“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you greeted, staring down at Metamora with a smirk on your face. “How you feeling, lovebug?”

“Like I wanna go back to sleep. What time is it?”

“Meh, sun’s been up for like three hours. That’s all I know.”

She scrambled to her hooves, instantly completely awake.

“And you didn’t think to wake me! What if someone came in? What if they saw me like this?”

“Chill, Em… Nobody came in, it’s cool. I put up a sign.”

“You put up a sign?”

“Yeah,” you explained, “Warning, Atlas is being a lil’ bitch. Enter at your own risk.”

“Like that would work!”

“Well between that and what I said every time I heard footsteps…”

“I don’t want to know.”

“Oh Atlas,” you feigned, “Stop crying, it’s okay. You don’t have to cry just because your dick is small and you’ll never satisfy a mare.”

“Hive, I can’t believe you.”

“What I can’t believe is how small his dick is! I mean you called me small back before… but you had no right! Jeez, that fucking thing you pulled out of Celestia was embarrassing.”

“It starts shrinking as soon as I…” she defended

“What do you mean it starts shrinking? There’s barely anything to shrink.”

“I don’t remember Princess Celestia complaining,” she quipped.

“Yeah, that’s right. You fucked her so hard with your enormous dick that she turned into a fucking statue,” you started, “Oh wait… That was me. Poor Luna, I hope she's okay after that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Whenever you’d like. All you have to do is ask.”

She simply hid her face in a pillow and screamed into it.

"So, uh… What’s the plan for today anyway?” you ask, changing the subject.

After a moment of silence, Metamora pulled back from her pillow and looked up at you.

“Don’t be mad at me,” she plead.

“Mad at you? For what?”

“I need to gather information. Who knows how much longer we’re going to be in Canterlot. While we’re here, I need to find out how the ponies know, and what their plans are to deal with the Changelings.”

“Oh my god, Em! You’re really gonna be doing spooky spybug shit?”

“Anon, please don’t be mad!”

“I’m so the opposite of mad right now. That shit sounds cool as fuck.”

“Huh? So you’re not…”

“Nah,” you answer, “but you gotta bring me with.”

“What?”

“Em, you gotta! This is like your real job, and I wanna see!” you beg, grabbing her and pulling her into your arms.

“You’d get me caught in a heartbeat!”

“What if I did… the opposite?”

“Huh?”

“Atlas, what are you doing staring at the detailed plans for our systematic destruction of a race we don’t agree with?” you mocked, imitating Celestia while motioning with one hand.

“Hey Atlas, did you end up finding the spell to make my dick bigger yet?” You fake-replied to yourself in your own voice, motioning with the other hand.

“That would never work.”

“Dude it would totally work. Maybe she’d even know the spell!”

“Anon, your dick is already enormous,” she complained, “Why would you want to make it bigger still?”

“I won’t be satisfied until my dick is massive enough to begin experiencing relativistic effects.”

“Hive, maybe that will work… It’s better than any cover I’ve got for being in the royal archives anyway.”

“Plus it might lead to more steamy princess sex!”

“How did I know it was going to go there?”

“It’s always going there. And after yesterday you know Sunbutt wants what I’ve got.”

“You still plan on fucking every pony you can, don’t you?”

“Hey, I thought we were cool after last night.”

“Can you just…” she paused, “At least fuck me first!”

“Right now?” you asked enthusiastically.

“No, not right now! I-” she considered, “We have work to do.”

“Fuck yeah!” you yelled. Of course you would have been just as excited if she had agreed to instantaneous sex, but whatever. Plenty of time for that.

“So uh…” you broke the silence with a whisper, “You think Em has time for a quickie?”

“H-Here? Now?” Atlas asked.

“I mean you gotta change back, but yeah.”

“You want me to reveal myself as a Changeling in public?”

“This is hardly public, Atlas. It’s the spooky restricted library, nobody’s even here.”

“That’s not any better!”

“C’mon!” you plead, “Change back!”

“Anon!” Atlas admonished, “We’re in the middle of the royal archives. Anyone could walk in at any moment.”

“I know. Isn’t it hot?”

Atlas just stared at you. After a moment he sighed and transformed back. Fuckin’ score.

“God yes, my dick is so hard right now,” you confirm. As the transformation finished you grabbed Metamora around the barrel and hoisted her up, setting her down on the table and rolling her onto her back.

“Anon! What are you doing?” she yelled, squirming even after you set her down, your grasp still holding her in place.

“Just relax,” you instruct, dropping to your knees between her legs, “Just lemme show you a good time.”

“F-fuck, Anon… you’re not gonna…” she started, collecting her thoughts, “I thought this would be quick!”

“How many times am I going to get the chance to do this, Em? Nah, I’m gonna make this shit last.”

You traced one hand along her inner thigh, eliciting a rolling shudder as she reacted heavily to even the lightest of touches.

“See, you want this too.”

“S-shut up!”

You did. With one hand you gently spread her upturned legs wider, the other still tracing along her thigh gently. Her breathing quickened as your other hand drew to rest near her quickly moistening marehood. You traced her slit from start to clit softly, making her squirm in an attempt to get more.

