Title:           Lost in Translation Part 3[clop and stuff] (Princesses/Anon)
Author:          Uh-hmmm
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First Edit:      Sunday 14th of June 2015 02:10:14 PM CDT
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> Be Rarity
> You look over the list, trying to decide what words he should learn next
> "Ah,"
> You look up
"Yes?"
> Anom seems to be concentrating very hard
> "We don'd sbeak differend languageth. Jusk accends of the zame language."
"W-what?"
> He frowns
> "Same words. Mouth shape change sound."
> That...
> You look at the list
> He has been using words not on the list
"Do you...understand everything I say?"
> He pauses, then shakes his head
> "Words we practice, or if you say slowry. Others harder."
> You get the feeling there are greater implications than just learning to communicate quicker
"So, ah,"
> He stares at you like a lump of unshaped clay
"I shall teach you everything you need!"
> "Thank you?"
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You feel obligated, after all that has happened, to teach Anom the most important thing ever
> After wandering around the palace for a little while, you find him in the hooves of another mare
> "Let's take a break, darling. Twilight, how can I help you?"
> You glance at the sweaty, naked anomaly, then shift your load of scrolls slightly
"I was rather hoping to help Anom, as an apology for...things."
> Rarity smiles
> "Ah! Well, don't let me stop you, darling."
> You hesitate
"What were you doing just now?"
> Your friend's eyes glitter with excitement
> "Did you know, they have ballroom dancing where he's from? He's not terribly good at it yet, but I have hopes of having him society presentable in a year or two."
> ...
"Oh, haha, dancing, of course."
> Rarity looks at you with wry amusement, but says nothing
"I mean, not that I thought- Anyways, I thought I would teach him to read."
> You levitate a table from over by the wall to the center of the room
> You spread out your burden of scrolls, quills, and ink
> Rarity looks on with mild interest
> "I wonder if he'll recognize the letters."
> ...
"I would be surprised if he did..."
> "Ah, I forgot to tell you. He already knows Equestrian, it's just that his accent is simply atrocious."
> ...
> "But it helps him if you talk slowly. Otherwise his mind is overwhelmed by the smoothness and grace of the true dialect."
"That... makes no sense at all. He is an alien, there is no reason why his language should be at all similar to ours!"
> Rarity shrugs
> "That would depend on where he comes from. Now, Anom, would you care to join us?"
 
> Be Anon
> Purple unrolls a scroll in front of you
> "This is the alphabet. Do you recognize it?"
> There's about 50 symbols
> Crap, this is going to take a while
> Still, you feel obligated to defend your world
 
> Be Twilight
> "No, my alvabet has dwendy siggs ledders."
> Wow, that is an unfortunate accent
> You are torn between wanting to teach him how to read and learning more about his world
> Though if were able to write down what he knows...
"This is 'ah'. Here's how you write it."
 
> Be Chrysalis, Queen of the changelings, most powerful being in Equestria for a few hours
> You are still feeding your hive with the love energy you got from that little fiasco, but it can't last forever
> As if by fate, you sensed a nexus begin to develop in Canterlot
> You will be much more careful this time, observing your target for a long time before taking its place
> You slip into the palace on a moonless night and follow the slowly building mass of energy
> You track it down to
> You stare at the strange creature
> What is it even supposed to be?
> It's like you took a minotaur and removed its cow-ness
> Still, it seems to be the hub of a lot of budding relationships, so you lick its cheek for a samp-
> Whoa
> Aaagh!
> You fall back, your tongue roiling uncontrollably at the bitter taste
> You feel the transformation overtake you, your body desperately trying to adapt to the poisonous essence of the monster you just licked
> You lay on the ground, shuddering as your body's mass flows into an utterly alien form
> When at last it stops, you flee
> You have to get away from that...thing
> You scramble through shadowed halls on all fours, some strange weight swaying on your chest
> Your limbs are all the wrong sizes too, but you finally make it out into open
> "Halt! Who goes there?"
> Oh no
> Two pegasus guards approach with lanterns
> One tilts his head
> "Hey, it's like the Princess's pet. Do you think it'll..."
> The other shakes his head
> "Not for us to find out. Come on, let's put it in the old enclosure and their majesties can deal with it in the morning."
> This is bad, it seems you are trapped in the form of an exotic slave race bred for the use of royals
> Worse, you have no chance of escaping now, this body is too awkward to move at all quickly
> The second guard beckons to you
> "Come on, we have a nice place for you. Uh, food this way?"
> You have to play along for now
> Maybe by morning the toxin will be gone from your system
 
> Be Anon, eating oddly sweet biscuits and gravy
> Apparently Wuna thought it would be funny if she switched the salt in your shaker for sugar
> It's actually not...bad, you wouldn't recommend it, but you won't spit it out either
> So you just eat your breakfast with a straight face, and Wuna stabs her food a little too hard
> A guard whispers in Shewestia's ear
> She looks startled for once, then turns to you
> "Would you like to meet somepony like you?"
> Consider your interest piqued
"Sure. Who is the pony?"
> "It's not exactly a pony..."
 
> Be Chrysalis
> What wouldn't you give for wings right now
> On the upside, you did get food eventually
> The pony who brought it stared at your chest lumps, not that you can blame her
> What an odd placement for teats, and so prominent too
> You try to ignore them as you wait for somepony to deal with you
> ...
> You jostle one to pass the time
 
> Be Anon
> Ah, the old courtyard, how nostalg-
> There is a naked blonde woman playing with her tits
> Shewestia tilts her head
> "Do you think she'd let me play with them too?"
> You choke
"Gah, ah, um. Wow, I have no idea. Let me talk to her, and could I get two sheets?"
> Shewestia looks mildly confused
> "You can talk to her, but do you really need two pieces of poop?"
"Two sheets. Um, bed cover, not blanket."
> "Oh, right, a moment please."
 
