“Anon, that was amazing…” Metamora swooned, laying on top of you. Just the feeling of her lying on you was serene bliss, equally as good as anything that came before. In this moment, the world was at peace.

“I can’t believe you made me cum… how many times was it again?” you asked, feeling the first signs of soreness in your horribly abused dick.

“I lost count… Less times than I did.”

“Honestly, Em. I’m not sure how you’re still in one piece. That was something else.”

“You’re something else,” she purred, nuzzling your cheek.

“Do you believe me now? I mean sex isn’t everything, but was that enough love to prove my point?” Wow, what a day. You never thought you’d ever value something more than sex, but hearing yourself say those words, you knew they were true.

“I’m sorry Anon. I never should have doubted you.”

“Em, that’s not how this works. You should absolutely hold me accountable when I fuck up. I did something stupid and it hurt you in ways I didn’t even understand. If you didn’t tell me and just bottled it up, that would be a problem.”

“You’re right. But we shouldn’t fight like that. That was…”

“Ugly,” you finished, “Yeah. I’m sorry about that too.”

“It’s okay… We got through it. Just like we’ll keep doing, right?”

“Right. We can get through anything. I love you.”

“I lo-” she paused, grimacing, “Ow!”

“Em, it’s okay you don’t have to…”

“Ouch! Ow! Hive, it burns!” she screamed.

“What’s going on?”

“Please! Make it stop!”

“Em, what’s going on. Tell me what’s happening!”

“I’m… Anon it hurts so much!” she cried.

“Calm down and tell me what’s happening,” you begged, pulling her tight to you, not knowing what else to do.

“S-Stop! That’s only making it worse!” she yelled, thrashing violently to get out of her grasp. As soon as she freed herself she tried to use her wings to get away from the bed, only managing to tumble through the air and land on the ground awkwardly.

“Come on! Tell me what the fuck is going on!” you demanded, launching to your feet as well.

She breathed sharply for a moment, not saying anything, just shivering and taking deep, heavy breaths.

“Em, this isn’t normal. I’m freaking the fuck out, come on.”

“It’s-” she grunted through clenched teeth, “It’s gonna be fine, just wait.”

“Just wait? You look like you’re about to have an aneurysm!”

“I’m fine,” she hissed, relaxing just a little bit, “Just give me a minute.”

“Fine! Just tell me what the fuck is happening!”

She paused, not answering you immediately. She just continued to breathe deeply, occasional shivers of pain running through her and eliciting small groans from her.

“Anon, This is…” she paused, clutching her stomach, “I think this is metamorphosis. I’m going to be a Queen. I’m going to-”

“Oh god, you’re going to get stuck in a cocoon and leave me alone to fend for myself and prevent you from being detected so Chrysalis doesn’t rip you from your cocoon and eat your intestines to absorb your power!”

“Wait, what?”

“I can just see it now - Twenty two, uh, chapters… of nail-biting suspense as I have to singlehandedly juggle all this responsibility!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can see it, I dreamed it! We need to conceal your cocoon somewhere! Quick-”

“You really have the weirdest imagination. No, metamorphosis is usually quick for Changelings, in fact…” she froze, “Fuck.”

Flash.

“Ugh that doesn’t get any more fun the third time around.”

“Oh my god, I was so worried! I saw your entire life flash before my eyes,” you paused, contemplating what you just said, “That sounds weirder than I thought it would…”

“Well, how do I look?” Metamora asked, twirling in place. Before you stood a creature remarkably similar to Queen Chrysalis. There were significant changes, however. Where Chrysalis had a disheveled green nest of hair tangling down her neck, Metamora bore a long, flowing pink ether that danced to and fro as if they were alive, much like that of Luna or Celestia. The odd hole seemed to interrupt the shimmering volume here and there, similar to the holes still in her legs. Where Chrysalis had transparent bluish wings atop her green and teal carapace, you could only see the tips of her wings poking out from under her carapace, a kind of pearlescent effect to them. Her carapace itself was a vibrant magenta, contrasting with her hair so wonderfully. But, just like they drew you in when you first met, the most spectacular part of her new form were her eyes. They had taken the cat-eyed design that Chrysalis bore, but her irises were that same purple that colored Pharynx’s eyes. God you could look at her for an eternity, just… She was beautiful, in a way that you’d never have thought you’d appreciate; even though you had grown to love her previous form, this was a whole new level.

Of course now it was time to sum up all that you had thought, trying to bring words to something that defied them. But as you tried to string your thoughts together, you felt a chilling presence approaching you, something that set you off-kilter.

“Quite beautiful. The third metamorphosis is always such a thing of wonder. It’s such a shame though…”

“Wait Chrysalis no!” you screamed, turning around and getting into a grappling pose to catch her before she could lunge for Metamora.

“No what?” Chrysalis asked, tilting her head to the side.

“You’re going to take advantage of her freshly metamorphosed state and turn her internal organs into a pudding, leaving her empty exoskeleton as a trophy to hang upon your wall, a warning to those who cross you.”

“Hive, I’m going to be sick,” Metamora coughed.

“He really does have the weirdest imagination, you’re right,” Chrysalis agreed.

“You’re killer murderbugs of doom! There has to be a bloody fight to the death, right here, right now!” you scream, “I can’t let you two kill each other!”

“Anon, hey…” Metamora started, placing one of her now queen-sized hooves on your shoulder, “Calm down, no one is killing anypony. This is actually a fairly normal occurrence.”

