And Provocative Propositions
“And you’ll be back Monday morning?” Thunderlane asked, for the umpteenth time that morning. In the dim, pre-dawn light, he looked over to the young woman.
“Yes,” Anon exasperatedly sighed, looking over at the stallion. Adjusting her shoulder bag, she brushed dust and hair off her t-shirt and shorts. She was pretty sure they were clean; although, even if they weren’t, at least they weren’t filthy.
For whatever reason, the Wonderbolt had decided to accompany her to the Ponyville railway station, even though it was much earlier than when he’d normally begin his day. Anon’s train, unfortunately, was scheduled to leave at four AM, which was unfortunate for a number of reasons. First of all, due to a chronic case of procrastination, she’d waited until the night prior to pack. Secondly, partially because of the aforementioned preparations, she hadn’t slept a wink all night. Thirdly and lastly, she’d be dead tired by the time she arrived at her destination.
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Nearly a week ago, while at work, Anon ran into Ocellus and Twilight at Roseluck’s shop. For all intents and purposes, it had been a seemingly uninteresting encounter, save for one small detail. Neither the human woman, nor changeling mare, had ever encountered the other before. Of course, once Twilight dissuaded her from grabbing a fly swatter, after spying the strange bug-horse, a discussion arose.
The Princess of friendship, somewhat nonplussed by Anon’s reaction, issued her an assignment. Since she’d arrived in Equestria, she’d essentially sheltered herself in Ponyville. True, she’d been integrating well with the townsfolk, and especially with Thunderlane, but there was an entire world of sapient creatures out there. As such, and considering the reformed changelings were, as Twilight put it, “super-duper friendly”, she was advised to pay them a visit.
Even though Anon was a grown woman, having finished school some time ago, she’d been given a homework assignment. While she wasn’t sure what, if anything, would happen if she chose to ignore it, she simply decided to comply. After all, she’d really rather not go cheesing off one of the four demigod Princesses of Horse Land. And so, she’d arranged a visit for herself.
~
Shaking her head, Anon looked over to Thunderlane. For the dozenth time in the last twenty minutes, he launched himself into the air, presumably to look for the oncoming train. She watched, as his ears perked up, just before he came racing back down towards her.
“It’s almost here…” he glumly stated, casting his gaze to the stone below him.
Rolling her eyes, and smiling to herself, Anon stepped closer to him. Though he’d never admit it, she had a sneaking suspicion that he was actually reluctant to see her leave. It was cute, even if it was totally unnecessary. She’d only be gone a few days; besides, it wasn’t like he’d gone most of his life without having her around.
Bearing all that in mind, and being a level headed, reasonable young lady, she chose the only reasonable course of action. “Don’t tell me you’re actually going to miss me?” she gasped, dramatically holding a hand to her bosom.
“No...Well...Maybe? I don’t know!” Thunder frustratedly shot back, his cheeks darkening. “It’s just that I’ve never been to the changeling hive, and I’ve heard they’re...weird,” he conspiratorially added, lowering his tone.
Anon couldn’t help but chuckle at the remark. “Twilight said they’re fine now, so don’t worry,” she reassuringly said, before closing the gap between them.
Hearing the distant sound of the train’s horn, the stallion almost seemed to deflate, causing Anon’s brow to crease. He’d been strangely anxious about her trip, but he hadn’t voiced any solid justification for his worry. Stooping down, Anon wrapped one arm around Thunder’s shoulder, causing the pony to turn. As their eyes met, she leaned in close.
“Hey, big guy, I’ll be fine,” Anon whispered, delicately kissing his forehead. Before he could react, she locked one arm around his neck, while she ground the knuckles of her free hand into his mohawk. “Unless I get body snatched by the shapeshifting bug-horses!” she laughed, wrestling with the stallion in her grasp.
“Hey! Quit it!” Thunder protested, wriggling free. The surprise attack brought a smile to his face. Unfortunately, the moment of levity passed, as the locomotive grew closer. Peering up at his friend, he forced himself not to look melancholy. “Just be careful, ok?”
Getting to her feet, and scooping up her satchel, Anon fought to remain cheerful. “You too -” her final word was cut off, as the train’s horn blared again.
Throwing her bag over her shoulder, she stepped towards the passenger car’s opening door, just as an attendant peeked out onto the platform. The little mustached stallion, seeing that Thunder and Anon were the only two present, looked up to the woman.
“Well, little Missy, seems like you’re the only passenger we’ll be having this morning,” the crew pony noted, adjusting his hat.
“Looks like it,” she said, looking back at Thunder. It may have been her imagination, but he really did look down in the dumps. “Quit your moping! If you don’t, I won’t bring you back a souvenir!” Anon shouted, over the rhythmic thrumming of the train’s engine. Even having said that, his expression didn’t change.