> Be Chrysalis
> Oh no, here come the creature, clad in a sheet for some reason
> He smiles at you
> "Gehrro, hwut yiu wreik a zchiet?"
> You smile in non-comprehension
> Crap, he has his own language
> Um
> You point at your throat and shake your head
> His eyes widen
> He quickly closes the distance between you and wraps the sheet around you, tucking it tightly behind you back
> As you stand frozen in fear, he pulls back and squats on the ground
> You feel funny wearing something over your chest lumps, but he isn't attacking you, so there's that
> You look down at what he's doing
> It seems he's scratching symbols in the dirt
>  With the last one, he looks up at you questioningly
> You don't recognize anything, so you shrug
> You're going to have to walk a thin line between vague and obedient until his toxic essence is cleansed from your body
 
> Be Anon
> This is terrible
> Not only is the only other human mute, she's also foreign
> Guessing by her hair and eye color, you guess Swedish or German
> You can see a bit of fear behind those cheery blue eyes
> This must be a lot to get used to
> Aaaannd you and the horses are going to have to teach her horsish English
> Great
> You beckon her to follow you
> Shewestia looks on in interest as the two of you approach
> "How is she?"
> You grimace
"She's mute and from a different country. We don't speak the same language."
> Her Royal Majassty nods solemnly
> "She is cute, a shave about the language. I have to return to my tooties, will you help her around?"
"Will do."
> Man, if it weren't for context, this accent would be nigh incomprehensible
 
> Be Chrysalis
> It seems Celestia's sex slave is free to roam
> He leads you through the familiar halls of the palace to a little study
> Little Twilight looks up at the intrusion, jealously seeping into her heart
> "Wha-who is your, ah, friend, Anom?"
> He turns to you, uncertain
> "We don't really know her name, she can't speak and doesn't understand English. I was thinking, if we teach her whore's language and writing, at least she could communicate that way."
> Rude
> Twilight thinks so too
> "For the last time, it is Equestrian, not whoresish."
> "And I disagree that it is the best one. But that doesn't matter, let's just teach it to her."
 
> After a few hours of pretending to be clueless, you are exhausted
> Twilight is just too persistent, and whenever you got frustrated, this Anom would either hold your claw, or pat your shoulder
> He's not even your coltfriend, and you are the Queen of the Changelings, you don't need a coltfriend
> At all
> Even though he held your claw on the way to the dining hall
> And for some reason, he really likes cheese sauce on noodles
> You aren't particularly happy to be in such a crowded room in a disguise you can't shed
> You try your own bowl of noodles
> Nothing special, really
> Anom notices your low appetite
> "You good?"
> You nod your head shyly
> You feel his attraction grow
> It's a trickle, but you sip at his affection and ease your true hunger
> He chuckles
> "I'm a little uncomfortable here too. Um. Want to go other place?"
> That would be good
> You nod eagerly
> Anom gives your claw a squeeze and leads you away
 
> Twilight Sparkle
"You wanted to see me, Celestia?"
> She sets aside a scroll
> "Yes, thank you for coming. Anom and the new one, how do you think they are doing?"
"They're doing alright. It's slow going with the female anomaly, but she has excellent pronunciation once she does learn a word."
> Celestia nods
> "Good, good. But how do you think they are getting along?"
> Celestia's expression is oddly...detached
"Good? She follows him around a lot and is kind of shy..."
> Celestia smiles
> "That is good to hear. We should encourage that, it would be a shame if the only two creatures of their kind died without posterity."
> ...
"You want me to...help them pair up?"
> You don't like this feeling
> Your teacher senses that in her eternal wisdom
> "Twilight, one of the things you learn as an alicorn, is that you might not get the mates you want. If another mare or stallion captures their attention, we must withdraw. It can be heartbreaking, but it is better for ponies to live with those of the same lifespan."
> No, that's too sad
"Surely, if you really like a stallion..."
> Celestia solemnly shakes her head
> "You may share a number of happy years, but ultimately it is better to let them go if they are blown by the winds of fate. There is a comfort; you can watch over their foals, and perhaps one will grow to have the qualities you once so desired."
> Wait
"You've dated the foals of your crushes?"
> Celestia raises an eyebrow
> "Not all of them, and when I do, the foal is a fully grown pony. I actually had my eye on your brother for a while, but Cadence snapped him up pretty quick."
> You feel a little queasy for multiple reasons
"Will Cadence...let him go too?"
> The Princess of the Sun sighs
> "Probably not. They are married, and Cadence is a young alicorn. It is all too likely that she will live to see him grow old and die while she stays young and beautiful."
> Perhaps he will become an alicorn by then...but considering the only ones in existence are all mares, his chances aren't too good
"So, we are going to play matchmaker for the anomalies."
> Celestia's smile is, as always, kind
> "Indeed. If it's any comfort, you can have first dibs on their offspring."
"That's n-"
> You sigh
"Thank you, Celestia. I'll...I'll see what I can do."
 
> Be Chrysalis
> As you near the top of the tower's staircase, your body is uncomfortable sweaty
> You suppose that is what happens when you can't radiate body heat from wing membranes
> You can feel a light breeze flow by, carrying the beguilingly earthy scent of the creature
> He waits just around the bend, breathing heavily, a grin on his face
> You wonder where he is leading you
> More lessons?
> To show you some secret?
> To...
> Hold your hoof? Claw?
> Anom lifts the bar to a set of wide double doors
> Sunlight and a brisk wind assault your eyes and tug at your sheet
> When your eyes adjust, Anom is already gingerly laying down on the hot stones of the balcony
> He lets out an extended sigh as he lays prone on his back
> "Is gooooood."
> You skip lightly across the balcony into the shade of the low guardrail
> You rest your back against the low stone barrier and sit in the shade
> The constant breeze is cool, but the sun's heat more than makes up for it
> In fact,
> You loosen the sheet from around you and let it flap in the wind, pinned by your weight
> You are already feeling dryer and increasingly content
> There's some movement in your peripheral vision
> You glance just in time to see Anom lower his head back down
> Whatever
> It's funny; you were afraid of being discovered, attacked, and/or ravaged
> However, it seems that much like other animals of intelligence, whatever Anom is, the females are the dominant sex
> Between that and your feigned language barrier, you are in almost no danger
> You gaze out towards the Everfree Forest, where you left your hive to forage on the outskirts
> You may very well be safer than they are
> You turn your gaze back to the balcony and
> Huh, something is wrong with his sheet
> Something is poking up from his wai-
> By the barren wastes, that's a boner
> Ew ew ew
> Okay, just be calm and deal with this like a dominant female
 
> Be Anon
> You thought it would be a nice place to take a nap
> It still is, but there is no way you can fall asleep when there's a naked woman a few feet away
> Just gotta play it cool
> Unfortunately, your boner is not so discreet
> You hear movement
> "Bad!"
> You open your eyes
> She stands naked at your feet, an accusing finger pointed at your crotch
> "Bad thing!"
> Rude
"Maybe if you put some clothes on..."
> You sit up, trying to figure out what you can do to hide a boner when you are basically in a toga
> She backs up a step
> Hm, you need to use simpler words
"Not bad, I good."
 
> Be Chrysalis
>  Nice try, but you know a boner when you see one
"No! No in me. Stop bad thing."
 
