You awoke with a start once again, jolting awake for no good reason. This time however, Metamora was not a crumpled heap on the ground next to you. No, she was very much awake and was staring at you with a predatory glance. Fuck you loved her so much. Even in the middle of a forest after a crash landing she’s still ready to go.

“I don’t know what you are, but you smell delicious,” she swooned, “I intend to take my time with you.”

Was she really… Fuck, roleplaying your first ever time together? Crash landed in a forest and sex was still on her mind, fuck you loved her so damn much. Your dick was already stiffening through your now well-worn pants.

“Oh no, a strong and powerful Changeling has found me all alone in the forest…” you mock, “Whatever will I do? I hope she doesn’t suck the love out of me!”

“Quiet creature! I don’t understand what you find so funny, but I intend to get my use out of you. If you’re cooperative, I’m in a mood to reward you.”

“Oh? And how would you do that?”

“I could change into anything you want.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, I’ve got a bit of a Changeling fetish. You know, something ‘bout the leg holes gets me hard as diamond.”

“You think this is funny?” she snaps, baring her teeth at you, “You think this is a game? Well we’ll see who’s laughing when I’ve taken all of your love.”

“Em, can you tone it down a bit? Like I’m all for the predator prey shit but I still wanna know it’s my bug in there, ya know.”

“What are you talking about and who is Em?”

“You… uh… Actually I’m kinda uncomfortable with where this is going. Can we maybe just scrap this and call it off for now?” you ask, trying to get back to your feet.

“Sit down, human!” she screamed, her words giving her pause, “Human… why is that word familiar?”

“Wait hold on…” you realize, “You’re actually… did you forget who I am?”

“What’s there to forget? We’ve only just met.”

“No that’s not quite it. Come on, snap out of it.”

“What are you talking about? Are you sure you’re all right in the head?”

“No, but I’m positive you’re not. Metamora, something is wrong.”

No sooner had you finished your sentence than she had pounced on you, holding you down with her hooves as she bared her fangs at you.

“How do you know my name?” she snapped, “What kind of sorcery is this?”

You couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. That fall, or the rock that caused it must have given her some kind of amnesia. But to have forgotten everything between the two of you, that hurt on a completely new level. Did it hurt more to think that she could so easily forget you, or to realize that she couldn’t remember what you shared for herself?

“Promise you’ll listen if I tell you?”

“You think you can compel me to make a promise?”

“I think you’re curious enough to listen,” you answered, reaching out and grabbing her.

She struggled in surprise until she realized she couldn’t escape your grip. After she worked out of her desire to struggle, she silently resigned to her new state. You wondered if she could feel the love even like this.

“I know your name because, well…” you respond, “I couldn’t ever forget someone as special as you. And I don’t think you’ve forgotten me either, I just need to refresh your memory.”

“I told you, I don’t know you!” she whined, struggling briefly against your grasp.

“That’s just not true,” you disagree, stroking her mane with one hand, “no one’s ever known me like you do. And I’ve never known someone as well as I know you. I love you, Metamora. More than anything else in this world or mine. And I know you love me too.”

“Impossible, I’d never waste love I gathered by giving it to some other creature. That love belongs to the hive!”

“It’s not love you gathered though,” you correct, “Can’t you feel it? Sure, there’s love you gathered, but there’s something else, isn’t there?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the love you’ve created. Deep inside you there’s a little spark of something different, a spark of your love.”

She looked at you as if you had just revealed her deepest secret to the entire world, staring in shock and mild disgust.

“No!” she yelled, wiggling against your hold “Let me go! What kind of trick is this?”

“This isn’t a trick, Em. This is real life. You’ve spent the last few weeks with me, learning what it means to love, learning what it means to be loved.”

“I spent the last several weeks following that stupid Unicorn and he’s dead now! What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You really don’t remember any of it, do you?”

“How many times do I have to tell you I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

“Then settle in,” you said, spinning her around to lay in your lap as you propped yourself up against a nearby tree, “It’s storytime.”

She didn’t resist your repositioning, snugly coming to rest with her head under yours. You wanted to imagine that’s because there was a part of her that wanted what you were saying to be true.

“So it all started in the Everfree Forest. You found me after I crash-landed in this totally unfamiliar planet out of the middle of nowhere. You harvested my love not once but twice, which as predatory behavior goes was really not all that bad. Then you, well… you got lovedrunk. You told me about your disguise, Atlas-”

“First you know my name, now you know my disguise!” she struggled again, “How do you know who I am?”