“Alright, we may as well get moving, if it’s all the same to you,” the attendant stallion said, disappearing back within the locomotive.
Nodding, Anon followed and seated herself just beside the entrance. As the train lurched forward, beginning its journey, the doors closed. Situated as she was, the woman looked out the window and waved at Thunderlane. He’d get over his funk pretty quickly...she hoped. Reclining back, she blew him a kiss, before digging into her bag. Using an extra t-shirt as a makeshift pillow, she made herself comfortable. There was no sense in having some heartfelt, protracted goodbye, even if he was a good friend; well, maybe a little more than a friend.
A few nights ago, after having had a couple drinks with the stallion, they’d done the do. What had started off as a fairly innocent line of questioning led up to them exploring one another, inside and out. Honestly, since she would likely be trapped in Equestria for some extended period of time, it had been bound to happen, sooner or later.
Thunderlane had been the first pony Anon had met, upon her arrival to magical horse land, and she considered him a trusted friend. He’d helped her get a job, shown her around town, and even allowed her to stay with him. In short, he was just a damn nice guy, and she couldn’t consider herself more lucky for initially bumping into him.
As the train trundled along, she mulled over her time in Equestria, as well as her experiences with Thunder. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavy, leading to her nodding off in her seat. With the ride scheduled to last several hours, she didn’t mind, especially because there was nobody else to talk to on the trip.
...
Something gently jostled Anon’s leg, causing her to bolt awake. Semi-conscious, with her mind fogged by sleep, she looked around. After a second, she wiped the crust from her eyes, before peering down at the same attendant from earlier. It was only then that she realized they were no longer moving.
“We’re at your stop, Missy,” the stallion softly noted, nodding to the open door beside her.
“Thanks,” Anon grumbled. Standing up, after cramming her spare shirt back into her satchel, she looked outside.
She must’ve slept like a brick, because it was already well past noon. Unlike the Ponyville station, the platform which Anon stepped out onto was relatively barren. Only a lone, seemingly empty booth sat beside the tracks. Lack of a distinguishable settlement aside, there was still plenty to look at.
Lush, rolling hills stretched into the distance, punctuated by small groves of trees. The sun was just beginning its downward descent, dipping towards the horizon. Songbirds were singing, a light breeze was blowing, and everything was painfully peaceful; which raised a question. If there was supposed to be a city of changelings around, Anon sure as hell couldn’t see it.
The steam trumpet of the train sounded, signalling its departure, causing Anon to glance back at the lumbering machine. With nobody to greet her, and no idea of which direction to set off in, she was in a bit of a pickle. Twilight hadn’t given her any sort of a map, nor detailed the exact location of the changeling hive, having only told her the stop which she’d needed to travel to.
“Great. Just great…” she muttered to herself, looking around a second time. As she did, she noticed a well trodden path leading away from the platform. With few other options, and figuring the trail had to lead somewhere, she set off on foot.
Departing the station, if it could even be called such, Anon strolled along the track of trampled grass. She hoped Twilight had sent word of her visit...At the thought, she slowed, before ultimately stopping completely. Throwing her head back, she unintelligibly groaned, having realized she hadn’t told the Princess about the specifics for her trip. She’d had every intention of informing Twilight of her plans, although she’d somehow forgotten all about it.
Cursing to herself, Anon set her brow and continued walking. Even in the worst case scenario, where she wasn’t able to find the changelings, she’d probably be alright. It was only a two day and two night trip; surely, after having watched all those survival shows, back when she was on Earth, she’d be able to tough it out. As she crested a hill, she looked up and froze. Standing about twenty feet away was this...thing.
Whatever it was, it was a hell of a lot larger than Ocellus, although there were a few similarities. A dark, nearly black, cyan hide covered most of its frame. Its torso was shelled in a pigeon blue carapace, while what looked deep purple armor sat on its back. Lastly, and most interestingly, a pair of amaranth antlers, between which sat a horn, rested on its head.
A set of violet eyes studied her, as she looked back at it. While its figure was vaguely equine, it certainly wasn’t a pony. Slowly, she raised one open hand. “Hello,” Anon called out, keeping her tone neutral.
“You are intruding on our land...Whatever you are, turn back,” he responded coolly, standing his ground; at least, it sounded like a he.
“Yeah - uh - I’m trying to find the changelings. I’m a human...Well, the human...You couldn’t point me in the right direction of their hive, could you?” she asked, shuffling closer.
“What business do you have with the hive?” the creature countered, steadily trotting nearer.
Not quite as heavily built as Thunderlane, he was still impressively large. Taller than most ponies she’d seen, his frame was relatively slender. As he moved to her, a pair of hibiscus colored wings emerged from his back, buzzing menacingly. He glowered at her, only stopping his approach when he was an arm’s length away.