> Be Anon
> Oh
> She's a lesbian
> Or...she's not interested
> Either way, you should probably tuck it away somehow
> Maybe if you wrapped the sheet around your waist, you could...
> You slip the sheet off your shoulder
> "No!"
> She runs past you and down the stairs
> Welp
> You fold your sheet in half and make it into a skirt of sorts, with your boner tucked horizontally
> You should probably grab her sheet, or
> It flutters away in the wind
> Or not
 
> Be Chrysalis
> That was a close call
> You need to find some protection, or
> Twilight Sparkle walks around the corner of the hall
> Footsteps echo down the stairs behind you
> You dash forward and grab Twilight below her forelimbs
> She squeaks, especially as you swing around to keep her between you and Anom
> “I-I’m flattered, but I’m not into-“
> You shift her around so her belly faces the stairs
> Anom comes into view and tilts his head
> “Wha-“
“In her, not me!”
> What delicious revenge, to sacrifice the meddling foal to sate Anom’s terrible appetite
> Your victim squirms a little in your grip
> “If it’s to stop a rape…”
 
> Be Anon
> What?
“I, no in, no one.”
 
> Be Chrysalis
> By the infinite dust, he wants both of you
> You approach slowly, then toss Twilight at him and run
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You know your duty
> Anom tries to set you aside, but your magic is stronger
> You pin him to the wall with your magic
> “I wasn’t trying to rape her!”
> That’s just what a rapist would say
“Don’t worry, I’m here. I can take it for her.”
> You unfasten the sheet
> It’s hard to turn your back on the criminal erection, but it’s necessary
> Your magic wavers a bit as you back up
> “You don’t need to-“
> You feel a prodding between your flanks, perhaps a bit h-iiiiggghhhh
> Oh, you feel funny
> A little too dry though
“Wrong one, sorry.”
> You reposition and…
 
> Be Chrysalis
> You never thought you would see the day when you would want Celestia to protect you, but nothing has been quite right this past day or so
> You rush past a mildly alarmed secretary and burst into the High Office
> Celestia turns from the large map on the wall
> “Yes?”
> How do you say this
“Anom, no want in me!”
> At once she becomes very sympathetic
> “That is too bad. You are a very beautiful…being, and any stallion would be lucky to have you.”
> What?
> You mean, yeah, you have always known you were too beautiful, but this time that isn’t working out in your favor
“No, Anom, he come, I no want.”
> You should have pretended to learn more words
> “Oh, you don’t want to get pregnant. Well, let’s go talk to Anom, I’m sure he’ll understand if we explain things slowly enough.”
> She walks out the door, and you follow helplessly behind
> Maybe she’s right
> At the very least, you can offer her to him and escape
 
> Be Anon
> You have no idea where the woman has gone
> Twilight was very…effective at delaying you, so you just have to wander around and hope you get lucky, in a different sense
> You attract some glances from passing officials, but you get the feeling you aren’t the first non-horse to garner royal attention
> Hmmm
> Are your eyes playing tricks on you, or is it darker in this wing?
> You round the corner and bump into something soft
> Wuna brays in surprise, looking reproachfully over her shoulder
> Then she stops, and slowly strafes her behind away from you
“Good afternoon, Finest Ass Wuna.”
> She looks away, her cheeks reddening
> “Th-that won’t work. I’m omto your cumming plan.”
> Cumming plan?
> If the lady horses scheduled out your sex life, you would really like a copy, or at least some prior notice
> At any rate, maybe that was too formal
“Sorry. How about, nice to see your plump ass. It is very regal.”
> Wuna stares at you with wide eyes
> Too formal? Too familiar?
> You’re never going to get the hang of the Mixalotian caste system
> “Th-that- I-“
> Maybe it would be best if you skipped the pleasantries
> Wait, what were you even talking about?
> Oh yes, your sex schedule
“So, could you tell me more about this cumming plan? Or at least when you wanted to have sex with me?”
 
> Be Luna
> Of all the audacious
> Rude
> Vulgar
> Presumptuous
“Still your tongue! Do not think be like my sister, pliant, large, fat, lustful, gluttonous, given to dalliances…”
> Where were you going with this?
> Oh yes
“I am not desirous of debasing myself again! We are at war, you and I, and I will see you beg for mercy!”
> He stands there agape
> Satisfied with your victory, you turn and strut away
 
> Be Anon
> Angry horses are really hard to understand
> Something about her sister and daily allowances
> Then it sort of devolved into snarling and spitting, something about deep glazing and… egg of mushy?
> Sounds like someone didn’t get their way when your sexy times were being scheduled out
> You should probably talk to Shewestia about this, she’ll know what’s going on
> You set out in the opposite direction of Wuna, and are satisfied to note the walls getting noticeably brighter
 
> Be Celestia
> You wonder why Chrysalis is keeping up the charade
> Near as you can tell, she’s getting almost nothing from Anom
> Nor is she seducing any of the guards or any other pony
> At any rate, you’ll keep an eye on the empathic wards Cadence set up
> Ah, there is Anom
“Anom, could we talk?”
> He looks relieved to see you and Chrysalis
> “Yes, good.”
> You lead him into a small parlor and lock the door
> Chrysalis sits as far from him as possible, her gaze switching between his face and his flaccid member
> Anom sits on a nearby cushion, and you clear your throat
“Anom, she has approached me to tell you that she doesn’t want to get pregnant.”
> His brow furrows
> “O-kay then. I mean, I got the feeling she wasn’t interested anyhow.”
> That was easy
 
> Be Chrysalis
> He may say that now, but you know the long, hard truth
“He had a boner!”
> There is no way he is just giving up
> Celestia looks amused
> “Tell me, Anom, are boners dangerous among…creatures like you?”
> His stare is cold, yet hungry
> “No, finest ass. And we are called hiyumins.”
> He lies
> You are a predator yourself, you know exactly what it’s like when the breeding urges arise
> The relentless compulsion to corrupt every egg you come across
> Slaying the parents and leaving their bodies to feed your twisted progeny
> You aren’t sure what Anom’s urges are telling him to do, but his boner is similar enough to pony reproduction that you have a good idea
“Don’t believe him! He will stop at nothing, it is his nature!”
> Celestia doesn’t look at you, but you see a smug smile on her face
> That…is unlike her
> Anom raises his claws, eager for your flesh
> “We didn’t teach you some of those words.”
> Celestia looks at you now, still smiling
> Suddenly you feel very alone
> “So you noticed something is off about her. Tell me, Anom, has she told you her name?”
 