“Yes,” Chrysalis acquiesced, “A new queen means potential for a new hive, a chance to double our ranks, a chance to become more powerful. I couldn’t be more proud to see one of my most talented little Changelings rise to the occasion.”

“Huh? I just figured you’d be jealous of her.”

“We don’t get jealous, Anon. We get stronger.” Metamora explained.

“That’s rich coming from you, Em. You still have a grudge against Luna, Twilight, probably Chrysalis, maybe even Aphelion...”

“Shut up!”

“She’s right though. I myself was the third standing Queen when I ascended. It was such a wonderful moment. Something I thought I might never see with my own eyes. I’m so glad that I did, though. You can’t know how proud I am. Even in these dark times, this- this is hope.”

“I’m so happy,” Metamora cried, “Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever come close to you, my Queen.”

“I’m no longer your Queen, Metamora. We are one and the same. You’ve certainly proved that to be true since you’ve been here, and now you show that power in this new form. …Although this is quite a marked departure from the traditional appearance.”

“She looks like she stole Pharynx's, colors. Just better looking.”

“Pharynx, Hive bless him,” Chrysalis snarked, “he’s always been a bit odd. Not near as strange as his brother, but they were both oddities.”

“You’re trying to say that they’re gay, right?”

“Anon!” Metamora chided.

“Hah! Their orientation is none of my concern, although I’ve known them to both be flexible when the need arises. What I mean is that they were both unprecedentedly… expressive? Much like you have been of late, Metamora.”

“Hear that, Em! You’re fuckin’ gayyy.”

“Anon, do you ever stop?” Chrysalis asked, her shock standing in lieu of Metamora’s.

“Sorry. I’ll shut up.”

“Anyway, Metamora. I can’t say that I’m disappointed. Your new form is clearly a vestige of this love that you’ve found, and that you’ve formed within yourself. I am sorry I did not believe you earlier, but if your Anon’s love is enough to transform you on the spot, surely I must admit I was wrong. You look delightful, even if your mane does look like one of those pony princesses.”

“And you’re taller now!” you winked, “You know what that means.”

“Can it wait for at least fifteen minutes? I’m still sore and the metamorphosis isn’t helping.”

“Oh my,” Chrysalis giggled, a sound that nowhere near befit her personality. “Hey Anon, close your eyes for a moment.”

You did as you were asked, even holding your hands over your eyes for added concealment. You heard whispers from Chrysalis and giggles from Metamora, hooves shuffling to one side of you as their conversation subsided.

“Alright, you can open your eyes now, Anon.” Chrysalis said, her voice coming from behind you. You opened your eyes and turned toward the source of the sound, seeing the two identical Changelings standing in front of you. They had both taken the image of Metamora’s new form.

“Who’s who, Anon?” they both asked in unison, voices identical as well.

“This is an old Changeling ritual,” one of them started.

“A young Changeling would be asked to find the impostor,” the other added.

“An older Changeling would be asked to remain undetected,” the first continued.

“Of course it’s not really fair asking you. You don’t have magic, you can’t see emotions… Really I doubt you’ll be able to figure it out.”

You paused and looked them over, staring intently at one and then the other. Eventually you settled on the one on your right, taking a knee and reaching out to cup her chin in your hand.

“You can’t hide from me, Em. I’ll always know you, nothing could stop that.” You taunted lovingly, leaning in to kiss her gently. A lone tear ran down her cheek as her breath hitched in her throat.

A nearby green flash and Chrysalis’s voice confirmed what you already knew.

“Never have I known a Changeling Queen to have been loved as she were, Metamora. Consider yourself very lucky. You are destined for great things, I can already tell. Were you not such a strong and deserving Changeling, I might find myself jealous. But instead I am filled with hope and excitement.”

“It’s okay Chrysalis, I’m sure you can find someone that will fill you with more than pride and accomplishment or whatever,” you joked, making lewd hand gestures.

“You are so crass, Anon. This is the most important moment of your love’s life and you would make a sex joke of it?”

“I’m just so proud of my little bugbutt that I can’t help but crack some bad jokes. I love you, Em.”

“I-I…”

“Shh… You don’t need to say a word.” Chrysalis soothed, wrapping a hoof around Metamora and drawing her into an embrace. “My kingdom, and all things in it belong now to you as well.” She mirrored your actions and kissed the newly minted queen just as you had.

You were still kneeling down with a front-row seat to this touching display, your heart fluttering as you could sense the mutual admiration between these two creatures.

Within moments you felt an unmistakable stirring in your loins as your queenbreaker moved to make itself known. Were you wearing pants they surely would have been vaporized by the sheer physics-breaking event of your enormous dick’s current rise to power.

“God damnit. I just got rid of you!” You chastised your dick, loud enough to draw the attention of your amour and her former queen. Except where you expected a look of disgust or even mild disappointment all you saw was hunger. And then you hit the floor.

Fuck.

Author's Note

I poured my heart and soul into this act. Finally we get to see the culmination of it, the physical transformation that I'm sure many of you have been expecting (because it is the obvious trope). We got to take a nice break from the overall plot of the story to develop our characters just a little bit more (and fill the time with gratuitous amounts of human-on-bugpone sex). However, starting tomorrow we're back to srs bizness mode for a bit, although no promises that there won't be lots of Anon having, being, or using a dick.

I'm glad y'all are sticking with me through this. Even when I (intentionally and unintentionally) do some stuff that might be annoying or hard to follow or dumb. You guys are the greatest and hearing that you're enjoying this warms my cold, dead heart.