Showing her palms, while cautiously squatting down, the woman attempted to show she was not a threat. “Look, my name is Anon. I was told that the changelings are a friendly lot, so I wanted to visit,” she explained, forcing a smile.
The bug-horse studied her for a moment, appraising her from head to toe. “If you’re here to visit the changelings, why do you come concealed in garments?” he pressed.
“Well, I’m a human, it’s just sort of what we do. I know ponies don’t wear clothes much, if at all, but we’re kinda reserved about running around naked. Well, most of us don’t like to run around naked. Nudists do, but they’re the minority,” Anon rambled. It’s been a tick of hers for ages. As if she wasn’t talkative enough; she’d chatter on incessantly, when she got nervous.
“If I’m to escort you to the hive, how do I know you’re not harboring anything which could do us harm?” he inquired, squinting at her.
The mention of ‘us’ cemented her suspicion that the guy was a changeling, so Anon considered that a victory, but he’d asked her a question. “Search me? Like, maybe a pat down or something. All I’ve got is - uh -” she mumbled, opening her satchel, “two spare shirts, shorts, flip-flops, underwear, a swimsuit, and some bits.” As she inventoried the sack, the changeling angled his head to get a better view.
“Nothing dangerous on your person?” he probed, satisfied with her bag’s contents.
“Nope,” Anon said, straightening herself, “just me, myself, and I.”
“And those?” he added, thrusting a hoof at her chest.
“Those are my tits, dude,” she chuckled, peering down at her rack..
A look of abject confusion immediately crossed the changeling’s face. “Why would you smuggle birds in your shirt?” he openly wondered.
Anon face palmed, before peeking through her fingers at him. “My breasts...They’re my breasts. You know, tits, knockers, mammaries, chesticles, melons, honkers, need I go on?” she sighed, looking up at him.
As the notion dawned on him, a blush crept across his face; it was understandable, really, considering her boobs were located in a totally different area than most quadrupeds. As if seeing his cheeks darken wasn’t confirmation enough, the creature immediately looked away, casting his gaze to the ground. A wolfish grin slunk across Anon’s face, as she sensed an opening.
“If you don’t believe me,” she began, taking a step in his direction, “I could always show you…” Threateningly, she grasped the bottom of her shirt, before looking up at him for confirmation.
“N...no. No that won’t be necessary,” he stammered, clearly caught off guard.
“Are you sure?” Anon teased, reveling in his discomfort. This was too rich; his initial bravado had instantaneously fractured, at the first hint of anything vaguely sexual. Before she could continue her harassment, movement to her left caught her eye. Glancing over, she noticed a similar bug-horse cantering towards them.
“Pharynx! Don’t tell me you’re bothering travelers again!” the second creature sternly called out. Besides being a shade larger, he was virtually identical to the first insect-like equine; well, besides his colors. A kaleidoscope of greens, oranges, and purples covered the second creature, and parts of him almost seemed to glitter in the light.
“I wasn’t bothering her! I was simply questioning her!” Pharynx responded, glaring over at the second bug-horse.
“Yeah, and he was about to frisk me!” Anon interjected, impishly smiling at Pharynx.
“I was not!” he retorted, irately stomping his hoof.
“I’m sorry if he gave you a hard time. Pharynx is the best soldier we’ve got in the hive, even if he can be a little pushy,” the bigger creature said, glaring at his smaller counterpart. “I’m Thorax, it’s nice to meet you!” he quickly added, offering a hoof to the woman.
“Thanks, I’m Anon,” she said, shaking the proffered limb. “I’m guessing you’re changelings?”
“Yup, that’d be us. And you’re that hyuumhan woman who appeared near Ponyville?” he countered, looking her over.
“The one and only,” Anon proudly confirmed, jamming a thumb to her chest. “I figured I’d give you guys a visit, since Twilight spoke so highly of you.”
Thorax smiled broadly, before virtually vibrating in place. “Pharynx,” he proclaimed, tightly hugging his smaller counterpart, “she wants to visit the hive!”
“Brother, you’re acting rather unbecoming in front of the alien,” Pharynx groaned, shoving Thorax away.
“Wait wait wait...You’re brothers?” Anon chuckled, fighting back the urge to laugh. It was cute, really, watching two siblings act that way.
“Yes, even if Thorax a bit soft,” Pharynx lamented, worming free.
“It’s really rare that we get visitors! Sure, we get some ponies moving through the area, but not too many actually come to see us...” Thorax said, turning to face the woman.
His tone, coupled with a minuscule falter in his smile, smacked of something left unsaid, but Anon didn’t pry. She suspected it had something to do with the changelings’ reformation, and how they were a bit nefarious prior to it. None of that mattered to her, of course. If people could change, she saw no reason why other species couldn’t as well.
“Well, you don’t mind if I crash with you guys for the weekend?” she asked, squatting down to face Thorax.