> Be Anon
> Something is definitely going on here
“No?”
> Shewestia’s horn glows, and she points dramatically
> “Her name is Chrysalis!”
> …
“Hi Chrysalis. Nice to meet you.”
> Chrysalis looks incredibly nervous
> Shewestia’s dramatically pointing hoof wavers a bit
“Was something supposed to happen?”
> “She’s supposed to turn into her real form and fight me.”
> Chrysalis backs up into a corner
“That doesn’t seem to be happening.”
> Shewestia lowers her hoof
> “Chrysalis, the masquerade is over. Reveal yourself and wager your power against mine.”
> …
> Chrysalis whispers, “I can’t.”
> Whiterump sits down slowly
> “Truly?”
> Chrysalis starts to cry
> “I can’t! Your monster poisoned me!”
> Who is she talking about?
> The Finest Ass looks at you doubtfully
> “Did you poison her somehow?”
> Wait
> What
“What? No, seriously, what? We eat normal food. Do you even have poison here?”
> Chrysalis glares at you
> “Your skin! Your skin is poison!”
> …
“That doesn’t make sense. I mean, it’s okay if you like me, plenty of horses like me. No need to get melodramatic about it.”
 
> Be Celestia
> Things are beginning to become clear
> But you really cannot let this one pass
“Am I among the whoreses who like you?”
> Anom looks at you with a grin
> “Finest Ass Celestia, as befitting your position, you are the best whores who likes me. I understand you also dominate my sex schedule, so I look forward to our time together.”
> Sex schedule?
> He has organized taking time with different mares to that degree?
> In retrospect, having Twilight teach him might have been a bad idea
> Still,
“I would prefer if you wouldn’t call me a whores. Mistress would be better, or Auntie if you are being familiar.”
> “Okay, uh, Mistress.”
> Oh, that is much better
> Now, what were you talking about?
> Oh yes, poison skin
“Chrysalis, you have attempted to overthrow Equestria, and your recent actions speak of similar intent. As such, I would be fully justified in having you executed.”
> She looks at you apprehensively
> “But that’s not my punishment. What is?”
> You give her a grave nod
“You may have noticed a new creature in Equestria. It would be a shame if his species died with him.”
> Anom takes a step back
> “Whoa, I don’t know how I feel about…”
> Chrysalis looks a little noxious
“I’m to be his broodmare?”
> You sigh
> It is unfortunate, but you have set up similar matches in the past to good effect
“I will not force this. However, I must insist that you lick him every day, and accompany him for at least four hours each day.”
 
> Be Anon
> Well, today has certainly taken a turn for the messed up
> Still, you suppose it is your duty as a pet to obey Shewestia’s orders
“I understand. Chrysalis, I promise to be nothing more than a friend.”
> The woman glances at Shewestia, who nods permissively
> Well, as weird as all this is, at least your master is being pretty understanding about it
 
> Be Chrysalis
> It is worse than you feared
> Death would be preferable to a life…under…a hiyumin
> Yet, you aren’t ready to give up hope entirely
> You bow your head
“You are merciful.”
> She might even think she is being merciful
> “Good. Now, please lick him. In the future, each lick must be witnessed by a princess, for safety purposes.”
> You stare into her eyes with disbelief
> She is serious, and yet
> You can see something else in her gaze
> If this was merely a matter of justice, you would feel more at ease
> Nevertheless, the Princess wants a show
> You approach Anom slowly, trying to decide the best spot
> He turns his head to the side obligingly
> Ah, well then
> You rest your hands on his shoulders and lean forward
> His skin is musky, and salty on your tongue
> Unlike the first time, it seems this body is well suited to the toxins
> It is almost…pleasant
> Then a warm thing brushes against your thigh
> You spring back, and just as you feared, it has returned
> Celestia chuckles
> “I think he likes you.”
> Anom is blushing
> “Sorry, it’s just an automatic reaction.”
> You know better
> If you had lingered just a moment longer within his arms reach…
> Best not to think of such things
“Very funny. Are we done here?”
> Celestia nods
> “I am, at least. Anom has a reading lesson, why don’t you accompany him?”
> You glare at her
> It actually feels kind of nice, not to have to hide your hostility
“Fine.”
> Anom sighs and walks out the door
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You glance at your pile of romance novels
> You had hoped to read them together, but with this interloper…
> Simple vocabulary is the order of the day
> The door to the study opens
“Hello, Anom, how are you?”
> He looks a little uncomfortable
> “I’m…alright.”
> His
> Friend
> Walks in behind him, oddly not in a sheet
> She sneers at you
> “At least I won’t have to suffer through your lessons anymore.”
> Rude
> Also, what?
> You look at Anom who smiles apologetically
> “It turns out she’s Chrysalis. Something about a shapeshifting accident.”
> You glance at the imposter(?)
> She lounges off in the corner, her attention pointedly elsewhere
“What? How? I mean, we need to tell Celestia!”
> Anom hold up his claws placatingly
> “Celestia’s the one that figured it out. Basically, Chrysalis is stuck with me, and can’t turn back to normal.”
> Oh
> So, if the female anomaly is actually Chrysalis…
> You glance at your pile of novels with a smile
“Let’s just ignore her then. Why don’t you try your hoof at some of these books?”
 
> You are very aware of your shoulder pressed against his as he runs his claw along the page
> Such delicate little digits
> “She stared from the balcony, wishing he would touch her like he caressed the ancient tomes he loved so.”
> Such a good student
> You have to be subtle
> You tilt your head slowly to the side, until it just barely rests on his shoulder
> “She cursed him then, blind and deaf to all that mattered. Why couldn’t he see that ghosts are ponies too?”
> This is your favorite part
> It’s hard to focus on your seduction campaign when you are so caught up in the story
> “She drifted down and peered over his shoulder. It hurt to be so close, yet so immaterial.”
> You turn to look only at him, his scent filling your nostrils
> “Strange words fell from his lips, and Specter Scepter felt a change seize her body. All at once, she could feel his heat, his body suddenly pressed firm and hot against her own.”
> You hear a scoff from the corner, but you ignore her
> “He looked to her then, and blinded her with a beautiful smile. ‘We are reunited, my love.’ Specter felt a heat of her own build within her for the first time in years. ‘I have never left you.’ With that, she forced him to the ground with mareful passion and…”
> You find yourself nuzzling his neck, letting his voice wash over you
> “Really, Twilight? A porn book?”
> Scornful laughter peals from the corner
> You draw back, immediately regretting the loss of contact, but you have more important things to do
“It’s not a porn book, Anom. It is a beautiful piece of literature with a complex narrative and many endearing characters, some of which are ghosts. Really, you should read it for its cultural significance if nothing else.”
> Anom looks at you skeptically, then at the rest of the pile of books
> “They are all porn books, aren’t they?”
> …
> …….
“Maybe.”
 
