“I’m not sure if I believe you, Anon” Atlas said, walking along the cobblestone street leading away from the library.

“I swear, she came on to me! First she gives me a fucking fairy dust boner, then she disappears my only set of pants, and then she just had to ride me just like someone else I know in order to do some kind of spell. Plus she’s a turbo nerd,” you finished, tightening the purple towel wrapped around your waist, “I don’t want to stick my dick in that! I mean I probably would have let it happen, but I wouldn’t have started it that's for sure!”

“I have no words…” Atlas sighed, leading you onward towards the inn where he stayed.

“Dude, it was all her!” you exclaim, clearly convincing Atlas of nothing.

“That’s not Twilight! She’s clumsy, sure. A little exuberant at times, definitely. But you’re the only creature I’ve met who is horny enough to try and seduce an entirely new species the first time you meet them.”

“Hey, I take my sex drive as a matter of pride, but you’re putting words in my mouth. Or ponies on my dick, as it were.”

“So you weren’t going to fuck her then?”

“I mean the thought did cross my mind. Plus she wanted it!” you explain, leaning in to whisper in Atlas’s ear, “She was even wetter than you were.”

“You’re so vulgar, you know that?”

“I had a troubled childhood and Internet access from a young age. Honestly, this is anyone’s fault but mine.”

“What’s an Internet?” Atlas inquired, “Wait, actually I probably don’t want to know. If it made you what you are, then it needs to stay in your world.”

“Hey, the Internet’s great yo! It’s like a series of tubes, if all those tubes lead to shit tons of porn. You fuckers do have porn here right?”

“I’m not answering that!”

“That sounds like something someone would only say if they knew what porn is. Fuckin’ score! Let’s go get some.”

“Anon, we’re already at the inn,” Atlas rebuked, pointing at the large, heavily windowed building in front of you, “And I wouldn’t even know where to look in Ponyville.”

“Fine, I’ll just have to make due with what I’ve got then,” you smirk, slapping Atlas on the flank.

“Celestia, you had to do that in front of the innkeeper, didn’t you?” Atlas scolded, “I bet she thinks you’re gay now.”

You immediately snap your attention to the timid and confused looking cream-colored earth pony behind the counter. “Hey! You!” you yell, watching her tremble slightly at your unexpected attention, “I’m not fuckin’ gay! Got it?” She just shrank behind the counter as Atlas hung his head in shame.

You followed Atlas as he trudged onward towards his room, sneaking in behind him as he held the door open in his magic. As the door shut behind you, you heard the deadbolt and chain both click into place, watching as the deep red aura around Atlas’s horn faded.

“Alright, now that we’re alone, you piece of shit, I’ve got things to say,” Atlas said, his voice shifting as the green flame followed shortly after, “First off, stop causing a fucking scene everywhere you go!”

“Uh… That’s kinda who I am. No promises.”

“Hive, you’re insufferable!” she snapped, throwing herself against what you now noticed was the lone bed in the room. “Why didn’t I leave you in those woods?”

“You know why.” You rebuked, dropping the towel you had been clutching for the better part of an hour now.

“I’m really not in the mood for your shit right now,” she exhaled, burying her head in the pillows. “Can you just leave me alone for a bit?”

“Fine. I’m going to take a shower. Alone, without anyone to bother me. Have fun being by yourself you friendless bug,” you spat. That was harsh, but she had been giving you shit all day for stuff that wasn’t even your fault! But the more you thought about it, the more you felt like the friendless bug.

You slammed the door to the small bathroom behind you, scoping out the small shower, awkward commode, and low-set sink. You didn’t really feel like taking that shower anymore, but you did kind of smell like a week’s worth of bad choices. You turned the faucet on as hot as it went, and waited. Within a few seconds the steam rose as the water cascaded down from a ceiling mounted shower head.

You carefully maneuvered yourself into the tight quarters of the shower, the hot water biting against your skin. But it wasn’t the water that hurt the most right now, what really hurt was the fact that you had just done what you always did. You fucked something up. Of course, Em could have cut you some slack, but you had just gone off on her for no good reason. You were frustrated at the wrong things, and it made you stupid. You weren’t gonna cry about it though, at least not in anywhere near her. Instead you concentrated on the scalding heat of the water, the pain dulling your own. The tears still came.

You went through the motions of your shower, thinking about how to apologize to the little lovebug who was your only friend in this strange, over-saturated, unfamiliar world. As you lathered soap across your chest, you didn’t even notice the door open, barely registering the shower curtain drawing at the other end of the tub. In crawled the very object of your concentration, her gaze diverted from you as she settled herself in.

“Hey, mind if I join you?”

“What are you doing here?” you questioned, your tone sharper than you meant.

“I-I… We shouldn’t fight like that. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, uh… Me too. I should have never said all that shit about…”

“It’s okay. You were mad. I was mad too. Let’s not be mad anymore. We need each other to survive.”

“We need each other for more than that,” you joked, except you were serious. You crouched down, getting as close to her level as you could. “Now in my world, when someone joins you in the shower, there’s a certain expectation.”