“Oh no! Please don’t crash!” the moose-like changeling blurted, his ears flattening.
“She’s asking if she can be our guest, Thorax,” Pharynx clarified, rolling his eyes.
“Oh...Oh! Sure, absolutely! You can stay with us for the weekend!” Thorax responded gleefully.
“So long as you’re on your best behavior…” Pharynx hastily added, his stoic demeanor standing in stark contrast to his sibling’s.
Raising to his full height, Thorax rounded on his brother. “Well, since you’re determined to keep an eye on her, you can be her personal guard,” he asserted, his tone hardening.
Anon and Pharynx both eyed the tall skittle bug, shocked by his order. It was painfully apparent that neither of them had expected the seemingly brash instruction, nor the sudden shift in Thorax’s disposition. Before she could question his impromptu suggestion, he continued.
“Pharynx, while you have been getting along better in the hive, you continue to badger anypony who comes by,” Thorax groaned, a pained expression on his face.
“Listen, I know everyone has been all about the ‘touchy-feely’ stuff, since you became the ruler, but that doesn’t mean we can just let creatures wander about unattended,” Pharynx asserted, prodding his brother’s chest.
“I know that, which is why you’re going to look after her. Since it’s her first time here, she’ll need a guide. Maybe when you see she’s not a threat, which I’m sure she’s not, you’ll lighten up a little,” the prismatic changeling noted, before warmly turning to his guest. “You’re not going to cause any trouble, are you?”
Glancing between the siblings, Anon realized she was in the crossfire of some pre-existing dispute, one that involved the leader of a settlement. “Look, if it’s a big deal, I can just come back later. I don’t want to cause any trouble or anything,” she said, holding her hands up in surrender.
“No,” the changelings blurted, in unison.
“You don’t have to leave, it’s just…” Pharynx paused, taking a moment to consider his words. “I’m just a little protective,” he mumbled, knitting his brow in consternation.
“See, that wasn’t too hard!” Thorax exclaimed, hugging his brother a second time.
The darkly colored changeling scrunched his snout, yet remained quiet. Caught in Thorax’s embrace, he looked up to Anon, quietly beseeching her for assistance. Even though she had no brothers or sisters, she recognized the pained look. “Alright, so, now that that’s settled, how about you give me a tour?” she proposed.
“Of course. Are you - ummm - in need of refreshment?” Pharynx asked, squirming loose.
“Oh! I'll let everyone know about our guest!” Thorax chirped, excitedly clapping his hooves. With that, he unfurled his wings and soared off.
Anon watched him depart, noting the sun glimmering off his wings. “So...he’s colorful,” she chuckled, turning to her guide.
“Thorax is...different. Without him, we’d still be starving under Chrysalis’ hoof,” Pharynx muttered, casting his gaze downward.
“Oh yeah, I heard about that. Twilight said you guys are doing a lot better now, and that you’re a lot less scary. Always been curious about what you used to look like, though…” she mused.
“Like this,” he responded. In a flash of turquoise light, Pharynx transformed into an onyx, nightmarish parody of himself. He hissed, displaying a pair of prominent fangs, while a serpent-like tongue darted towards her.
“Holy shit!” Anon uttered, taken aback by the abrupt metamorphosis. Not only was it the first time she’d witnessed a changeling shapeshift, but it was also the first she’d ever seen of their pre-reformed state.
“Yeah,” Pharynx whispered, as he shifted back to his more colorful state, “it wasn’t all that great.”
“Well I think it’s pretty badass!” Anon laughed, grinning broadly. Curiously, Pharynx looked confused by her outburst. “What? Is it not supposed to be that wicked?” she added, perplexed by his reaction. Slowly, the barest hint of a smile played across his face, before he looked away.
“Come on, you’ll want to see the village before sundown,” Pharynx said, leading the way down the trail.
“What happens at sundown?” she pressed, adjusting her bag and following behind him.
“Nothing all that special, but it’s something I personally enjoy,” he nebulously responded.
The walk to the hive was relatively short, only taking the two a handful of minutes to arrive. Interestingly enough, Anon hadn’t even fully realized what she was looking at, until a number of the colorful creatures appeared. Similar to the ponies she’d encountered, the changelings’ color schemes varied wildly, although they lacked any sort of cutie mark. The settlement was, as far as she could tell, relatively primitive, yet functional; unsurprising, when she thought about it, considering their insect-like nature.
From the outside, the city appeared to be nothing more than rocky hills, punctuated by groves of various vegetation. It wasn’t until closer inspection that she noticed caverns and crevices dotting the landscape, presumably leading to subterranean dwellings or tunnel systems. All in all, it was rather scenic, a far departure from the rough angles of buildings and artificial structures she was used to.
