“Em, come on!” you whined, “You know I didn’t mean it!”

“You’ve never meant it!” she cried, “How didn’t I see it earlier. You… You’re just like us.”

“You don’t believe that. You know how I feel about you.”

“Do I? You told me that- that…” she squeaked, “You told me it was real and I believed you!”

“Em, it is real. Every bit of it. The part where I love you, the part where you’re the best thing I’ve ever had, the part where I always find a way to ruin that,” you explain, “But this time I can’t bear to lose you. I need you in so many different ways.”

“You need me to get your dick wet! And I would have been fucking fine with that if you were just straightforward about it.”

“That’s not all. I- I-” you started, fighting tears, “I need you because you’re the only thing I have. I need you because you’ve been wonderful to me, even though it goes against your nature. I need you because I’m in a completely insane fucking alternate dimension or some shit and for once in my god damn fucking waste of a life I found something I love more than myself. I wouldn’t make it if I lost you.”

“That’s exactly what I mean. You think you love me because I’m convenient. I’m there for you because I need you too. I need your love, I needed you to get me out of the castle. We need eachother, Anon. But that’s all this is.”

“Em, you’re not…” you say, “Tell me that’s not all you think this is.”

“No, Anon. There’s nothing more to us. Chrysalis was right. We’re a symbiosis. You give me your love, I give you companionship. Somehow it works out, but that’s not love. Love is…”

“Love is what, Em? What would you know about it?” you growled.

“Love is…” she paused, clearly taken aback from your words, “Love isn’t real. It’s always a lie built on other lies. I should know. You should know. We’ve been doing nothing but lying to each other about this since this started.”

“Isn’t that what you fucking wanted?” you asked, “You said it yourself. All I am is a fucking meal to you, Em. If this is all fake then why the fuck do you care so damn much. Why do I care so much?”

“Because I- I-” she paused, “You broke me. You convinced me to build this fragile, delicate piece inside of me, telling me you’d keep it safe, that you’d help it grow, that you’d make it strong… But all you’ve done is made me weak.”

“All I’ve done?” you laughed, “I’ve done fucking everything for you. I kept your secret. I fed you all the love I could. I kept myself from freaking the fuck out at every possible second. If either of us should be broken, it’s me,” you paused, catching your breath, “Do you understand how fucking weird it is for me? All of the sudden the world I know is gone and I wake up with a fucking monster staring at me.”

“You-” she hiccuped, fresh tears joining those already staining her cheeks, “You think I’m a monster?”

“Wait, Em, that’s not…”

“No. It is. That’s all I’ve ever been. That’s all any Changeling has ever been.”

“No, that’s not what I-” you stopped, collecting your thoughts, “I did think that, at first. You were terrifying and strange and I thought you were going to kill me! But then you didn’t. At first I didn’t even really want to fuck you. You looked weird and you stand on four hooves and I could barely make sense of what’s between your legs…”

She didn’t respond quite yet, content for a moment to let you finish your thought.

“But you weren’t that for long. After that first time, well… it stopped being so weird. It stopped being, you know, just a biological thing. It started being less something to do because my dick was hard and more something that made my dick hard thinking about it.”

“I can understand that. I was the familiar option.”

“No, Em. You’re not hearing me. I’m attracted to you. Of all the things that I thought I would never say, I’m attracted to a fucking horse!”

“Anon!”

“Sorry… Pony, er Changeling… Whatever. The important part is that I’m attracted to you. At first it was a sex thing, sure. You were orders of magnitude more convenient than anything else before. But it stopped being just that. That night in the shower… Something changed. I saw through your disguise then.”

“Anon I wasn’t wearing a disguise then.”

“No, you were. It’s the same one that you always wear. The strong, tough shell that you want everyone to think is the real you… that melted away then. You were just… You. A gentle, caring, hopeful lover, the part of yourself that you hide because you’re terrified of it. The part of myself I hide because it only ever hurt me.”

She looked up at you, a thought brewing, “We really are one and the same, aren’t we.”

“In a lot of ways, yes. We’re both lonely, we both want something we’ve never had, we both have deep insecurities about ourselves,” you chuckled, “And we’re both the fucking worst at emotions.”

“Hey! I did fine before you came along and started asking me to feel things.”

“You’re doing fine now too, bugbutt. I know it’s complicated and messy and I’m probably the single worst person to experience all of it with, but I’m trying my best, Em. I’m doing it for you.”

“I’m… You know I’m trying too, right?”

“Of course silly, I don’t need fucking fireworks to know that you’re trying. I can feel it.”

“You’ve been able to sense emotions this whole time and you didn’t tell me?”

“No, that’s not… you don’t need to be able to detect love to know when it’s there.”

“How does that work?”

“I don’t know, but it feels… It feels warm. Like coming in from the cold on a snowy day, or taking a hot shower first thing in the morning… It makes everything feel just a little more alright.”

“I hope I’ve made you feel a little more than alright.”

“Oh, more than you could possibly know, you sexy bug. But this feeling, it’s always there. It’s latent, a constant reminder of the fact that we belong together.”