“Oh? Do you want me to wash your back?” Metamora asked nonchalantly, feigning ignorance.

You saw right through her though, reaching back with one hand to turn down the water temperature as you steadied yourself into a reclining position with the other. Once you freed your hand from the tap, you reached for Metamora’s foreleg, pulling her once more into an intimate embrace. “I want more than that, Em.”

“Hha… You’re not even hard yet and I can already feel the love pouring off of you. What’s gotten into you?”

You thought for a moment before answering, “Perspective.”

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“Well I realized, this, what we have right here, whatever it is…” you explained, “It’s special. I don’t know how I got here, and I don’t know if I’m here to stay, but…”

“Don’t say you love me, Anon” Metamora cautioned, “You know I can’t love back, right?”

“That’s not…” you started, “We’re not there yet. I still want you, Em.”

“Just like this?” she asked, nodding towards the holes in one of her legs.

“Just like this,” you confirmed, pulling her further up, settling her head next to yours as you wrapped your arms around her. Water cascaded over both of you, an additional warmth to your embrace.

She kissed you. Not the utilitarian kiss you shared the last time you made love, there was passion behind this one. It was a gentle, soft affair, her eyes squeezed shut as she rest her lips against yours.

“Are you ready?” She asked, breaking the kiss and staring deeply into your eyes.

“More than you know.” You said, feeling her shift her weight, the warmth between her legs coming to rest against your stiffening shaft.

“No dick jokes this time?” she chuckled, lining herself up against you.

“You’re really expecting me to ruin this mood?” you ask, breath catching as she slowly moves back and forth against you with agonizing, electrifying friction, “You know, I’ve heard that inappropriate jokes are supposed to be a defense mechanism. But I don’t have anything to hide from you.”

“Neither do I.” Metamora agreed, shifting far enough forward to release your member from between her thighs. She slowly lifted up and pressed her warm, slick opening against your engorged maleness.

There were no words as she descended on you. You watched the slow rise and fall of her chest as she took her time, letting both of you savor every last feeling as you sunk inside.

“Taking it slow this time, huh?” you asked as she bottomed out against you.

“I want it to last,” she said, slowly lifting herself up on shaky legs, “I don’t want this to end.”

“Me neither,” you admitted, reaching out to caress one of her sides as she once more descended upon you.

You continued on like this, Metamora gently, rhythmically rising and falling. Both silent - a deep, cavernous quiet as the only sound was the hiss of water as it rained upon Metamora’s carapace. After what felt like an eternity all too short, you felt her quicken her pace, her motions peppered with barely audible gasps and moans, her breathing and yours both accelerating.

“Hey Em?” you ask.

“Huh?” she prompts, locking her icy eyes with yours, her gaze full of unmistakable hunger.

“You don’t need to hold back. You’re not going to offend me if you cum before I do.”

“I’m not sure what’s going on. I thought I would’ve already made a mess of both of us.”

“Lemme give you a hand then,” you reply reaching your free hand forward and stroking at the crux of your union. A few circles of your thumb and her clit was evident, drawing a distinct gasp every time you crossed it.

“Those hands aren’t fair!” she whimpered softly, “And even gryphons and dragons don’t have the ones that stick out from the rest of them. What do you call them?”

“Thumbs?” you ask, drawing over her winking clit once more, “They’re the reason why we’re my world’s apex predator. We don’t have magic so opposable digits gave us the opportunity to use tools and assert our dominance over the rest of my world.”

“Mmh… I think I believe you,” she agreed, leaning into your touch. “I’m getting close though, are you?”

“Let’s just worry about you for now. You don’t need to hold out for me.”

“Oh, ah!” she stuttered, her motions starting to get more erratic. “Good, cause I’m so close I just-”

You thrust your hips up to meet her, watching as her gaze stopped tracking and her jaw slackened.

“A-Anon! I-I. This is so wonderful,” she confessed. You noticed that her reactions were much less dramatic than your earlier romp. Everything was slower, gentler, but somehow more intense. You could feel her insides trying to coax you toward that beautiful end as well, asking for that ultimate finality. As soon as her orgasm subsided, you noticed her tense up again, looking upward.

“Cold!” she shrieked before shutting off the water with her magic.

“Oh uh… Let me just get a towel and we can dry-”

“Stop,” she commanded, “Pick me up and stand up. Don’t you dare pull out.” You did as she asked, standing up while still maintaining a tight grip upon her, and while she still maintained a tight grip upon you. You felt a wave of heat pass along you as you noticed green flames wicking away any water on you.

“You know, there is only the one bed, Anon.”

“Yeah, I can sleep on the floor if you want… Can I borrow a pillow though?”

“That’s not what I meant at all!” she corrected, “I want you to finish what you started, and then we’ll share.”

“Deal.”

Author's Note

See, Anon can be sweet sometimes. All he needs is a dose of instantaneous crippling depression.

Have I mentioned that I really like the nickname Em? It's just so light and happy, perfect for a deranged alien sex fiend to call his kind of reverse-hostage bug pony friend.