Author's Note

Far from the Sun takes place after Meating the Family.
This chapter brought to you by EnticingCanine as part of the Extra Chapter Challenge.

Anon and Metamora experiment with a very receptive Aphelion.

To help this chapter make a little more sense, let me line up the relative sizes of creatures in "my universe":

• Changeling nymphs/pony foals are about the same size, standard to canon. Neither of these are featured (except for smol Chrissy in the very beginning), but helps to visualize.
• Changeling drones (first metamorphosis) are slightly larger than nymphs/foals but smaller than an average pony. This is where Aphelion would be, and she's small for a drone too ( <3 smolbug )
• "Specialist" Changelings (second metamorphosis) are the same size as ponies, which are the same size as in the show.
• Changeling and pony royalty are largest yet, once again the same size as in the show.
• Anon is large enough that even larger ponies (like alicorns) come up to chest level or so (before the horn) on all fours. Standing on their hindlegs they would be as tall as Anon, give or take.

Did that help or just make everything more confusing?

[Bonus][Act III] Far from the Sun

“God you’re both so fucking adorable,” you laugh, laying back with a Changeling in each arm and feeling like some dude in a beer commercial. Aphelion snuggled into you at this, smiling vibrantly. Metamora was, unsurprisingly, upset at being called anything other than tough or strong; she leaned away from you a bit, not content to take your “compliment” but not wishing to leave your lazy embrace.

“Oh come on, Em. Application has the right idea here.”

“Mr Anon?” Aphelion asked, “Why do you keep messing up my name?”

“Uh… Cause it’s weird and I can’t remember it. Like you literally only said it once, and you barely even said it.”

“It’s Aphelion,” she reminded gently, snuggling in a little closer still, “It’s a science word. It means the point of an orbit furthest from the sun.”

“Why would anyone name someone that?”

“The Changeling who raises a brood is responsible for naming all of them. They’re supposed to give them a name that represents who they are going to become.”

“So what does that mean you’re going to be?”

“It means I’m probably destined to stay in the hive my entire life…” she said with a note of sadness, “But that’s okay! Lots of Changelings do that!”

“That’s kinda sad… Aphelion, was it?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“So, uh, Em…” you ask, turning to the larger Changeling, “What does Metamora mean.”

“Oh… It’s a… well…” she started, a new shyness to her voice, “It’s a traditional Changeling name, you know… doesn’t really translate to anything.”

“What are you talking about, silly?” Aphelion corrected, “Of course it means something!”

“Aphelion, shut up,” Metamora begged.

“All the traditional names mean something! They’re especially meaningful! Especially a name as beautiful as yours,” Aphelion swooned, “It’s a kind of double meaning, actually. It usually represents an especially strong youngling that’s expected to go through metamorphosis early, but it also can mean something like ‘bringer of change’ I think. It’s a very old name.”

“Really?” you ask, deeply interested, “That’s really cool, Em. Even when you were a little baby Changeling somebody knew you were special.”

“Can you please drop it?” Metamora asked, tears in her eyes.

“Oh, Em… I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was gonna make you cry.”

“I just… It’s… I don’t want to have a beautiful, pretty name or be adorable or…” she trailed off, “I want to be strong and powerful and…”

“You silly little thing,” you chuckled, drawing her close to you, “Who says you can’t be all of the above?”

“I uh…”

“Cause you are,” you decided, pulling her closer, “You’re perfect, bugbutt.”

“W-Wow,” Aphelion exclaimed looking over you to stare at Metamora longingly.

“W-Weren’t you supposed to be fucking her or something?” Metamora asked you, looking away again to try and hide the smile on her face and the blush on her cheeks.

“I suppose I did say that…”

Aphelion instantly locked eyes with you, like a puppy waiting for a treat. She stole an occasional look at your stiffening cock, salivating as she clearly thought of having that inside of her.

“You sure you can fit all of this inside of you?” you asked, motioning to your half-erect cock.

Aphelion nodded. You had to applaud her ambition at least.

“Then what are you waiting for, come on, do whatever you want.”

“C-Can I really?” she asked, looking between you and Metamora for approval.

“Go wild, shrimp,” you coax, your dick springing the rest of the way to full mast.

She was on you before you even noticed her move, trying to get enough height to line the tip of your dick with her opening. But she was just too short, only managing to wiggle her heated sex against you. You weren’t going to complain, but you could sense her impending frustration, so you decided to give her a hand, or at least use one to line yourself up.

“H-Hive… I feel it,” she shuddered, “It’s s-so big.”

“Are you sure you can actually fit this, I’m almost as long as your entire leg, small fry.”

“I can fit it!” she pouted, pressing harder against you but getting nowhere, “Changelings are flexible.”

You felt the absurd pressure of the drone pressing back on your dick, starting to spread her unbelievably tight lips around your head. Eventually you felt yourself sink in slightly further, your head now far enough that you weren’t in danger of being immediately pushed out. But she kept going, sinking down millimeter by millimeter as her indescribable tightness coiled around you.

“Fuck you’re so damn tight,” you grunted, resisting the urge to grab her and slam your rod home.

“B-Big!” she squeaked, her wings and legs twitching from the overload of sensation you were giving her.

You couldn’t resist any longer, you grabbed her midsection and pulled her down on you, trying to be as gentle as possible despite your burning need. She squealed at the new source of pressure, your grasp driving you forward as your shaft rubbed past her g-spot. She froze as that happened, her entire body locking into place momentarily as if you caused her entire mind to reboot.

Fuck, you weren’t even a quarter of the way in yet, and you could already tell you’d be running out of room soon. But that was something to worry about when the time came. You had more distance to cover first, and that was first priority right now.