> Be Chrysalis
> They’re…
> They’re actually ignoring you
> Fine
> Good
> It’s good that Twilight is distracting him, with-
> Those can’t really be porn books
> Anon skips ahead, still pausing at the occasional long word
> You aren’t sure you believe his reaction
> It’s hard to believe that there is something Twilight can stomach that Anom can’t
> You can still picture his insistent, threatening erection
> …
> You look at the pile of books
> Perhaps it would give you an edge
> You sneak over and snag a book
 
> Be Anon
> The horse alphabet is almost completely phonetic
> It takes more letters, but the spelling is much more consistent than English mess
> It’s actually pretty easy to learn, all things considered
> Now, the books Twilight has you reading…
> You admit, they are somewhat interesting
> It’s just the sex scenes use incredibly flowery language, completely avoiding mentioning any body parts whatsoever
> Passages like, “His waves lapped at her shore, his grand galleon pulling into her secret harbor”
> You’re pretty sure that’s about anal, but who knows
> At any rate, after several hours of reading aloud, you set the book aside
“I think that’s a good stopping point for today.”
> Twilight stirs blearily from your shoulder
> “Wha? No, she was about to induct Danger Gleam into her personal guard!”
> You close the book firmly
“Yes, a perfect stopping point. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get a drink.”
> You rise, and immediately you hear a small pop behind you
> You look over your shoulder to see a glass of water levitating towards you
> Twilight pats your cushion
> “Just a little more?”
> She looks at you with large, pleading eyes
> You shake your head ruefully
“I’d like to stretch my legs too.”
> She sighs, but gets to her hooves
“Hey, Chrysalis, would you like to-“
> The woman throws a book across the room in a panic, then stroking her hair with forced casualness
> “Oh, nothing, nothing at all. I’m afraid you are mistaken.”
>…
“I’m going for a walk, want to come?”
> Her mouth twists in displeasure
> “Thanks to your finest ass, I have no choice.”
> Hold up
> You look at your rear
> Is it that good?
> It’s hard to tell, maybe Twlight can tell you, as an assistant to the Finest of asses
“Twilight, do I have a finest ass?”
> She blushes, no doubt embarrassed at your audacious question
> Twilight glances at it, then swiftly looks away
> “I-I guess? I mean, it’s good. I don’t know if you could accurately apply the superlative, but from a purely objective standpoint, it’s, ah, very nice.”
> That’s about what you thought
> You are a bit bigger than most ponies, Finest Asses aside, so you probably do belong to some of the upper strata of society
“There you have it, Chrysalis. I merely have a nice ass, so you do have a choice. Come to think of it…”
> You still have a hard time adjusting to her being nude, but if she doesn’t want to cover up, you aren’t going to make a fuss
> Still, you get rather stiff while contemplating her approximate rank in the bootystocracy
“You might not be a finest ass yourself, but it’s pretty close.”
> Chrysalis’s face gets red with anger, and she makes little abortive noises in the back of her throat
 
> Be Chrysalis
> Why is he talking about asses so much?
> It’s not like changelings have much in the flank department, but you are-were a lithe, elegant queen
> So you feel nothing when he compliments your butt
> Nothing at all
> Now if only you could figure out how to make this throat thing work again
 
> Be Anom
> Well, you should probably leave before you get her any angrier
“At any rate, maybe I’ll see you at dinner.”
> With that you walk out of the room
> She doesn’t follow, she probably just needs her space
 
> Be Chrysalis
> Okay
> That was…
> Unimportant
> You wait a moment longer, then stalk quietly across the room
> The book is largely undamaged, and you pick up where you had left off
> ‘The gentle mare was tossed onto her captor’s bed, and the Gryphon captain pounced upon her…’
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You didn’t think you would ever have anything in common with the Queen of the Changelings, but it appears a love of romance novels transcends all species
> You look at Anom striding along, utterly unaffected by the thrilling scene he stopped so callously
> Maybe not all species, then
> “So, were you the one that made my sex schedule?”
> Your mind comes to a complete stop
> Anom tilts his head at you, backlit by the afternoon sun in the arched window
> You understand the individual words, but…
“Sex schedule?”
> He frowns, concentrating
> “What did she call it, oh yes, the Cumming Plan. Even if you didn’t make it, you have a copy or something, right?”
> You had suspected this for a while now, but Anom might not be…all there
> Not that there’s anything wrong with that
> Some of your best friends aren’t all there
> You are very progressive about the differently sane
“I’m… not sure what you are talking about.”
> Anom frowns, and starts walking again
> You trot to keep up
> “It’s something Luna said, that she was on my Cumming Plan, but her sister has a larger something. I don’t mind having those kinds of appointments, but I keep forgetting to find out what they are, so I fear the schedule isn’t really working. Say, maybe you could make a better schedule, you always seemed good at organizing things.”
> …
“You want me to make a schedule about, ah, coupling with mares? Who should I include? Am I included? What times are you open to, er, activities? Oh, where’s some ink and paper when you need some…”
> You aren’t really sure about how good you are at organizing this sort of thing, but the Princesses are counting on you to get it right
 
> Be Rarity
> You have been hard at work in the small workshop the princesses have granted you
> If Anom truly wants to bring back the fashions of ancient Roam, he’ll need more than sloppily arranged bedsheets
> Thank goodness Tyrian purple is much easier to come by nowadays
> The dye has already set in the borders of the toga, so you work on the tunic
> It would be too easy to follow the old styles and leave it blank
> No, instead you embroider vines and trees around the neckline, golden thread for one side, navy for the other
> It would be a simple matter of switching upon which shoulder her wore the toga, and thereby be properly attired for audiences in either the Day or Night court
> You tie off the last thread, and snip the dangling end
> You cast it onto a crude form and step back to admire it
“Rarity, you are a talent.”
> With a thought, the whole ensemble folds itself neatly and comes to rest on your back
> Time to seek out Anom
 
> Be Luna
> Clearly food based pranks are no longer cutting it
> Pitting your strength against his is too dangerous, if he overcomes you, you are utterly at his mercy
> And yet, magic would be too unsatisfying
> You need to do what he did to you
> Make him writhe and submit and cast aside all dignity
> But how?
 
