Author's Note

Honey:Moon takes place after A Changeling of Heart but before Fuck you, I'm you!
This chapter brought to you by nearlyepic1 as part of the Extra Chapter Challenge.

Luna has always been the curious, inquisitive one. While her sister is content to call upon the knowledge of others, Luna has always preferred to make her own observations. While she has many curiosities about Changelings that Metamora is happy to indulge, she isn't prepared for how hands-on those observations will become.

[Bonus][Act IV] Honey:Moon

“Metamora!” Luna called out happily as she rounded a corner and all but ran straight into you, “We have finally tracked you to this very spot! Had we not known it to be untrue, we would suspect you were avoiding us!”

“H-Hi Princess,” you stammered, both comforted by her childlike exuberance and terrified by her predatory determination, “H-How can I help you?”

“Well,” Luna said, her voice dropping in pitch and volume, “We have some curiosities that sister could not satisfy. Curiosities about you, dearest Metamora.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I follow,” you apologize, trying to determine if there was innuendo to her words, or if Anon had just perverted your sense of normlcy.

“Nonsense! We just mean to ask a few questions, possibly gather some data if you are willing to indulge the wanderings of a Princess’s mind.”

Well it wasn’t like you could just say no after all, was it? You may be a Queen, but disobeying a Princess, especially the cute one, seemed like a bad idea.

“Of course, Princess. I’d be happy to help any way I can.”

“Splendid!” she squealed, prancing in place adorably, “Please, follow us so we can go somewhere more relaxed.”

And follow you did. Even with your conditioning to labyrinthine structures from years in the hive, you still couldn’t quite keep up with all the twists and turns as fast as Luna took them. It was a surprise, then, when you ended up in front of a pair of ornate doors you were familiar with.

“We hope you don’t mind. This is one of the few places where we can let our mind truly free. This room is very much a room for the soul, or at least moreso than the surface of the moon.”

“So you actually remember…”

“Quite a bit, Metamora. Nightmare Moon was an affliction of the body, and a plague of the heart. But the one domain she never entirely commanded was the mind. We can still feel her deep inside of us: hurting, scheming. While we take a twisted delight in knowing that she is trapped as we once were, there is a sorrow in realizing there is a part of us that is trapped forever.”

You were speechless, there was definitely more to the lunar princess than you had assumed.

“We say this because you are a powerful mare, Metamora. You stand to do things your forbears could never have dreamed, but with that strength comes also weakness. Weakness in that every faltering hoofstep amplifies itself. Weakness in that the foil to your personal strength is the fragility of those you love. Remember those weaknesses, because as soon as you forget them you become your own undoing.”

“Thank you, Princess,” you reply. There was a lot to unpack there, but you would take her words to heart.

“Think nothing of it. It is our duty to ensure nopony makes the same mistakes that we have. Life is too important not to make different mistakes of your own.” Luna concluded, “Now that we have imparted what wisdom we bear unto you, we would like to ask a favor in return.”

“Anything, princess,” you agreed.

“Do not be so quick to the cut, Metamora. As of yet you know not even what we would ask.” Luna chided, “We have a few objectives that we feel can summarily be achieved in a single act. Foremost, we have many questions we would ask you over many topics. Secondarily, we have a burning desire to study Changeling biology on a willing subject. But finally, albeit not least significantly, we wish to blow off a little steam.”

“You mean…” you asked, incredulous, “you wish to bed me?”

“Is that so surprising?” Luna asked nonchalantly, “You’re wonderfully exotic, kind and caring beyond reason and we suppose this would be a fair way to express our apologies for stealing your Anon.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that… Anon is… Our relationship is special. Even if he involves other mares, I know where his heart is.”

“Nonetheless, we should hope that you would accept our offer. We shall inevitably become close since you are royalty as are we, and we would hate for that to be tainted with jealousy or regret.”

“You want this, then?” you asked, “…to become close physically?”

“We do,” Luna nodded, blushing, “Anon is not the only creature that finds you attractive.”

“You think I’m attractive?” you asked with surprise. Anon was not so much of an enigma in that regard, but Luna… how could she find you attractive when just days ago you were a hostile, dangerous creature in her mind.

“Are you fishing for compliments, Metamora? ‘Tis quite unbecoming.”

“No I…” you paused, thinking about what you were actually doing, “Fine. You may experiment with me as you see fit.”

“Excellent!” Luna squealed, motioning with her hoof, “You’ll find the bed is quite comfortable. Please, make yourself at home.”

“Yes Princess!” you agreed, trotting over to the bed and taking care to leave nothing to the imagination. You settled in, letting your hindlegs drape off the edge of the bed, splayed out wide for easy access.

“So eager!” Luna chirped, “Let us begin gathering data at once!”

“Gather awa- Ah!” you shrieked in surprise as she dove right in, burying her snout between your legs. With as surprisingly shy as she was acting, she certainly didn’t hesitate where it mattered “N-No time for games, huh? A mare after my own heart.”

“We could not resist,” Luna answered, each breath sending a delightful shiver down your spine. As soon as she finished speaking, she returned to the task in front of her.

“I thought this was supposed to be a proper experiment…”

“Well we do have one question,” Luna asked almost ashamedly, “Are you… Are you receiving sustenance… love, as it were, from our actions.”

