Author's Note

Ovi-positive takes place after A Changeling of Heart but before Fuck you, I'm you!.
This chapter brought to you by omnislash772 as part of the Extra Chapter Challenge.

Anon's definitely not gay, but between Pharynx's past advances and his twisted dreams as of late he's understandably concerned. He needs to clear the air once and for all, but(t) when his marefriend is way more accepting than he expected, no harm can cum from just a bit of experimentation... Right?

To answer the question everyone's obviously asking... No, I do not own a Krubera from Primal Hardwere in Changeling colors. No I have not owned it for far longer than this story has existed. Definitely not. Nuh uh.

[Bonus][Act IV] Ovi-positive

“Em?” you call, rolling over to face her in the spacious bed, “Em, wake up!”

She groaned softly, moving only a hair but quickly returning to her motionless state.

“Em this is serious” you say, your voice breaking a whisper as you reach over to jostle her gently, “Come on, wake the fuck up ya bug.”

“W-What” she calls groggily, “Anon it’s the middle of the night, what could you possibly-”

“Now that you’re a Queen and all… how do you procreate?” you ask, not beating around the bush.

“Anon? You know how I procreate! We’ve done it more times than I can count.”

“Nonono, how do you, ya know… How do Changelings have kids?”

“Wha… Why is this important right now? Can’t this wait until the morning?” she moaned, rolling to face away from you.

“I just… There’s something I need to know. I won’t be able to sleep until-”

“Relax, Anon. You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not trying to have offspring.”

“That’s not… Uh… Just tell me how Changelings reproduce, please?” you plead, trying to roll her back over to face you. “Technically, on a detailed level. Like specific mechanics.”

“You have the weirdest questions,” she deflects, a bit of unexpected happiness in her voice. “But I guess I can humor you this time. If you promise that you’d be up for a hands-on demonstration later…”

“Actually that’s um… I don’t think I’d… Just tell me how it works first.”

“Dude. You’re being really weird. Since when do you turn down the chance for hot, wet bugpony sex?”

“Since you’re going to shove your enormous egg dick in my ass and fuck me until I’m pregnant with thousands of your eggs!”

She flinched, then coughed, then started laughing uncontrollably, shaking the entire bed with her mirth.

“Seriously, Em! It’s not funny. My ass is off limits!”

“No, it’s totally hilarious. That’s not… That couldn’t be further from the truth. We don’t lay our eggs in other creatures.”

“So it’ll just be for your enjoyment when you rape me with your ovi-prostate… er ovi-post-it… uh…”

“Ovipositor,” she answered.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH” you screamed in response.

“Relax, Anon. I don’t have one of those either.”

“You… You don’t?” you ask, “But my dream!”

“Wait, you dreamed that I fucked your ass full of eggs?” Metamora giggled.

“YES! And it was awful. It hurt and I didn’t like it, and it was gay!” you explained

“Then why’s your dick hard, huh?”

You glanced between your legs, looking to confirm your suspicion. She was absolutely right. “I don’t wanna talk about it. Just… now that I know you’re not going to be putting anything inside my butt let’s just forget we even had this entire conversation.”

“It wouldn’t be gay, you know…” Metamora corrected.

“What part of taking dick in the ass isn’t gay? Huh?”

“You’re really hung up on this, aren’t you?”

“NO! I’m not fucking gay, Em.”

“You’re so dense sometimes, Anon. What exactly do you think it means to be gay?”

“It means you like taking dick in your butt!” you explain. Fucking simple as that.

“Oh Anon, you’re the most sexually powerful creature on this planet and you honestly think that’s all it is?”

“Duh. It’s fucking simple, Em. Dick plus ass equals gay. Dick to dick, gay. Balls touch, gay.”

“That’s actually… quite an offensively simplistic view of homosexuality.” Metamora admonished, frowning slightly, “So it would be gay if you fucked my ass, just like that one time you said it was a ‘mistake’. Sure it was.”

“No! That doesn’t count cause you’re not a dude!”

“Right… So imagine we’re having sex and I reach around with my magic and gently, delicately stroke along your taint…”

“Em, I’m already hard. If you just want sex all you have to do is ask.”

“Bear with me. Stop me when this starts to sound gay,” she pauses, “In the heat of the moment, my magic slips higher, a firm, warm pressure against your asshole.”

“Kinky, but nothing weirder than some of the other shit we’ve done…”

“I get caught up in the moment, carried away as all of the sudden that gentle pressure spreads you just a bit more and then…” she winks, “Pop! All of the sudden my magic is gently exploring you, moving in slow ebb and flow, softly caressing your walls. After a few strokes the magic keeps coming, converging into a cylindrical projection that spears your insides.”

“Wow Em, is this what your sex dreams are like? Cause Maybe you don’t have to let dreams be dreams, ya know.”

“Oh, we’re only getting started. The magic starts moving deeper. All of the sudden you feel something. Something strange, unfamiliar. A pressure inside you that feels almost like you’re cumming, but you’re not. You realize that my magic is hitting your prostate and it feels amazing. You ask me to keep going and out of nowhere I roll you onto your back, jumping on top of you. That cylinder of magic attaches itself to my hips and I start thrusting, driving it into you and pulling back out with each thrust.”

“When’s this supposed to start sounding gay? Just sounds like some really kinky foreplay to me.”

“You’ve never heard of pegging?”

“Is that one of those little table games they have at restaurants, you know with the golf tees and stuff…”

“No Anon, it’s a sex thing. It’s when somepony wears a dildo and then fucks somepony else with it. It can be gay if it’s two stallions, it could be lesbian if it’s mare on mare, but what would it be if a mare were to do it with her coltfriend?”

