twilight I’m just a dick with legs. I would have been offended, but you know me. And I realized, you and Twilight have a lot in common in that regard. You’re both part of this bright, happy world full of wonder and amazement, but neither of you can figure out how to be a part of it. I understand why you’re scared, why Atlas would be scared, to take chances, but you need to live a little, Em. You’re afraid, scared of what might happen if you chase what you want to happen.”

“Anon, for being such a dick all the time, you’re surprisingly not a dick all the time. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.”

“Really? You’re not angry that you missed out on steamy heat sex with the mare of your dreams?”

“And there you go again. You know what, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she decided, getting back up from the bed.

“What are you doing?” you ask quizzically.

“I’m going to finish what I started,” she said with a sultry wink, “Now get over here and choke me with your fucking meat cannon.”

“Holy shit, Em. The fuck did this come from?”

“Right now?” she asked, “I’m hungry. Teleportation takes so much energy.”

“And um…” you started, scooting to sit on the edge of the bed once more, “meat cannon?”

“Shut up. Don’t worry about it. Less making me talk and more making me suck,” she commanded, letting her mouth hang open with her tongue out.

“Hold on…” you ask, “Door’s locked this time?”

She nodded.

“Then if you insist…” you acquiesce, lopping your enhanced erection right in front of her waiting maw. You rocked your hips forward only as far as it took to make contact with her tongue. As soon as this happened, she dove back into action, working overtime to fit your magically magnified meat in her mouth.

You reveled in this feeling. Her soft, attentive tongue danced along you as she coaxed you down her throat. You felt her rippling along your length as she tried in vain to swallow. But she didn’t once choke, didn’t once gag or struggle for breath. She just kept going, sliding up your length to let her tongue play along your head, then delving back down in one smooth, rapid motion. It made you just the tiniest bit jealous when you realized that you definitely weren’t the first creature she had used this talent on. This ability was something learned.

“Em, hold on,” you coax, “This is really doing it for me, but I need something to do with my hands.”

She stopped and looked up at you, dick still deep inside her mouth. You almost came just from the sight.

“Just, fuck, come on,” you directed, pushing her off of you. You hefted yourself up onto the bed and laid back against the sheets, “Jump on up here.”

“Anon what are you-” she asked, complying with your request and jumping up alongside you. As soon as she brought herself within reach, you struck. You grabbed her, still in awe at how light she was, spinning her around so her head once again acquainted itself with your towering dick, while you got a view that nothing could compete with. Your mare - she was your mare, right - was soaking wet, her deep grey lips plastered in her fluids.

She jumped back into action as soon as she realized what the change of scenery for both of you meant. Her enthusiastic motions came with much more noise, something that only seemed to egg her on further. As she got back into the swing of things, you determined now would be a great time to invoke a little bit of digital interaction. You grabbed her tail right where it met her body and steadied her with a firm grip. Your other hand moved to brush against her marehood, first with light strokes in no particular pattern.

This added sensation only kicked her into the next gear, her vicious motions disturbed only by the occasional moan or squeal - you couldn’t tell whether your dick or your hands were driving her verbal excitement. All you cared about right now was giving back. You quickly switched to more stimulating motions, thrusting two fingers in and out of her winking slit at great speed. You could tell this was having an enormous effect on her, much the same as she was drawing you towards your peak.

You were, for the first time since you met this little bug, going to cum before she was! You needed an edge - and then you remembered. You remembered how wild you drove her the other day when you hit that one spot. It was just… a little… deeper.

Nailed it. You found the spongier feeling area you were looking for with relative ease, pressing hard against it as you felt the first ropes of your impending orgasm prepare for launch.

She froze, sheathing you completely within her throat as both of you came in tandem. You watched as her hind legs shivered slightly where they rest, her entire body slack against yours.

Everything felt perfect, like nothing could interrupt this peaceful moment you two shared. She just laid there, upside down in your arms, neither of you saying anything in the hopes that you could forget the inevitable march of time.

Knock Knock

“Shit!” Metamora whispered, scrambling onto her hooves.

“Chill, we locked the door this time.” You whisper back.

Knock Knock

You got up to answer the door, Metamora transforming to Atlas and magically sorting the evidence of your affairs.

You open the door slowly, expecting to see your favorite innkeeper, except where her head would have been there was the immaculate alabaster chest of a much larger creature. Now would have been a great time for pants.

“Wow, uh… You’re tall for a pony.”

Author's Note

My favorite Anon moments are the ones where he's probably most out of character. These moments of clarity, just like the one in Act I - Have Atlas, Will Travel : Chapter 3 - Bed, Bath, and …Further, really round him out as a character. 2-dimensional dick-waving Anon is fine, but he can be so much more.

For a bug who preys on emotions, she sure is bad at them. Silly Em. <3