As Pharynx led Anon through the town, numerous other changelings introduced themselves, steadily flocking to her. Much like the equines of ponyville, they were all inordinately friendly; nothing but smiling faces and cheerful greetings from each and every one of them, although there was one tiny difference. The shapeshifters were far more physically affectionate.
Everywhere Anon went, every burrow she visited, she was met with hugs and embraces. Initially she was caught off guard, especially given how gruff Pharynx’s greeting had been, but she quickly warmed to the development. Touring the village, she was shown to a number of landmarks, including: a communal dining area, theater, gardens, a meeting hall, and a centralized living quarters.
The afternoon went by in a blur, causing Anon to lose track of time. While Pharynx didn’t say much, besides offering explanations on the sights she was seeing, his demeanor had slowly become more amenable. She’d even caught caught him smiling once or twice, which she allowed her to relax all that much more.
After visiting various landmarks, the woman and changeling wandered to the edge of town. Pharynx led Anon up a hillock, on the outskirts of the village, before resting at its peak. Squatting to his haunches, he looked out over his home, before glancing back and motioning for her to join him.
“This is what I wanted you to see,” he serenely said.
Anon stopped and took in the sight. With the sun setting over the mountains, casting its amber light over the town, it almost looked like a painting. To the untrained eye, the entire hamlet was no more than an overgrown landscape. The warm glow bathing the vine and flower covered caverns, the colorful denizens calmly moving about, busying themselves with this or that, it was…
“Breathtaking,” she whispered, almost to herself.
“It wasn’t always like this,” Pharynx sighed, drawing her attention. “Before, when we were under Chrysalis, the land was desolate and ugly, just like we were…”
“Well,” Anon chirped, sitting beside him, “just goes to show that change can be a good thing. Also, for the record, I still think the pre-reformed look was pretty cool.” With that, she slapped him across the back. He glanced over at her, with a fleeting smile that met his eyes, before a loud noise drew their attention away.
Off in the distance, towards the center of town, a horn blared. Without preamble, Pharynx got up and lazily began strolling back towards the village. Watching him for a moment, Anon stood and dusted herself off.
“Something up?” Anon asked, blindly following in his wake.
“Dinner time, come on,” he responded, glancing back to ensure she was behind him.
Together, they proceeded to the dining area they’d visited previously. Rounding a corner, Anon was amazed at the sheer number of changelings swarming to the location. Large stone tables, which had earlier been bare, were now laden with all manner of vittles. Various fruits and vegetables, baked goods, and even a handful of large, cooked insects lay arrayed; a veritable feast, if she’d ever seen one.
Working through the crowd, Pharynx and Anon seated themselves next to Thorax, who sat at the head of one of the larger serving slabs. While some of the bug courses didn’t look all that appetizing, she had to admit, most of the vegetable based dishes looked and smelled quite inviting.
“Before we eat, I’d like to welcome Anon to the hive. Please be sure to make her feel at home,” Thorax announced, causing those assembled to applaud and cheer.
Despite herself, Anon blushed. She wasn’t exactly used to being the center of attention, so the moment made her a bit self-conscious. Still, she’d be remiss for not acknowledging the kindhearted acknowledgement.
“Thanks!” she shouted, waving at the throng of prismatic bug-horses.
“Now then, let’s dig in!” Thorax proclaimed, magically levitating a melon slice to himself.
Like a swarm of locusts, the mass of changelings moved in. With only simple plates to serve themselves on, everyone began digging in, descending upon the banquet. Having gone all day without eating, Anon joined them. Much to her amusement, the horde behaved much like a drove of insects, silently devouring their dinner. Save for the sound of smacking lips, the meal was relatively quiet. In a matter of minutes, the table had been cleaned bare, with only serving leaves remaining.
“Damn, that was good,” she wheezed, reclining and patting her now full belly. Remarkably, everyone quickly began to wander off, migrating towards a large, vine covered cave mouth. “Where’s everyone going?”
“It’s bedbug time!” a foal sized changeling exclaimed, grinning over at her.
“Oh...alright,” Anon questioningly replied, looking over to her guide.
“We usually go to bed after we eat. That’s how we’ve always done it,” Pharynx shrugged. Getting to his hooves, he patiently waited for her to follow suit. Giving her a nod, he followed the procession of his kin, drawing nearer to the cavern.
As Anon approached the burrow, getting a peek inside, she slowed. Dozens upon dozens of changelings lie within, curling up together, getting comfortable for the night. She stood there, transfixed by the sight, as more and more of the kaleidoscopic shapeshifters filed inside. No beds, no apparent rhyme or reason, just a bunch of skittle-bugs cozying up together; in a way, it made sense, although she’d never seen anything quite like it.
“Just get comfortable wherever,” Pharynx noted, waving to an open area near the entrance. “If you need me, I’ll be right here,” he continued, easing himself down next to his brother.