As you just crested the halfway mark, you felt yourself brush up against a firm, unyielding barrier inside of the diminutive bug, her eyes going wide as she looked to see how much of you remained.

“K-Keep going,” she demanded, the lower half of her body going slack as she tried to relax.

“Won’t that hurt?” you ask. You knew that cervices were not for penetration, you weren’t some 16 year old reading shitty fanfiction, after all.

“Y-Yeah but it’s a good-hurt… I think,” Aphelion answered, “Plus supposedly stallions do it all the time when their dick flares…”

“More than I need to know, shrimp.”

“S-Sorry…”

“Hey, no apologies. Just less talking about other dicks and more about how we’re fitting the rest of mine.”

She stayed silent, of course there really wasn’t all that much strategy to discuss. You let her rest for a moment before pulling her back up slightly and then spearing her down once more. You felt a little bit of give against that firm torus, coupled with a vicious shudder across Aphelion’s entire body. You tried again, feeling yourself start to spread her deepest barrier around the head of your cock. You didn’t pull back this time, just pressing forward against the impossible tightness as you felt it finally start to yield.

“O-Oh Anon… I’m gonna…”

You felt yourself slide past that barrier, easily sinking the rest of the way into her as she became twice as tight. You held her as she rode out what you were sure was the first of many orgasms to come. But as you started to lift her back up, you noticed something happen. Or rather, you noticed something had happened, too fast for you to see it in action.

In one quick blur, Metamora had launched herself at the bug on your cock, pulling her free from you with a motion so quick you were surprised it didn’t take your dick along for the ride, and launching them both past the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

“Metamora!” you scolded, “I know you’re jealous, but come on.”

You got to your feet, looking down to where the two had landed and trying to make sense of what you saw.

“It’s Aphelion’s…” you paused, more confused at what you were looking at, “Turn?”

Metamora was kissing the smaller Changeling, wildly, carelessly thrashing about as she let her hooves roam all over while her mouth locked with Aphelion’s

“Fuck,” you cursed, watching the two Changelings intertwine.

“Hive,” Metamora purred, nipping down Aphelion’s neck, “you’re just way too cute.”

“Em?” you asked, “Is this… Do Changelings normally do this?”

“First time…” she started, nuzzling her way down the smaller Changeling, “…for everything.”

“What about me then?” you questioned, “I need somewhere to put my dick.”

“Just watch the show for a minute,” Metamora commanded, her head now between Aphelion’s hindlegs, “Then you can stick your dick wherever you want.”

Fine, if that’s how it was going to be. You could wait, but you sure weren’t going to go easy on her because of it.

“M-Metamora!” Aphelion squealed, feeling warm breath between her legs.

“Jeez small fry, you seem even more excited about her then you were about me…”

“That’s because-” she tried, seizing up as Metamora made contact, “That’s because she’s a v-very important Changeling and… and she’s… My- Aah I could explode.”

Metamora didn’t pause to qualify her importance, she didn’t need to. She was being strong, powerful, beautiful, sweet… You wonder if she knew.

She just kept kissing, licking and nuzzling between Aphelion’s spindly legs, earning a song of moans and squeals.

“Fuck, Em,” you groaned, grabbing her from behind as you tried to turn your exclamation into reality, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Wait!” she paused, drawing away from the drone below her, “I’ve got a better idea.”

She looked back at you and grinned. If you weren’t rock-hard yet, that would have been all it took.

“Aphelion, on the bed!” She commanded, the drone complying without a second’s hesitation. Metamora jumped atop the splayed-out Changeling, wasting no time as she started to grind her hips against Aphelion’s.

You didn’t waste any time either, bringing your cock to rest between where the two mares sloppily joined together. You pushed forward gently, pressing slightly into Aphelion again.

“A-Anon” they both squealed in unison. This was perfection.

As you sank further into Aphelion, you felt Metamora grinding herself against your shaft. You grabbed her tail and pulled gently, causing her to shudder against you. It was much easier to thrust into her, between Metamora’s juices coating your dick and Aphelion’s hyper-eager state it was as if almost all of the earlier struggle just melted away.

Before too long you had a steady rhythm going, slowly increasing the pace but still rocking back and forth with determined measure. That could only last so long though.

“Harder!” Aphelion screamed, her voice becoming muffled as Metamora moved to silence her with a kiss. You gave up on pacing yourself and just decided to go hard. Aphelion screamed in ecstasy, possibly in orgasm. Definitely in orgasm as her tightness doubled again. On a back stroke you felt yourself pushed out, your dick glancing off of her and causing you to fill Metamora instead.

“Oh A-Anon!” she shuddered, your sudden penetration driving her over the edge. But you were only getting started. You weren’t ready to give in yet. You thrust deeper inside Metamora, reveling in the familiar, inviting feeling before pulling out more intentionally and pressing again against Aphelion.

This pattern continued for quite some time, a few deep thrusts inside Metamora, then shallow, frenetic thrusts inside Aphelion, then repeat. They were still kissing relentlessly, the sensuality of their embrace almost enough to send you over the edge. You had to warn them…

“Fuck, I’m-”

“Outside!” Metamora yelled as she rolled off of Aphelion.

“Outside? Are you sure?”

“Paint me,” she begged, spreading her legs as wide as she could with Aphelion doing the same next to her.

So you did. You stroked yourself vigorously, staring at the pure hunger in the eyes of your Changeling conquests, their vastly different but still equally erotic bodies making you weak. You let loose, your cum spurting forth as you aimed to equally cover both needy mares.

It didn’t seem like that much when you came inside, but when you were done you had absolutely soaked them. Every inch of them was covered in your sticky, white essence. They both sighed, panting in tired ecstasy as you finished.

Mission success.