> Be Anon
> Twilight had run off, mumbling about refractory periods and collaborative compromises
> It was actually kind of nice to walk around by yourself
> Solitude has been hard to come by ever since you hopped the language barrier
> Eventually, your stomach reminded you that some interaction is necessary
> You set off for the dining hall
> Along the way, you see Rarity with an odd lump on her back
> She perks up when she sees you and trots right over
> “Anom, just the stallion I was looking for. I realize I was a bit too forward before, so I made this as an apology and a sample. Would you kindly try it on?”
> A bundle of cloth floats to you, unfolding in the air
> Some sort of dress and a fancy sheet?
> You shrug and pull the dress over your head
> It’s actually kinda nice to wear clothes again
> Then the sheet surges around you, wrapping then tucking up over your shoulder
> Rarity eyes you critically, her magic tugging at the folds of the sheet
> At last, she smiles
> “Oh darling, such gravitas. It really s-“
> Your stomach growls
> “Ah, perhaps we should retire to the dining hall. Oh! And while we are there, I can teach you the proper way to eat!”
“Sounds…good.”
> You aren’t really sure why you are wearing a fancy toga, nor why what you thought was a crass, sensual horse is suddenly very fixated on manners
> But, as with all things, you roll with it
> As you continue to your destination, you examine the clothing you are wearing
> It’s a bit too fancy for your tastes
> Especially the embroidery
> Still, it’s not bad
“Thanks for the clothes.”
> Rarity smiles
> “You are quite welcome. Of course, I must admit that I hoped this would help us come to an arrangement, so it is not an entirely altruistic gift.”
> An arrangement?
> Oh
> You glance appreciatively at Rarity’s body
> She is an odd mix of elegance and youthfulness, at least as far as magic horses go
> Not to mention her long experience as Shewestia’s pet, she must know some interesting techniques
“Actually, you might want to talk to Twilight, she’s setting up my schedule for those sorts of things. I’m not entirely sure about how much time I will have, but you’re welcome to it.”
> Rarity looks surprised
> “Really? Well, I look forward to working with you then!”
> What an odd way of putting it, though you suppose it is like work for pets
 
> Be Luna
> Your sister had said something about a female anomaly
> As you approach the creature from behind, you get an idea
“Greetings.”
> She turns, and gives you a nod
> “Hello, Princess.”
> You draw up along side her
“Tell me, do you have feelings for Anom?”
> Her face immediately turns red
> “NO! I don’t have any- It’s his fault I’m stuck like this!”
> Good
“And does he have feelings for you?”
> The female clutches a book to her oddly placed teats and looks away
> “Y-yes. A little.”
“Would you like to get revenge upon him?”
> She looks at you with interest
> “What do you have in mind?”
 
> Be Celestia
> You wish you could go back to when you thought Anom was a hot beast
> Now, even when you do have a fleeting moment to yourself, he is usually accompanied by at least one mare
> You swallow a bite of your dinner and look to your left
> It seems he is being taught table manners
> You pause to admire his clothes, it’s been a while since you have last seen that fashion
“My compliments on the design, Rarity. It’s nice to see the old forms brought back.”
> The little pony blushes at the compliment
> “I’m glad you like it. But I really can’t take all the credit, Anom here is the one who has been evoking the Roaman style.”
> You hear muttering from the nobles, and many a glance sent towards Anom’s attire
> He senses the attention, and looks down the table with an eyebrow raised
> The nobles discreetly turn away
> It seems a trend is in the offing
> Then Luna and Chrysalis walk in and take their seats
> An interesting combination, though the changeling seems profoundly uninterested in, well, almost everypony
> For some reason, your sister smiles smugly at Anom throughout the meal
> At the end, you dismiss the nobles to their duties, though you can sense a reluctance to their movements
> It has been a while since such interesting guests have dined with you
> When the last one leaves, Luna fixes her gaze on the hiyumin
> “Anom, witness your humiliation!”
> With that, she pets Chrysalis’s mane
> …
> Anom’s brow furrows
> “New train station?”
> Luna scowls, and nuzzles Chrysalis’s cheek
> “Your humiliation! I have taken the last of your kind. Now she prefers only my touch!”
> Chrysalis blushes at that, but doesn’t try to deny it
> Perhaps it is her idea?
> You send a pulse to the empathic wards in the room
> No, there isn’t any magical manipulation involved
> Anom smiles
> “Congratulations, Chrysalis. I know it can be hard finding someone to date when you are a lesbian.”
> Rarity looks at the female hiyumin in puzzlement
> “Are you sure that’s Chrysalis, Darling?”
> You should probably step in at this point
“I’m afraid it is her. Now, Chrysalis, this little charade will not exempt you from having to spend time with Anom.”
 > She nods
> “I know.”
> Rarity looks at her with a critical eye
> “What an odd shape to choose. And those unsightly teats! Really, you should try to stay within the realm of the natural world. No wonder you were found out.”
 > Anom coughs
> “Those are, ah, within the normal range for hiyumins.”
> Rarity raises her eyebrows
> “I see…”
> Luna growls
> “It seems I shall have to speak plainly, Anom. I have cuckolded you, and even should you eventually continue your species, the only female of your kind will long for me the entire time!”
> Anom blinks
> “Okay.”
> Luna gets to her hooves
> “Okay? Surely, you are bothered by this. Your destined mate desires another, and I flaunt my hold upon her in your face.”
> She licks Chrysalis’s cheek
> Anom raises his eyebrows
> “Ah. I…dare you to do that again. I think you are just faking it.”
> Rarity chokes on air
> Luna scowls furiously
> “Disbelieve this!”
> She turns toward a suddenly apprehensive changeling and kisses her passionately
> Chrysalis makes muffled noises of protest, her hands ineffectively pushing at your sister’s face
> Inflamed by the contact, Luna’s wings extend as she probes deeper into the hiyumin mouth
> Rarity discreetly averts her eyes, though she glances from time to time
> Anom rubs his chin in mock indecision
> “ Yeah, seems fake.”
> You should probably save Chrysalis
> Luna growls, her hoof sliding up between Chrysalis’s legs
“My, what shocking impropriety.”
> Luna breaks the kiss, glaring at you
> “You are hardly one to judge in such matters.”
> Chrysalis gasps for breath, scooting back
> “You said light petting only! I didn’t agree to this!”
> Luna turns a scowl on her coconspirator
> “Don’t say such things, he’ll figure it out.”
> Chrysalis rolls her eyes
> “He already figured it out. In fact, he’s getting off on this!”
> Luna slowly turns to see Anom’s grinning face
> “Guilty.”
> Rarity sighs
> “I don’t know why I keep expecting royalty to be sophisticated. I really should know better.”
> Luna scrunches her snout
> “But I cuckolded you!”
> Anom shakes his head
> “Think about it this way. If I ever do have sex with her, I will be stealing a lesbian from a happy relationship and impregnating her. If anything, I am cuckolding you.”
> Luna grinds her teeth, then teleports away with a loud thunderclap
“Anom? Would you mind pretending to lose next time? I’d rather not have to retrieve courtiers from the moon.”
> Anom frowns a little at that
> “Depends on the stakes. Still, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
> You nod graciously
“See that you do. Any plans for the evening?”
> Anom tilts his head
> “…Do I have an appointment with you, then?”
> Hmmm
> A good question
> With the Chrysalis situation being what it is, do you allow yourself some of his special attentions?
> Although…
“Yes, I would like to see you and Chrysalis in my chambers.”
> Chrysalis doesn’t look happy with that
> Rarity glances at you uncertainly
> “Well, I would rather not get in the way. I’m sure you have sensitive things to discuss.”
> You can almost feel her curiosity
“Don’t worry, my little pony, you wouldn’t be in the way. It might not be to your taste, but I won’t prevent you from being present.”
> The fashionista gnaws on her lip
>  “In that case…I think I shall accompany you.”
> Anom raises an eyebrow, but shrugs
> This may be interesting
 