“S-Stop teasing me!”

“Oh no. I’m gonna get you so worked up you won’t be able to think straight for a week.”

She looked at you more intently, shuddering as the thought took root in her mind. You drew a lone finger once more along the entire length of her slit, applying just the tiniest amount more pressure. With each stroke you pressed just a little bit harded until your finger was almost spreading her with each and every pass. Her clit was winking now every time you touched it, giving her that electric pleasure she craved for just the briefest of moments. She squirmed even more, trying in vain to get you to press inside of her. Silly Em, all she had to do was ask.

“You want something?” you asked, looking to her blushing face. She nodded furiously but didn’t say a word. “You gotta tell me what you want, Em…”

“Inside,” she wispered, “I want to feel your fingers inside.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you teased, sinking not one but two fingers straight into her glistening pussy. She let out a soft moan as your fingers found their way all the way inside of her. You let them sink all the way into her before you curled your digits back towards you, applying firm but even pressure against her walls.

“H-Hive, Anon… of all the times to be gentle with me…”

“Oh we’re just getting started. I’m just getting you warmed up.” You chuckle, bringing your other hand to rub circles around her clit. At this she thrashed briefly against your embedded fingers, only managing to stimulate herself more. You fucking loved this shit. God, you’d never gotten a woman this worked up before, but it was so easy with Em. She was so much simpler than everything you’d experienced before. For a moment you just got lost in your motions, one hand thrusting and curling inside her, pressing on that spot she liked so much, the other rubbing on her clit which had stopped simply winking and was now just fully engorged. Before long you heard her breath quicken, culminating in a longer moan and a shudder that started in her legs but eventually grew to her entire body. You slowed your motions, first taking your finger from her clit and then slowly, meticulously withdrawing your now marecum-soaked hand.

“Finally!” she whispered to herself, “Now fuck me!”

“Oh, not quite. We’re only about halfway ready.”

“What?” she squeaked, “Anon, I can’t take it! I need your dick, not your hands.”

“How 'bout a compromise then,” you offer, “How about my mouth?”

“You would…” she trailed off, “That’s not something that stallions…”

“Em, I’m not one of your stallions,” you corrected, “And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for or to you.”

She just froze at that. You didn’t. You leaned in just a bit closer, craning your neck down to draw in close proximity to her primed marehood. You let out a breath, blowing against her flesh as she continued to shiver slightly. She let out a squeal at this, her breathing still rapid and irregular.

“Holy fuck, I cannot believe how fucking hot you are right now.”

She didn’t respond to that, but she didn’t need to. Neither one of you was in a position to talk now, her for one reason, and you for another. You leaned in that last inch or two and kissed gently against her enticing slit. After a brief moment, you let your tongue play gently along her slit, contemplating her taste that defied description. She groaned deeply as your tongue began a slow, predictable route. Just as you had before, you slowly dialed up the pressure, occasionally trying to pay attention to her clit but finding she was way too sensitive for that right now. Soon you found your tongue spearing her open, beginning to ache just the slightest bit from exertion. You kept at it for as long as you could, realizing that you had way less oral stamina than you would have hoped.

When it eventually became too much, and you knew that you couldn’t keep it up long enough to make her cum with this strategy, you decided to mix it up once more. Bringing a hand back up, you shoved three fingers inside her, wriggling them aimlessly as your mouth moved slightly higher to encircle her clit with your lips. You kissed it gently, watching her occasional shudders turn into a more prominent twitch. Before long she was bucking against the table, her back arching as she did all she could to press into you just. a. bit. more. Right there. Suddenly she stopped completely, letting out a loud wail as she coated your face in her juices. She soon started shaking again, trying desperately to wriggle herself away from your lips, still intimately engaged with her hypersensitive bud. You pulled away, finally letting her relax against the now thoroughly disheveled papers on the table.

“Wow, that was fuckin’ something else, Em,” you purred, “That was one hell of a warm-up. Are you ready for the real deal?”

“Anon, if you don’t put your dick in me right fucking now I’m going to jump off this table, hold you down, and fuck you until your dick catches fire.”

You frantically stood up, wanting what she asked as much as she did. With just the smallest amount of care you lined up your dick, which was hard enough to easily destroy a lesser mare. Then finally, after all that led up to this, you sunk slowly into her. You reached her limit quickly, leaving a quarter of your length unsheathed before you pulled back in order to find yourself a good rhythm. Both of you were so enamored and lost in the moment that the creaking of the heavy door went completely unnoticed until-

“Anon,” Celestia, flanked by two royal guards, asked calmly, “why do you have your dick in a Changeling in the middle of the restricted section of the royal archives?”

“Oh?” you pause, both in speaking and your motions, “You wanna join in?”

She looked at you for a moment, a light blush spreading for the briefest of moments.

“Guards!”

Fuck.

Author's Note

After last night, you didn't honestly think that Anon wouldn't bend her over the first chance he got?

This time meant a little more to him, though.

Wake Up was oh-so-briefly featured yesterday. That gave me the drive to really put out something special today. I hope you all enjoy this as my little thank you for making me feel important.