Left to her own devices, Anon used her satchel as a pillow, while she settled down beside the cave mouth. Watching the scene unfold, with a belly full of food, she found her eyelids growing heavy. As strange as the sight was, she could pick up family units and couples lying together. She stifled a yawn, as a pair of changelings snuggled up beside her. Between their warmth, having walked around all afternoon, and the heavy meal, she drifted off to sleep.
...
Anon couldn’t tell how long she’d slumbered, but a subtle movement caused her to stir. Cracking one open one eye, she realized it must have been the dead of night. The cavern was virtually pitch black, lit solely by a number of softly luminescent plants on the ceiling. Jostled back and forth, she peered over and froze.
The pair of changelings who’d been resting next to here far from sleeping. Chest to back, spooning one another, they rocked their bodies together. At first, she assumed they were simply being affectionate, but then realization dawned on her. They weren’t just hugging, they were screwing.
Anon had no way of knowing if this was a common occurrence, but she wouldn’t have been terribly surprised. If they were a couple, and the hive bedded in one central chamber, such displays could very well be commonplace. Still, they were being pretty stealthy about it, only softly sighing throughout the affair.
She couldn’t put her finger on exactly why, but the sight was prolifically captivating. A couple, casually making love, while in an embrace. Her thoughts began to wander, imagining what it would be like. Having bedded Thunder, a remarkably pleasurable experience, she reminisced on the fateful night. They’d done it doggy style, but she wasn’t able to stop herself from wondering how it would feel in the position the two changelings had opted for.
Thunder was just so big and warm, and his coat was amazingly soft. Imaginings of his broad chest, pressing against her back, flitted through her mind. Being held, caressed, as he slowly rutted her from behind; his breath hot against her ear. The notion was extremely appealing, so much so that her body began to react. Subconsciously, one hand crept into her shorts, to gingerly massage her rapidly moistening nethers.
Just as her finger grazed her clit, Anon realized what she was doing. Without a word, she got up and swiftly snuck outside. Besides feeling like a creep, for shamelessly enjoying the exhibitionistic display, she’d really rather not finger herself in a crowded room. She was all about being flirtatious, sure, but openly getting herself off wasn’t really on her “to do” list. Even if she decided not to play with herself, she was wide awake, so going back to sleep wasn’t really an option.
As quietly as possible, Anon fled the den. Thankfully, given how close she was to the exit, nobody noticed her depart. Finding herself outside, she wandered towards the lookout she’d visited with Pharynx. Thankfully, the skies were clear and the moon shone brightly overhead, allowing her to find her way with ease.
Hiking to the nearby hill, Anon seated herself against a bolder. The sight of the changeling hamlet, nestled in the verdant countryside, was even more striking in the moonlight. Alone, with a light night breeze through her hair, she recalled her night with Thunder. Though they hadn’t fooled around since, she’d caught herself thinking about it often. As she reflected on their tryst, her hand drifted to her crotch.
Digging under her shorts, and below her panties, she lovingly kneaded her womanhood. Slowly, almost as an afterthought, her free hand strayed under her shirt, to grope one tit. She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly, as she began to play with herself; unfortunately, the moment was fleeting.
“I could help with that, you know,” a voice called out, causing Anon to bolt upright. Standing a few feet away was Pharynx, unabashedly watching her shameless display.
“How long have you been there,” Anon demanded, withdrawing her moistened fingers from her loins.
“Saw you leave the den, followed you up here,” he said, momentarily averting his gaze. “You reek of lust, so I’m surprised I’m the only one who followed you…”
“Wha…” Anon trailed off, ashamed that she’d been caught. “Sorry…”
“For what?” Pharynx innocently asked, cocking his head.
“Dude, you caught me rubbing one out!” Anon groaned.
“Yes, which is why I offered to help,” he innocuously countered.
“What? We just bang one out, under the stars, and that’s that?” Anon asked, genuinely surprised by his sentiment.
As she looked up, finally having gathered the bravery to face him, she noticed something peculiar. Slung beneath him, between his hind legs, hung an odd, lilac colored appendage. It was similar to a pony’s dick, but different. For starters, the tip was more rounded, and it looked slightly more vascular than an equine’s. At its base, sat a bulbous knot-like swell, nearly double the girth of the rest of its length.
Pharynx shrugged indifferently. “If you want to, why not. Sure, we may not feed like we used to, but nothing quite hits the spot like feasting upon one’s love,” he casually answered.
In spite of Pharynx’s cool demeanor, it was clear he wasn’t opposed to getting a little action himself. Maybe it was due to how jarringly nonchalant the changeling was, or perhaps it was because of his strange tool, but Anon found herself tempted to accept his offer. She was pretty worked up, and she had already crossed the interspecies line, so why not sample what other delights Equestria had to offer?
