Author's Note

Centaurea Cyanus takes place immediately after the events of Everfree At Last.
This chapter brought to you by nearlyepic1 as part of the Extra Chapter Challenge.

Here you go. Your first heaping helping of shy inkeeperpone. I love her.

[Bonus][Act I] Centaurea Cyanus

“So uh…” you paused, “…Not running and screaming is a good start.”

She just stood there, her cream-colored cheeks tinted a rosy hue.

“Well then, how about we start with your name.”

“C-Cornflower,” she said, quickly enough that you almost mistook it as a sneeze.

“Right, well then Cornflower… Let’s make a deal.”

She nodded, walking closer.

“Well what is it that you want? Because I promised Em I’d keep her secret, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen. And I have a feeling that she would too.”

“Em?” she asked, taking a few steps.

“Oh jeez, where are my manners. Introductions! So I’m Anon, I’m a human. And this,” you start, thrusting into her, “is Metamora. And if you’re still trying to figure it out, yes she is indeed a Changeling.”

“C-Changeling…” Cornflower mumbled, drawing closer still.

“Come on, Em. Say hi.”

“H-Hi… I’m… Metamora.”

“Hello” Cornflower hesitated.

“Do you only ever say one word at a time?”

“S-Sorry. I…”

“Two words, better. But come on… What do you want? I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to buy your silence.”

“Can I watch?”

“Can you watch? That’s all? Well of course you can watch! Fuck, we’ll put on a damn show, right Em?”

“Y-yes… T-Thank you Cornflower.”

“She’s not good at long sentences either when I’ve got my dick in her… kinda makes it hard for her to focus,” you thrust, punctuating your last word.

“Oh!” she squealed.

“See, my little bug here is extra special. Not only is she adorable as fuck, but she’s also incredibly turned on by the thought of being caught. So, Cornflower… have you ever seen a Changeling have an orgasm?”

“N-No?”

“Would you like to?” you asked, your hand moving to find Metamora’s clit.

“Anon you can’t…” Metamora begged, squirming as your hand found its target.

“Not much longer now. With as horny as she is and how sensitive her little lovebud gets… She ought to cream all over me right… about…”

“Aaaanon,” Metamora sighed, shivering against your hold.

“Fuck… That’s what I’m talking about. But you’re probably looking for a bit more than that, aren’t you Cornflower. Well I think I’ve got just the idea.”

You craned your head down to whisper to Metamora, quiet enough that Cornflower couldn’t hear.

“Hey Em… Wanna really put on a show?” you whispered, “I bet she’s never watched herself get laid before…”

Metamora looked up at you with confusion for a moment before she caught on to your idea, nodding in agreement.

“Yo Cornflower, take a look at this,” you called, gesturing toward the Changeling beneath you. A green flame spread across her, revealing a powder blue mane and cream colored coat in its wake.

“Fuck, Em… you really think she’s that tight?” you ask, adjusting to the new pressure on your dick, “Man if you’re right I’m really disappointed she just wants to watch.”

“I think she… Ah!” Metamora cried out after a particularly fierce thrust, “might change her mind… Ah! …after she sees how good you can… Fuuuuck.”

“That so?” you ask, turning to the real one, “Cornflower, what do you think about that?”

“I…” she blushed, shivering at the thought.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to decide now. Wouldn’t want you to make a decision before you’d seen the full experience anyway.”

“F-Full Experience?” Cornflower asked.

“Oh yeah… You’re probably wondering why I haven’t come yet, right? I mean every other stallion would have by now, right?”

She nodded.

“Well… Ever seen a Changeling disguised as yourself have an orgasm? How about three?”

“Fuck” Metamora whispered under her breath, looking up at you with both trepidation and intense hunger in her eyes.

You had set yourself up for success. Three times? You could manage that without even having to tease her. But what fun would that be when you could tease her. So you picked her up in one smooth motion, holding her against you as you turned to sit at the edge of the bed. And there she was, sitting in your lap, legs spread for all to see what lay between them. You bounced her on your lap, letting your dick move abruptly back and forth inside her as you worked up to a good pace in earnest.

“There we go,” you applauded, “That ought to give you a better view… I think Em even likes being watched.”

“I do not!” she protested, squirming weakly against you. You responded by bringing your hand back between her legs, rubbing just above your union, “S-stop! You’re gonna make me…”

“Cum?”

“C-Cummmmm!” she squealed, her legs snapping shut and trapping your hand in between them.

“You can watch a little closer if you want, Cornflower. Come on, get right up in there.”

She did as you suggested, sitting by the edge of the bed with her head a foot away from the action. You could see clearly that she was turned on, not needing the clue of the hoof between her hindlegs to tell you what her face plainly showed.

“Oh you naughty mare, Cornflower… Seeing yourself come make you all hot and bothered? What happens when I do it again?”

“Anon…” Metamora shuddered, spreading her legs as far as she could.

“Yeah… You definitely have a thing for being watched. Naughty Changeling.”

“S-Shut up!” she whined, her legs shivering.

“I thought you liked being a naughty Changeling?” you joked, freeing your arms to hold her against you, “You can’t honestly expect me to believe you’re doing this all just for the love.”

“I… I-” she froze. You hesitated too as you suddenly felt a new presence between your legs.

