Author's Note

This is the first of 16 bonus chapters from the Extra Chapter Challenge. For each of these chapters, I'll be placing the A/N at the top to tell you where in the story this chapter belongs as well as who is responsible for its existence, for example:

What Are We Gonna Do on the Bed? takes place immediately after the events of Bed, Bath, and …Further
This chapter brought to you by nearlyepic1 as part of the Extra Chapter Challenge.

This is a continuation of what I will maintain is still my favorite chapter. To get a second crack at the intimate, formative moments of Anon and Metamora's relationship... This was a real treat to write, and I hope it's just as good to read.

[Bonus][Act I] What Are We Gonna Do on the Bed?

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Stop!” Em squealed, writhing as you held on to her.

“Come on, you keep doing this every few steps. What’s up?” you sighed, you hadn’t even made it halfway from the bathroom to the bed and she’d stopped you three times now.

“S-sensitive!”

“Then do you want me to pull ou-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Fine, then I’m not stopping again,” you declared, starting to move.

“Wait Anon you can’t…” she started, realizing that yes, in fact, you could, “Fuck I’m gonna…”

You felt her walls tighten around you, imagining that her grip alone would be sufficient to keep her attached to you. Not that you’d let go of her anyway.

“Aaanon…” she called out, shuddering against you. Why was that so damn cute?

“Come on, we’re almost there,” you coddled her, holding her tight as physics and kinematics fought each other to keep her moving on your dick. You finally reached the bed, leaning over it to lay her gently against the mattress, taking care to ensure that you stayed firmly lodged inside her.

“Hhhive how is this so good?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, trying to situate you and her on the bed so you were both comfortable. Your slower gentler motions appearing to have calmed her down a bit.

“I… I’ve had so much sex in my life, Anon. It’s like, well… It’s like eating a meal, something I do to survive. But this… I’m not surviving anymore.”

“You look like you’re surviving just fine to me,” you joke, poking her gently in the side.

“That’s not what I mean,” she pauses, “I meant I’m doing more than surviving. For once the first thing on my mind isn’t where I’m going to get my next meal-”

“I’m offended! You’re not thinking about me right now? I-”

“Stop putting words in my mouth! You know I’m thinking about you right now. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and it’s driving me insane!”

“You know, that’s a huge ego boost,” you smile, driving yourself back into her, “I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

“R-Really? You’re just saying that…” she fidgeted, “Nopony would ever think of a Changeling like that…”

“You’re right. I am no pony,” you chuckle, “But I’m definitely thinking of you like that. You’re… special.”

“Special?” she asked, “Special how?”

“Well at first it was the sex,” you admitted, starting to thrust gently, “But then it was something else. For whatever reason you actually care about me. You don’t pretend to care about me just to get what you want, you actually do care.”

“I…” she hesitated, “you know it’s only survival, right? I don’t… I can’t have feelings for you. It’s not possible.”

“You keep telling yourself that as much as you need, but for better or for worse you know that I’m more than just your next meal.”

“You’re… Alright, I am curious. A fantastical new creature that can give love without running out…” she mused, “Well, you’re special too.”

“I don’t feel special,” you start, slowing your motions again, “I feel normal, complete, happy.”

“Happy…” she mused, “…Me too. I never really knew what I was missing… It’s nice.”

“Wait… You’ve never been happy?”

“No… It’s… I haven’t felt a lot of things. We don’t really tend to do much of that,” she explained, “But why not special? Surely this is out of the ordinary.”

“Being special has only ever hurt me.”

“Yeah… You’re telling me,” Metamora sighed, “I’m a Changeling that looks like one thing but does another. I’ve worked my ass off to be the best Infiltrator I can but every little mistake… It’s like the whole world’s watching, just waiting to point and laugh.”

“I hope I’m not a mistake.”

“No! Hive no! You’re…” she paused, “well I’m not really sure what you are, but you’re definitely not a mistake.”

“Thanks, Em. And you’re the best Changeling Infiltrator I’ve ever met.”

“Anon, I’m the only one you’ve met.”

“Well the rest are going to have a tough time catching up then,” you laughed, pushing forward more abruptly, “you’ve already done so much to sway my opinion!”

“Then maybe I should do a little more, just to be safe.”

“Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we could maybe cork the deep, existential conversation and go back to that other thing?”

“Less talking, more dicking?”

“Yeah… That,” she agreed, “But no need to be in a rush about it.”

“Gentle…” you thought aloud, “yeah… gentle is fine.”

You leaned down, letting your elbows support you as you moved your arms to hold underneath of her. You pulled her against you, letting yourself delight in the strange sensation of her hard chitin against your skin, feeling as if your contact alone would warm her otherwise cool exoskeleton. She seemed to melt into your hold, wanting to be one with you in every possible way. You were just as eager to experience everything she had to offer, leaning in until she was pressed into the bed once more. You let your hips roll forward, sinking back in to her as far as your position allowed.