“S-Straight?” you hesitate. Was it?

“There we go!” she cheers, “So in more relatable terms, if I strapped on a fake penis and fucked you until you came all over yourself, that would be…”

“Straight,” you answer grudgingly. You now realized where she was going with this.

“So being that I’m a Changeling, rather than going out and getting a dildo, I just poof a dick into existence, a broad green lance between my legs. That one’s still…”

“You’re pushing it, Em…”

“I haven’t even gotten to the egg laying part yet!”

“Em!”

“Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t resist. But really, I’ve heard from some male Changelings in the hive that, gay or not, they immensely enjoy anal stimulation in the proper setting.”

“Yeah, but you’re freaky sex bugs! It’s what you do!”

“Admittedly the concept of sexuality does weigh less on my kind than it would on most, but nonetheless we all have our preferences, Anon. You know I certainly do.”

“S-So do I! J-Just because I’ve thought about it doesn’t mean I’m gay!”

“You’re right, it doesn’t. Sexuality isn’t meant to be binary, no two creatures like the same things, and as long as you’re not harming anypony there’s nothing wrong with liking what you like.”

“A-and if I maybe thought about… a man, er stallion, er whatever. A-Am I still straight?”

“You’re whatever you want to be,” Metamora confirmed, “Not to trivialize your feelings, but they’re just labels. Your desires aren’t any less valid because they don’t fit within somepony else’s lines.”

“E-even if I want to s-see what d-dick feels like?”

“It’s natural to be curious, Anon. Everypony needs to experiment from time to time.”

“Can you show me, then?” you asked nervously.

“Show you what, Anon?”

“Your ovi… egg whatever.”

“You know I don’t actually have one of those, right?”

“Come on, Em…” you begged, “Please?”

“Fine,” she grinned, a green flame bursting between her legs, revealing a hefty sheath, “But you have to get me hard.”

“Ffuck…” you swore, your face on fire as you stared betwen her legs.

“We can go as far as you want.”

There was something comforting about that statement. You watched your arm extend out as if it had a mind of its own, moving towards the fleshy pouch between her hindlegs. The closer you got to your target, the shakier your hand became. You shivered as soon as your fingertip brushed against that warmth, earning a shallow moan from Metamora. Emboldened by the pleasured sound of your partner, you continued on, your entire hand coming to rest against the warmth of her sheath.

“Oh… ohfuck” you shivered, noticing the first signs of movement as the first peek of verdant shaft escaped its charcoal covering. Before you could even think about it, your hand closed around the quickly growing mast, gripping it gingerly but sill strongly enough to feel each rush of blood as it pooled within the enlongating organ.

“Mmm, you’re good at this,” Metamora teased, “Sure you haven’t done this before?”

You didn’t respond. You just kept stroking as the inches kept coming, watching as her ovipositor gained more definition. The smooth, slick shaft ended in a gentle taper that seemed like it would stretch you just right. Then there was that opening, splaying just a tad wider with each pulse of her shaft. You felt an overwhelming need to touch that tip, to play with the slick fluid seeping from it.

“S-Shit, Anon!” Metamora squealed as you rubbed a thumb against that opening. Her hips started to jerk involuntarily, forcing you to grasp her shaft tightly as she thrust against your grip. “Hive, I can’t believe I never thought to do this before.”

You just let her keep going. It was clear that she was enjoying herself, and for once you were honest with yourself - you were enjoying it too. Every thrust, moan, or dribble of warm pre was an affirmation that it was okay to feel the way you did. Or at least, the only person you could confide such secrets in was very understanding. Either way, you were making your bug squirm in all the right ways.

“F-Faster!” she demanded, her hips frantically trying to fill that ask as much as you were. You held tightly onto her shaft, letting her slick lime-tinted precum coat your hands as you jerked her off as best you could.

“Nnh, fuck Anon! I’m gonna cum!” Metamora yelled, her entire body arching rigidly as she convulsed in the throes of her impending orgasm. You kept going, giving her those last few strokes before she let loose.

You could feel that moment as soon as it came, one enormous pulse through her shaft as she screamed incoherently. No sooner had you realized what was happening than an enormous jet of milky seed shot into the air, crashing back down to cover her dick and your arms right as the next powerful spurt shot forth. Just as quickly, you realized it was such a shame that her potent seed was going nowhere, and before your heteronormative trappings could stop you, you dove in and sealed your lips around her shaft.

She squealed even louder, the third jet even stronger than the first due to the increased stimulus of your mouth. You’d heard that jizz was supposed to taste awful, but that was the last thing on your mind. The warmth, the feeling, the sheer volume of it forcing you to swallow without thought… You all but came yourself as the last few jets of her orgasm tapered off. When you finally locked eyes with your newly endowed partner, she was blushing like you'd never seen.

“Hive, that was so intense…”

“Yeah,” you sighed sadly.

“W-What’s wrong?” she asked back worriedly.

“I thought there would be eggs?”

“That’s not how…” Metamora tried, her worry replaced by confusion, “I don’t just cum eggs, Anon.”

“But you could, you know…” you intimated, “If you wanted an egg… right?”

“We’re not going to be getting any sleep tonight, are we?” Metamora asked in a soothing, prideful tone, her honeyed words as much a compliment as a taunt.

“S-Shut up. You’re cute when you’re smug, but you can be a real pain in my ass.”

“Oh? Can I…” she giggled hungrily as she lunged for you.

“No! Shit, wait…”