Cornflower was licking you. More specifically she was licking Metamora. More specifically yet she was licking Metamora disguised as herself.

“Oh yeah… Go Cornflower!” you cheered, coaxing Metamora to spread her legs again.

“I’m gonna… C-Cornflower!” Metamora squealed, her thighs snapping shut to trap the earth pony mare in between them. You felt her tighten internally, the pressure almost unbearable as she rhythmically clenched against you. Cornflower hummed in approval, still dutifully lapping at your union.

“Come on, Cornflower. We gotta make her cum one more time and I’m getting pretty close too.”

“O-Okay…” she hesitated, as if being given direction suddenly made her participation taboo.

“You were doing so great! Don’t stop now! Come on… you see how bad she’s winking? That’s all for you.”

Cornflower seemed to think it over, shuddering as if some part of her pushed her forward while another held her back. Eventually the part of her that was egging her on won out, pushing her forward. But she didn’t lick this time, no. She had another plan. Her lips encircled Metamora’s pulsing clit, applying gentle suction.

Metamora responded immediately to the increased stimulus, her entire body shaking violently as she tried to cope with the pleasure from you inside of her and Cornflower out. But you could tell it was having the desired effect. Metamora was teetering on the edge of her latest orgasm, her juices drenching your cock and Cornflower’s muzzle.

You finally let the last bit of restraint inside of you die, thrusting upwards in reckless abandon. You just kept driving yourself in and out as fast as you could, past the point where you could have held back your orgasm if you wanted to. It was just a matter of time before you flooded that tight earth pony pussy. You felt Metamora bear down on you one last time, making it harder to keep moving as you realized that your end would come as soon as you let it. So you did, uncorking the dam inside of you and letting your voluminous seed flow forth. Cornflower watched in amazement as your balls twitched, your cock throbbing in tandem with each jet.

Her eyes lit up with that same hunger you saw in Metamora so frequently. She almost seemed to be glowing with anticipation. Then, right as you overflowed your bug and the first drips of your seed poured free, there she was, lapping them up like the finest wine. Fuck you were really starting to like this mare.

“Fuuuuck” you sighed, the tandem pleasure of Metamora’s milking contractions and Cornflower’s attentive tongue sending you into orbit. You fell back against the bed, Metamora landing atop you as your dick slid out from inside her. Cornflower was there immediately to lap at what leaked from Metamora’s still winking pussy.

“You… You two are something else, you know that?”

Metamora giggled, the sensation of pleasure from Cornflower’s continued attention making her squirm.

“So, Cornflower… you want round two?”

She instantly perked up, staring first at you and then down at the floor as her nerves caught her again.

“Oh, you don’t have to be shy!” you encouraged, “Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll lay down and close my eyes real quick. If a Cornflower happens to hop on my dick, well then I guess that’s fine - I wouldn’t even know if it was the real one or not!”

You did as you said, laying back on the bed, rolling Metamora off of you as you reclined against the pillows at the head of the bed. Before too long you felt a shuffling of hooves as one of them climbed on top of you. The real one, you hoped. She was so eager before… You had to reward her for that. At just the thought you felt yourself stiffen, the soft brush of fur and the warmth of someone on top of you didn’t help matters either. Before too long you could feel the heat in between her legs, your member coming to rest against her hot, wet slit.

“See, no clue which one you are,” you said, opening your eyes, “so you can pretend to be a shy, cautious inkeeper or a hungry, headstrong Changeling… I wouldn’t know if it’s real or fake.”

“S-Shut up,” she ordered, grinding herself back against you.

You complied. You’re glad she at least decided not to be shy about it. She just kept rocking back and forth on you until finally she got into a position where you suddenly started to spread her open. She froze temporarily, shuddering before she started to sink down onto you.

“Fuuuuuck,” you groaned, “Man, Em, I’m sorry for giving you grief about it. She’s way tighter than that.”

“Y-You know?” Cornflower called out from atop you, still sinking down until she bottomed out on your shaft.

“I knew either way, silly. Em’s too nice to steal your chance, even if she does want it so bad.”

“I’m so embarrassed!” she squealed, her body seeming to betray her words as she lifted back up.

“What’s there to be embarrassed about? Sex is completely normal!”

“I-I…” she hesitated, her hips starting to roll against you.

“That’s the spirit.”

“S-Stop teasing me!”

“Oh,” you feign shock, grabbing her sides and taking control of her, “You want me to stop teasing? Whatever you want.”

You were not gentle. You thrust into her with the same wild frenzy that you had shown Em earlier, suddenly watching as her expression went blank and her eyes rolled back.

“Fuck, you feel wonderful. I always did have a hair trigger the second time aro-”

Fuck.

You felt her bear down on you, tightening so tight that you thought your dick would explode. And then you did, feeling your second orgasm of the night hit you just as strongly as the first time. You held her down on your shaft as you both rode it out.

She collapsed against you, satisfied. You both reveled in the sweet, sweet afterglow, still holding each other tight.

“So…” you broke the silence, “Do we have a deal? Your silence for as much of me as you can handle?”

She looked at you with a mixed look on her face.

“Fine, Metamora too. God knows she’d eat you up if you gave her the chance…”

“Not literally!” Metamora chided.

She nodded. A lot.