 
> Be Rarity
> You find yourself following behind the Princess and Anom
> You glance at Chrysalis
> Such odd proportions
> Still, perhaps you could do something, it’s so rare to design for a tall, narrow frame
> Perhaps it could hang off the swell of her teats?
> She catches you looking
> “What.”
> You meet her eyes, her rude tone sparking a slight sense of challenge within you
“Do you know what this is about?”
> She frowns, and you sense her irritability directed elsewhere
> “I have a vague suspicion. What about you?”
> You think back to Twilight’s “horror” stories about Anom
> You turn to stare ahead
“I might, though I’m not sure why we’d be there.”
> Celestia’s eye winks at you from over her shoulder
> The room you end up in is tastefully, yet minimally decorated
> You spy an elegant bookcase, partially full of scrolls
> You recognize some of them, and are a little touched to see your reports so preserved
> Your attention is drawn to Celestia
> She’s whispering something in Anom’s ear
> It would be an innocent act, but for the light blush of her cheeks
> As an Element of Harmony, and as something of a friend, you’ve seen a wider range of emotions on the Royal Countenance than most
> You get the distinct feeling that that range will be widened by the day’s end
 
> Be Celestia
> You feel as frisky as a young mare in her first spring awakening
> It takes considerable effort to keep from pouncing on the young, virile hiyumin
> Alas, you have to show how gentle and enticing he can be, perhaps another time you could give in to some of your more aggressive proclivities
> You raise a forehoof from the ground, presenting it to Anom
> Rarity bites her lip, recognizing the form
 
> Be Chrysalis
> Hoofholding? Are you supposed to be jealous?
> Anom encircles the hoof in his claws, then slides them up the sides of the leg
> You find yourself rubbing your arm without thinking
> You shake your head and return your claw to your side
> Anom continues, his claws plowing through Celestia’s chest fur and up her neck
> You can see her sway, aborting a lunge that would have pressed him tightly between her and the floor
> It can’t feel that good
> You find yourself studying her face, seeking some hint of artificiality
> Then Anom nuzzles up from below her chin, and you feel a tightening in your chest
> It’s like your amorevorous hunger, yet…not
> You’ve nuzzled before, as other mares, how could this be different?
> You stretch out your senses, reassuring yourself that he still has some affections for y-
> Why? Why does that matter?
> You clench your claws into fists
> Nothing has made sense since you licked the damnable hiyumin
 
> Be Celestia
> The tension, the anticipation…
> His cheek pushing past the underside of your chin
> You feel your maternal instincts flare, both at war and in harmony with the fire in your veins
> “Who’s a good mistress?”
> The question penetrates through the haze of lust in your mind
> It’s one you’ve wrestled with in one form or another for centuries
> If one finds ruling to be pleasant, does that make one a better or worse ruler?
> Does ponykind need a mi-
> “You are!”
> What!?
> Anom brings your face down to meet his eyes
> “You’re the best mistress I’ve ever had. I want to be your pet forever!”
> This is amazing!
> You feel unjustifiably relieved, as though his sweet words removed all your regrets and uncertainties
> You grin without holding anything back
“Then I’m going to keep you forever. My little hiyumin.”
> He hugs you then, his strong arms pressing you to his firm chest, your head resting contentedly on his shoulder
> You awkwardly wrap a forelimb around him, exulting in how warm and right he feels against you
> Then your eyes focus on Chrysalis, a look of deep longing in her eyes
> Oh
> Your plan…worked
> You close your eyes, and breath deep Anom’s scent
> You wish this could last longer
> Sensing a change, Anom pulls back a little and strokes your cheek
> “Something wrong?”
> You remove your forelimb, stepping slightly to the side
> You smile as gently as you can at Chrysalis
“Would you like to join us?”
> Anom glances back, then holds out a claw invitingly to her
> Chrysalis shifts uneasily
 
> Be Chrysalis
> It’s probably another trap
> But you can see the regret in Celestia’s eyes
> An old one, one you might be familiar with
> To always be a watcher, never a participant
> You take a hesitant step forward
> Anom smiles at you, completely guileless
> You glance down, and
> How?
> After all that, he doesn’t have boner!
> You take another step forward, eyes on the true danger
> This has to be a trap
> Anom speaks
> “It’s only cuddles.”
> Celestia nods, stepping back
> Anom glances at her, a little startled at her withdrawal, and you see her flinch, before smiling in a way that doesn’t reach her eyes
> No
> You step away from Anom and toward her
> She stops, uncertain
“I…you said I could join you. If I’m doing this, you’re c-cuddling too.”
> She looks a little bewildered
> Anom grins in understanding
> “Group hug!”
> He pulls you both in with strong arms, smooshing the three of your faces together
> Celestia hesitantly wraps a forelimb around each of you, and you soon reciprocate
> It’s warm and cramped, but for the first time in a long time, you feel truly loved
 
> Be Anon
> You are incredibly proud of yourself
> Not only have you somehow landed in a threesome, you haven’t said “Now kiss.”
> Chrysalis nudges against Shewestia
> “You deal with his boners though.”
> Shewestia lets out a low chuckle
> “Fair enough.”
> Speak of the devil
> Chryslalis squeaks and gives you some space
> Even through the toga, it’s hard to miss when you are all pressed together like that
“Sorry, but that was really sexy.”
> Shewestia sighs dramatically
> “A mare’s work is never done.”
> Then she ducks her head under your tunic, and
> Oh
> Oh yes
 