“I made a promise, Princess. I am not taking love. Not from you, not from anypony. What is given freely, though… that still feeds me.”

“Are we…” Luna started, a hard-to-place concern in her voice, “…giving freely?”

“You no doubt know the answer to that yourself, Princess,” you grin. She was positively radiating it, you almost wondered why.

“We hoped as much,” Luna shuddered, pulling herself away from your well-moistened marehood and crawling up the length of the bed. She nudged you onto your back and climbed atop you gingerly, “You are important to us, to all of Equestria.”

“Thank you Princess,” you smiled, looking up at her warm, matronly countenance as she looked to be deep in thought… thought about you, “What’s on your mind.”

“We’re a lot alike. Some vessels are darker than their contents. That makes them mysterious, shadowy, hard to trust…” Luna trailed off, “We trust you, Metamora. We once walked the trail ahead of you.”

“That means a lot to me, Princess,” you respond warmly, “But I didn’t expect you to be so sentimental.”

“We did not expect you to be so …sweet,” Luna countered, kissing you briefly, “You are more dangerous of an ally than you ever were an enemy.”

“You haven’t even given me a chance to be dangerous yet,” you chuckled, promptly flipping over and pinning Luna against the bed. You wasted no time in nipping gently at her neck, tracing a hoof down the length of her barrel until it dipped toward the warmer, softer flesh between her hindlegs.

“We thought we were supposed to be the ones performing the experiment on you!”

“You can stop me whenever you’d like,” you giggled, slithering between her legs and replacing your hoof with your tongue. Of course she wouldn’t stop you.

“Ah, Metamora!” she shivered, her intense reaction only driving you on, “Hah… Oh yes, Em! Keep going!”

Somehow hearing her use your nickname felt so right. Em wasn’t just some random Changeling, or some disguise you wore. It was the name for the part of you that was real.

“S-Slow down!” Luna whined, “You’ll make us…”

“Why slow down now? Surely we’re not stopping after one,” you reason, taking a long lick along her marehood to interrupt your pause, “Why not savor the next, or the one after that?”

“Oh fuck…” Luna whispered, the curse sounding out of place in the best possible way.

You kept pace with the princess’s now involuntary motions as her hips rolled against your efforts. She softly ground against you as you matched your rhythms to reach her sensitive bud just as her thrusts reached their apex. You could sense the inevitability and immediacy of the princess’s orgasm, almost being able to read her feelings more deeply than any other pony. As if she were playing with your mind… As if her true power in the bedroom had lie in wait for you to notice it.

“Luna I-” you tried as you felt a cocoon of warmth swaddle your mind. It was as if you were suddenly dreaming a pleasant dream, but all the while you were still wide awake. You could feel tendrils of her magic mapping your brain, whispers of her mind asking yours how they could make you feel loved, wanted, pleasured, welcome…

“Coming!” Luna exclaimed. You couldn’t tell if she spoke that aloud, or if you heard her in your head. Either way, it was as much a command as it was a declaration. You could feel everything, as your mind clouded over and your thoughts ground to a halt. You could feel what she was feeling, and what she wanted you to feel in turn. As close as you could explain it, you just got mindfucked.

But as you came down from whatever Luna had done to you, you saw something in your mind. Something you’re not sure she wanted you to see. Standing before you in a field of white were two mares, one a young, adorable light blue filly, and the other a dark, intimidating, regal mare. The small one bounded up to you, nuzzling against your side lovingly. The other mare spoke at a distance but she was speaking to somepony else, somepony right next to you:

“You don’t need to protect her anymore,” the shadowy mare declared, “Now it’s her turn to keep you safe.”

You glanced over to whoever she was speaking to, and you saw yourself, or rather, you saw the mare that you were before you met Anon. Dark, brooding, and devoid of emotion.

“I know,” the other you called, turning towards you with tears and hurt in her eyes, “but I don’t understand.”

The darker mare nodded in solidarity with that statement before beckoning back the filly still attached to your side. She ran back and embraced her darker counterpart just as happily as she had embraced you. You looked at your other self, moving to walk towards her.

“No!” the small filly demanded in Luna’s authoritative voice. The entire scene exploded into a million pieces, your vision slowly returning as you gasped for air like you had never breathed before in your life.

“You’re not strong enough to keep her in check. Give it time.”

“Luna, what was that?” you asked, concerned but also somehow at ease.

“You met Nightmare Moon. And yourself, it would seem.”

“How did…”

“You were inside of us,” Luna hummed in satisfaction.

“Did you mean to…”

“Not entirely. The clockwork of the mind manifests in strange ways,” Luna explained, “Your mind met ours in ways we’ve seldom seen.”

“I don’t really…” you pondered, “…understand.”

“It means that you have the potential to become a great empath, with the right teacher.”

“Are you suggesting…”

“If you’d have us as your teacher, we would be delighted!”

“The lessons would be like this, right?” you asked, humming in satisfaction.

“Yes!” Luna cheered, “We always wanted our own protege! And much more fun than Twilight Sparkle. Take that sister!”

“Oh, the fun has only just begun.”

“Em? Luna?” a sudden Anon questioned, “Are you two…”

“It appears…” Luna chuckled, “the fun has been doubled.”