She moaned softly as you held, an even pressure against her as you speared her as deep as you could. She squirmed against you, trying to get just that little bit more, but she got nowhere. You, against her subconscious protest, started to withdraw, slowly, agonizingly retreating from her depths as you fought the amazing pleasure from her warm insides. You felt the cool air on your unsheathed shaft, waiting for the briefest of moments before letting yourself once more drive yourself into her.

You held onto this rhythm for what felt like an eternity; slow thrust, hold at the apex, measured withdrawal. Back and forth and back and forth, you felt yourself riding a cloud of pleasure that clouded everything that wasn’t her, but still you felt yourself edging no closer to that inevitable climax, simply maintaining the wonderful, blissful high you were both in.

But you wanted more. You needed more, and she did too. You could see it in her face as you craned your neck to look at her, the solid aqua of her eyes somehow betraying far more emotion than you’d ever known. Something about her drew you in, beckoning you onward, asking you to give her more. And so you did. You arched your back, getting a bit more leverage on her but also bringing your face closer to hers. You could see how her breath hitched every time you hilted yourself, how she shuddered as you pulled out, how she bit her lip as you sank back in… All of it was so beautiful but you just needed…

More.

Before you knew it you had picked her up again, pulling her against you as you all but sat upright. You sought the one last place where the two of you weren’t currently connected, your lips drawing near hers as she tilted her head to meet yours. You both hesitated before the kiss. This meant something, more than just something to keep you occupied while the lower half of you trudged on. This kiss wasn’t a convenience, it was a message. As your lips finally met, you could hear that message loud and clear. This was more than just physical, there was more to this for both of you than just a release or a meal or whatever excuses you made up to justify it.

You’re not sure which one of you was most scared by that realization. Her eyes betrayed that concern, a wonder you could only guess at. She hadn’t - couldn’t have felt something like this before. This was special, but you wouldn’t let it hurt you and you definitely wouldn’t let it hurt her. And that’s what terrified you most of all. For the first time in as far as you could remember, you wanted this to work out not because of any dividend of physical or emotional pleasure it brought you but because you knew that you wouldn’t be the only broken one if it didn’t. You cared for this little bug and that terrified you. Stripped of your world, your clothes, your… everything, but she gave you so much more. If anything were to take her from you…

Fuck.

You pulled away from the kiss, looking for the words to say to make it all right, to lay it out without ruining the mood. You got close.

“I’m scared too, Em…” you admitted, “but we’ve got each other. We have to have each other.”

Her expression softened and it looked like she was trying to say something, but the words never came. That was fine, you knew what they were anyway.

You picked up the pace, wanting more, wanting to give her more, wanting what came next for both of you. As you sped up, she nodded in agreement little gasps joining the quiet symphony of her reaction. You fell forward again, pinning her once more to the bed as you drove yourself into her with increasing speed. You could feel yourself finally climbing that peak once more, marching evenly toward the summit. You could tell she was also drawing near to her own release, her gasps and moans growing louder, occasionally peppered with a whisper of your name.

“Em…” you started, “Are you…”

“So close, Anon,” she answered “Just keep going. I want it all inside.”

“Fuuuck” you groaned, feeling your balls tense at her provocation.

She was going to get it all. Every last drop was ready to spill forth and satisfy her request, you just had to hold out until you knew she was there too. At this point you were thrusting as hard as you possibly could, pounding her into the bed with as much speed and force as you could muster. Fuck she had to be right on the edge, you just needed to hold out a little longer. You clenched every muscle you could hoping to delay the inevitable, waiting for…

“Fuck, Anon! I’m gonna cum!”

Bingo. You let go, allowing those first ropes of seed to paint her insides. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you felt that pressure dissipate. She tightened around you, milking you for all you were worth and then some. Her hooves, which had been mostly motionless this entire time flew up to grab at whatever part of you she could get a hold on.

“Oh god, Em…” you sighed, feeling the last of your cum evacuate you. She hummed her approval.

You just laid there for what felt like forever, not moving even the slightest as you just concentrated on the moment. Everything was perfect. She was perfect. Ever since you woke up in magical talking pony land, things just kept getting better. The mental dilemma of whether or not you were fucking a horse had played in your mind off and on since you got here, but in this moment you realized that it didn’t matter. Metamora was quickly becoming everything you’d ever wanted, and it didn’t matter if she was a human, a pony, or some kind of creature that pretended to be a pony. You made her happy, she made you happy, and you both had something to give each other. You gave her your love, sustaining her physically, but she gave you so much more; she gave you companionship in your loneliest moment, she gave you direction when you were lost, but most importantly, she gave herself - no matter how hard that was for her. You could hardly put that perfection into words.

“That was…”

“That’s the best sex I’ve ever had,” Metamora swooned, “And Anon… I’ve had a lot of sex.”

“Fuck, Em… You can’t just say things like that. You’re gonna get me hard again!”

“I don’t see why that’s a bad thing.”

Maybe you were falling in love after all…