“Let me tell my story!” you demand just a bit indignantly, “So you calm down and then we go to meet Twilight Sparkle. You introduced me to her, she ran some tests, we almost fucked, it was a whole thing. Then we went to your room at the inn and… That was the first time we made love, you and I. Before that… I mean here in the forest it was just physical, but we both wanted what happened that night in the shower and after…”

You paused, a fuzzy warmth welling in you at just the thought of your first time together. She shuddered too, but you weren’t sure if that was her doing or if she just could tell what you were feeling.

“Then we went back to where I landed with Twilight and you almost got yourself caught. Then we fucked again. Then Twilight wanted to run more tests which was secret code for wanting to fuck me. Then you got all jealous - sorry, Atlas got all jealous because I stole his mare. Then we fucked again, and then the Princesses showed up.”

“This story has a lot of sex in it. How did you get it up so much? And why didn’t taking so much of your love kill you?”

“I dunno, I’m fucking special or something, I guess. But yeah, we did. Less so when we got to Canterlot, but when we did… It meant a lot more. We didn’t do anything that first night, you thought it would have been too risky. But the next day we ran all over Canterlot and then I told you that I loved you. Man I remember how pissed you where when I said that. You still had so much to learn. But we went on our first date, me as myself and you as a gorgeous green mare you called Emerald. Second most beautiful mare I’ve ever met. Course without the disguise you take number one so…”

“Why are you so… You’re so happy about falling in love with a Changeling. Nopony’s ever fallen in love with a Changeling.”

“Nobody had fallen in love with a Changeling. But I did. After that night we… things were different. A little gentler, a little more sensual. The next time we… Well you just asked me to hold you. And I did, and I told you I loved you, and then… That was the first time I saw whatever the thing you do with my love is… I honestly can’t describe it but you do it like every time now. That was the first night you tried to say it. You tried to say that you loved me. I remember how sad you were that you couldn’t, but you didn't need to, I knew… After that we ended up getting caught in the Royal Archives and I evidently teleported us your hive.”

“You claim to have been in the hive? That’s impossible. No creature has ever escaped the hive.”

“I know at least four royal guards and one human that disagree with that,” you led, moving on, “So yeah, we spooked the shit out of everyone there and that gay Changeling, what was his name… Pharynx! He plastered me to a wall! Then you explained everything and he let us go, but not without a babysitter. Man, I miss Aphelion, she was so adorable. I bet she’ll grow up to be just like you some day, strong, powerful, lovable. Anyway… We fucked and then we went to see Queen Chrysalis and then we fucked, again, in front of her. And then turns out she got lovedrunk so I fucked her too…”

“You’d dare insult my Queen by claiming to have lain with her?”

“Well, turns out I’ve fucked two Changeling Queens. And that’s actually the next part. After I said some dumb shit you ended up getting jealous, rightfully so, and stormed off. We made up and then, well, you turned into a Queen. And I’d like to take this moment to remind you that you’re just so beautiful.”

“You… You really do love me, don’t you? If this is true, why can’t I remember it. If I could love, why don’t I…”

“I’ll help you remember. Do you want to remember?”

“I… continue your story.”

“Right. So as soon as you turned all of the sudden we were captured by the angriest Royal Guards in existence. They took us back to Canterlot where they locked us up in a dungeon. Princess Celestia or… maybe not quite Princess Celestia tried to rape me and make you watch. I learned that I had magic powers and, well… we diffused the situation. Turns out she was just lonely. But that was the first time you gave up love. You let me love her and I think that showed us all something. After that they decided to make us official citizens of Equestria and… Well, that’s still my favorite moment of this whole thing.”

“Why is that?” Metamora asked, definitely engrossed in your tale.

“Because that’s the first time you told me you loved me. I…”

“I told you I loved you?” she asked, a note of hopeful belief in her voice.

“Yeah. It was such a special moment. I… I don’t think there will ever be something as precious to me as that moment. As precious to me as you.”

“Anon…” she whispered, looking up at you.

“I’m sorry, this whole thing, just… I’m so sad that you can’t remember. Not just for me, but… I love you so damn much I can’t bear to imagine us apart.”

“Anon…” she said, just a little louder this time.

“Just… No matter what, I’m gonna keep loving you. I won’t stop loving you until you remember, and then I still won’t stop. Just… I need you, Em.”

“Anon,” she interrupted, raising her voice, “I love you!”

“You remember?”

“Of course I remember. I can’t believe I could have ever forgotten you. I’m so sorry.”

“I knew you'd remember. I love you too.”

Author's Note

Nothing like a brief amnesia trope to prove true love.

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