“Fuck it. Just don’t go blabbing to the hive about it or anything,” she chuckled. She couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. Here she was, a grown woman, about to insouciantly get banged by a shapeshifting bug-horse.
Pharynx nodded and trotted to the rock she’d been resting against. Seating himself against it, he reclined backwards. Splaying his hind legs, to display his turgid length, he peered over at her. “Would this position be acceptable?”
“I don’t see why not. Say...uh...you don’t think anyone will stumble across us, do you?” she asked, looking about conspiratorially.
“I doubt it. I’m usually the only one who goes on night patrols anymore, and I didn’t see anyone else stirring, so we should be fine,” he smoothly replied.
“Just making sure…” Anon mumbled. Slipping out of her shorts, she kicked them to the side, before pulling her panties down. Glancing upward, she noticed Pharynx watching her closely. Even though they were about to do the nasty, the attention made her cheeks rosy. “That hot, huh?” she asked, stepping out of her underwear.
“You’re not unattractive, for a biped, although your breasts are in an odd position,” he noted, his eyes dancing over her exposed flesh.
Hauling her shirt over her head, Anon’s bosoms swayed slightly. “Well, they’ve always been right here,” she grumbled, cupping one in each hand.
Sauntering over to him, her gaze wandered to his stallionhood. He didn’t look quite as lengthy as Thunder, although the base of his junk was fat as hell. She figured she’d be able to handle it, but there was only one real way to find out. Stepping over his waist, she straddled him, giving him a face full of her backside.
“I have to admit, your rear is rather fetching,” Pharynx commented, getting the barest peek of her glistening entrance.
Anon rolled her eyes, as she took a breath to steady herself. Slowly, she squatted over his member. Once she was close enough, she reached down and angled it to her sex. Secretly, she was thankful for his choice of positioning, because she would really rather not get her knees scraped up on the ground.
Feeling it kiss her lower lips, she ran it back and forth, allowing it to rub against her clit. Peering over her shoulder, leading his tool to her entrance, she looked at Pharynx. “You ready?” she asked. He nodded, signalling her to proceed.
Sluggishly, Anon descended, gradually impaling herself on the changeling’s rod. The thing had a slight taper to it, leading to its swollen trunk, allowing her to acclimate relatively easily. Working nearly three quarters of him into herself, and resting atop the swollen base, she eased herself back against him.
“Alright, just go slow,” she intoned.
No sooner had she spoken, than Pharynx began gently bucking his hips, grinding his knot against her stuffed entrance. Not to be outdone, she reciprocated. Situated as she was, she could move relatively freely, so she began bouncing on his lap. The slight bulges and ridges along his length plunged in and out of her, causing her to shudder.
Worming his head under her arm, beside one bosom, Pharynx inspected her nipple. Curious of its odd color, he gave it a lick, eliciting a surprised squeak from the girl. “That didn’t hurt, did-” he was cut off, as she grasped one of his antlers and pressed his face into her tit.
Anon’s nipples were, in a way, a weakness of hers. Whether masturbating or having sex, she always found herself toying with them, so the changeling’s impromptu attention was deeply appreciated; whether it was intended or not. Fortunately, he took the hint and wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud of flesh.
Spurred by the changeling suckling her teat, her downward thrusts increased in force. Occasionally, she’d pause to undulate against the root of his tool, secretly hoping she could take the entirety of his cock. It didn’t take them long to get their movements synchronized, with Anon’s descents and Pharynx’s upward thrusts.
As the seconds passed, Anon’s passion soared. Continuing to hold Pharynx’s horn, her free hand flitted down to her groin. Closing her eyes, she fixated on the exquisite sensation of fullness and warmth. Her fingers affectionately played over the changeling’s slickened member, as it plunged into her, before moving to her clit. If there was one way she was going to be able to hilt this monster, it would be with the aid of her sweet spot.
Fervently, she worked the delicate nub, in the hopes that it would grant her wish. As if sensing her desperation, Pharynx drove himself upward, ramming himself into her. With an all but audible pop, the thick base of his stallionhood penetrated her, causing her eyes to fly open in shock.
“Fuck!” Anon groaned, throwing her head back.
“Should I - Mmmph,” Pharynx was muffled, when she pressed him back into her boob.
“Don’t stop,” she rasped. With the girthy base of his dick effectively locking her to him, she’d lost a great deal of mobility, but that didn’t mean she was finished; far from it, in fact.
Unabashedly playing with her clit, Anon rocked herself back and forth. Pharynx’s knot rested squarely against her G-spot, driving her into a frenzy. As jarring as the immense intrusion had been, intense was the only way to describe it. Clenching down upon him, she urged him to endure. On the cusp of losing herself, she wrenched his head to the side and pulled him upward, dragging him into a deep kiss.