“It’s always there…” she thought, “You mean you haven’t been feeding me this entire time?”

“Wait, you feel it too?”

“I thought you were just feeding me . Ever since, I don’t know… sometime in Canterlot. It’s just been constant and intoxicating and… well why do you think I’ve been spending more time on your dick than off lately?”

“Em, you know you can spend as much time on my dick as you want.”

“Don’t,” she stopped you, “Don’t cheapen this.”

“Sorry, I just… It’s baked in, you know.”

“Well you can’t ruin the moment if you can’t talk…” she said, walking over to you. She beat her wings to get a little bit more height, levitating exactly at face level. Before you could figure out what she was doing, you felt her mouth meet yours, her tongue begging to taste yours. This kiss… It was different. Not in technique or pace… it felt more meaningful.

You broke the kiss, knowing for the first time, maybe since you got here, that no matter what everything would be fine.

“I’m still mad at you for saying that to her, you fucking idiot.”

“How can I make it up to you?”

“I don’t know. But I know how you can start.”

“Oh?”

“Lay down first.”

“Em, you’re not saying you…”

“Just lay down damnit. I’m still horny from earlier, and you’ve been talking about fucking me this entire time, and if you really mean what you said I need to feel it.”

“Wait, you really want to… After what I did? Um, I…” you trailed off, walking over to her bed and laying on it, “Whatever you wish, my Queen.”

“Stop that! I’m not even disguised as her,” she grumbled adorably, moving to climb onto the bed next to you, “Just… Just, say those words.”

You paused. Those three words had gotten you in so much trouble over your life. This might be the first time they got you out of it. Either way, you knew for sure; this time you meant it.

“I love you, Metamora. I always will.”

“H-Hive… Every time you say that I always feel like I’m going to explode. You don’t have any idea how powerful those words are.”

“Oh, I know exactly how much I make you squirm when I say…”

“Anon, don’t-”

“I love you.”

“Hha… Stop-”

“I love you, Em.”

“Anon, damnit don’t you-”

“I love you.”

“Nhh… You-”

“I love you so much.”

“Anon, I swear to the fucking hive if you-”

“I’ll always love you.”

“Stop!” she screamed, one wingbeat lifting her up from beside you. She landed back on top of you forcefully.

“I lo-” you started, feeling something covering your mouth. Something warm, wet… Wait did she just sit on your face?

“Try fucking talking now.”

You had a better idea. Actions spoke louder than words, did they not?

“Hha… shit… This was a mistake.”

God how you loved to make her squirm. Why was that so damn sexy? Whatever the reason, it was. You just kept at it, licking along her rapidly moistening slit.

“Oh!” she squealed, “N-never mind. Not a mistake. Definitely not a mistake.”

Damn right. You knew you had a long road ahead of you to make it up to your sweet, sweet mare. But if this could even go an inch of it, it was worth it. Shit, even if it went nowhere, you’d still do it. But you knew it did mean something.

“Anon, hive, don’t stop… Please!” she begged as she started to rock herself against you.

Heh, she thought you were going to stop. How fucking wrong she was. You only dialed up the speed, bringing your hands up to spread her pussy wide as you gave it all the attention you could. With your hands spreading her wide, you had much easier access to all the points of interest. You could lick her throbbing clit, guaranteeing a scream of pleasure. You could draw your tongue along her, leading her to press herself against you with more and more force. Or your favorite, you could thrust your tongue deep inside her, wriggling it around and watching her squirm at the completely foreign sensation.

“T-Two can play at this game, pervert,” she warned ominously. Suddenly you felt a warmth enveloping your dick, but her position hadn’t changed at all. You looked down from the small gap in your vision that she still afforded you and… shit, she was stroking you off with her magic.

Well she was right. Two can play at this game, but you didn’t fucking lose. You never fucking lost. And now was not going to be the first time. You pulled one hand away, leaving the other holding back her folds with a thumb. After awkwardly repositioning your hand for what you wanted to do, you staged two fingers at her entrance, rubbing lightly at her clit to moisten them and give her just the smallest taste of what was to come. Or who was to cum…

“Oh Anon… D-Don’t you dare!”

Too late. You plunged those fingers into her, immediately seeking out her g-spot. You knew well where it sat now, and it was positioned almost perfectly, just before your fingers ran out of length. You paused with a firm pressure against it, then you just dialed up that pressure as she kept squirming more and more. She came hard.

“We’re not stopping there, are we?” she asked, stroking you faster.

No. No you weren’t stopping there.

Author's Note

A few of you guys from comments yesterday expected this to be a cheap makeup sex chapter, and to a degree it still was. But to a larger degree, Anon is finding out that his actions have consequences, and he needs to tread carefully with her fragile little bug heart.

This chapter turned out exactly how I wanted. I couldn't have gotten closer to the picture in my head if I tried. Why is it that the chapters I'm the fondest of are always the ones where Anon spends more time talking than fucking?

I wanted to try and toss in a turkey joke somewhere, but there was just no stuffing it in. I bet you're thankful I didn't baste this chapter with bad puns. Nonetheless, Anon is thankful for his bug. And I'm thankful for you, reader mine.