With the woman’s tongue worming into his mouth, Pharynx screwed his eyes shut. Beyond the physical, the sheer amount of licentious energy from the woman was staggering, wilting his resolve at an unimaginable rate. Bucking his hips, he did everything he could to sate her, while feeding off her desire.
Anon’s thighs began to tremble, and her breath hitched in her throat, as she grew nearer to the edge, yet she persisted. She could practically feel him throbbing within her depths, almost like he was going to…
“Mmmmmm,” Pharynx’s muted cry was all the warning Anon received, as he was pushed past his limit. His testes, ripe with seed, sent cream coursing through his length, straight into Anon’s velvety interior.
The sudden influx broke her, tipping Anon into a climactic abyss. Held hostage by her rapture, she howled to the moon, like a beast. Jolts of pleasure surged through her frame, nearly causing her legs to give out. Bearing the full brunt of orgasmic fury, her legs quivered and gave out, causing her to slump against him.
With nowhere else to go, and trapped by the bulbous root of Pharynx’s member, Anon’s cunt was pumped full of spunk. Its sticky heat, along with the additional pressure it afforded, pushed her ecstasy to greater heights. To his credit, the changeling did as instructed, and eagerly nursed upon her breast throughout the ordeal, riding out his own climax.
“Oh...oh my god,” Anon wheezed, releasing her prey, her mind clouded by bliss. Pulling Pharynx away, she dreamily peered down at him and smiled.
“T...told you I could help,” he croaked.
The understatement made Anon giggle and rub his head. “Yeah, no shit,” she wearily responded. As she went to stand, she was met with a substantial amount of resistance. It was only then that she realized she was still knotted, with her vice-like cunt seized around the changeling’s still rigid length. “Um...How long until you get soft,” she asked, wiping a sweat-streaked lock of hair from her face.
“Should only be a few minutes,” Pharynx noted, reassuringly patting her thigh. “I didn’t know humans were polyamorous…”
“Wait, what?” she blurted, doing a double take.
“You smell of a stallion, so I presumed…” he trailed off, realizing he’d said something he shouldn’t have.
“Thunder? He’s...Well…” Anon awkwardly began, unsure of how to broach the issue.
The pegasus was a damn good friend, and she wasn’t opposed to dating him, but they’d never made a declaration. Hell, if she was going to date somebody, it might as well be Thunderlane, especially given everything he’d done for her. The thoughts left her conflicted and woefully uncomfortable, particularly because she’d just fucked someone else.
“It’s complicated…” she concluded, looking away from him.
“It doesn’t sound complicated to me…” Pharynx muttered.
Having had enough of the conversation, and with a growing desire to depart, Anon steadily stood. Gritting her teeth, she pulled free of the changeling’s softening member. “What time does the train come tomorrow?”
“First thing in the morning, so in a few hours, why?” he asked, righting himself.
“Is there anywhere I can get cleaned up?” she pressed, gathering up her clothes. She needed to get back home, get back to Thunder.
For whatever reason, an immense guilt had settled upon her. Not only had she left her friend behind, but she’d screwed someone else behind his back. Logically, it didn’t make sense, considering they were only friends, yet the remorse triggered a certain understanding. This wasn’t an issue of mere logic; no, she might actually have budding feelings for the stallion in Ponyville.
“There’s a spring just south of here, a short walk from the station. I presume you’ll be leaving early?” Pharynx asked, trotting up beside her. She didn’t respond, opting to simply nod. “I’ll admit, I don’t fully understand how non-changelings act, but if somepony is special to you, you should let them know,” he continued.
“I...Thanks,” Anon whispered.
“I’ll show you to the spring, then I’ll wait with you for the train, if that’s alright,” he solemnly intoned, leading the way to the watering hole.
“You don’t have to, I can look after myself,” she petulantly murmured, trailing in his wake.
Anon couldn’t say what was wrong with her. She’d never felt regret like this before; but, then again, she’d never been best buds with a pony before either. Exhausted, and internally conflicted, she numbly followed Pharynx to the spring, washed herself off, dressed, and marched back to the station. She was half asleep, by the time the train arrived.
Pharynx saw her off, after having retrieved her meager belongings as she’d bathed. She was almost certain she thanked him, although she couldn’t be certain. Honestly, her departure and trip home were a hazy mess, because she kept nodding off. The lack of sleep, over the previous two days, was taken a substantial toll to her, and it undoubtedly wasn’t helping with her mental state either.
Once the locomotive rolled to a stop, Anon wandered towards her home. She wasn’t sure if Thunder would be there, since she wasn’t planning on returning so abruptly, but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was going to say to him, or how she was going to say it, yet she knew she needed to know exactly where their friendship stood…
Author's Note
I hope everyone enjoys this little continuation of FemAnon's saga.
Let's hope she can get some resolution to her inner struggle with Thunder...