> Be Chrysalis
> You are glad you can’t see what she’s doing
> He must like it though, because he is groaning and petting her neck
> …
> You approach cautiously
“What about me?”
> He gives you a questioning glance
“Aren’t you going to pet me?”
> “Fffff…. Yes, c’mere.”
> You offer your back to him, this may be one of the few chances for you to get petted safely
> His claw slides under your yellow mane, then down your back, stopping just short of your flanks
> You shudder at the stimulation
> He stops
“Not good?”
> You glare at him over your shoulder, how dense can he be?
“Again!”
> You try to tune out the sucking, slurping sounds and
> This time his claw tips lightly trace down your spine, setting your skin afire and your toes to curling
> You let out a heated breath, unfamiliar stirrings rising in your body
> You need more
“Yes! Do that again!”
> Anom groans, and doesn’t respond
> What’s taking him-
> You look over your shoulder to see he had shucked off his clothes and grabbed onto Celestia’s head by her horn
> Her eyes rolled back into her head, he thrusts into her mouth again and again
> Marecum splatters from her splayed legs
> They look like they’re... enjoying themselves
> Messily
> Is this…
> You tap his shoulder
> No response, he just thrusts one last time into her mouth
> You can see her throat swallow a few times
> …
“Have you impregnated her now?”
> Anom lets go of her horn, gently stroking her mane as Celestia suckles a little longer
> He turns to you and pats your shoulder
> “No, this is just for fun.”
> Hmmm
> Celestia lifts her head, licking her lips with a smug expression
“Is it good?”
> She tilts her head, considering
> “It’s different. I liked it, but I like a lot of…different things. Would you like to try?”
> You eye the softening member
“No, no thank you. Just, ah, curious.”
> Celestia grins
> “More for me then.”
 
> Be Rarity
> You’ve worked hard to achieve the poise and sophistication to mingle in higher circles
“Oh, “ hah ” yes.”
> All that work, and it through your connection to Twilight that you find yourself at the very peak of high society
“Unf, so lewd darling.”
> Of course, it has always been about who you know
> Ironically, getting to know the princesses as you have has desensitized you to crass things
“Now grab her horn again, good.”
> Some habits are harder to break; your exhortations have been in a whisper this entire time
> Similarly, you are only gently stroking your marehood
> From time to time, Celestia catches your eye and winks…not with her eye
> You have some inkling as to why you are here
“You really are a thirsty mare, aren’t you?”
> Other ponies look upon her with fear and or awe
> She’s made sure you can never see her that way
> No, you fully understand that you are masturbating to an older mare still wild at heart, having a great deal of fun pleasuring a male
“Darling, would you kindly fill her up? Mmmm good.”
> Abandoning any pretense of sophistication, you ride your hoof to culmination, your eyes rolling back in your head
 
> You leave the damp spot on the carpet behind, and slip into a lull of the conversation
“Pardon me, but I must to bed. It’s been a pleasure, Princess, Anom, Chrysalis.”
> Celestia turns to the odd pair
> “Of course, excuse me, I’d like to talk with her a bit, I’ll be right back.”
> Anom smiles and gives you a little wave
> “Goodnight, Rarity.”
> Chrysalis gives you a curt nod, which is honestly more than you were expecting
> Celestia joins you, and you walk out
> “Sorry for not including you earlier.”
> You smile graciously
“I could tell you had your hooves full, and I dare say I did as well before too long.”
> She glances at your wet forehoof, and nods
> …
> “I’ve hardly been there for him. What does it mean that I’m the best mistress he’s ever had?”
> Hmmm
“Perhaps…the previous ones were more jealous? Or aloof? Or harsh? Perhaps he just prefers ponies? Really, as long as he is happy with you, I wouldn’t worry too much.”
> Celestia shakes her head
> “I still feel as though I’m taking advantage of him. I find it hard to believe that ponies in another world would so completely condition him to accept a life of sexual predation.”
> …
“Has he said as much? Perhaps it was merely a job he chose.”
> She pauses
> “Perhaps.”
> She shakes her head with a sigh, then continues on
> Perhaps you should change the subject somewhat
“Ah, what did you think of his attire?”
> Celestia turns an unreadable look on you
> “It was very… political.”
> You might have been a bit too clever for your own good
> “I loved it.”
> She gives you a warm smile as you sigh in relief
> “We’ll have to have him wear it for Luna sometime. Perhaps the court will also tailor themselves a bit more for her. You may very well have no few customers by week’s end.”
> While that is good, both for Luna and yourself, you are a bit more glad that Celestia truly liked it, rather than complimented your work for political reasons
> That reminds you…
“Speaking of the court, has anypony dared address you by Finest Ass yet?”
> Celestia giggles behind a raised hoof
> “No, not yet. Though I have noticed more gazes straying than usual.”
> You nod
“You know, he once said I had a good ass.”
> She pauses, and you take a few steps forward, deliberately swaying your flanks
> “He’s not wrong.”
> She trots up beside you, and you feel oddly pleased
“That means a lot, coming from the Finest Ass.”
> Celestia smiles at that, but her eyes go distant
> “Do you think…that’s how they sorted their hierarchy?”
> It takes a moment for you to understand what she means
“That seems really arbitrary.”
> “From a society with either professional or indoctrinated pleasure servants for ponies? I know there have been times when the nobility have tended towards reckless hedonism. I have often wondered what would happen to my little ponies, had I not been there.”
“I am sure that the truth about his home is much stranger than what we have guessed. We really should ask him about it before going too far with our assumptions.”
> You find yourself at the doors to your chambers
“Thank you for walking me to my room, Celestia. It’s been a pleasure talking with you.”
> Celestia nods
> “ For me as well, you have given me much to think about.”
> Perhaps it was how comfortable you feel around her, or maybe what she let you see before
> Either way, the words leave your mouth with nary a thought
“Were you a stallion, this would be when you lean in for a goodnight kiss. As it is though, I’m-“
> She darts her head forward, kissing you gently on the cheek, lingering for the briefest of moments
> “Goodnight Rarity.”
> Your heart thunders in your ears and you stare in shock as she sashays away
> You fall back onto your rear, a hoof almost touching your face
> Did she-
> You hadn’t ever considered, not for yourself-
> Do you even-
> You whisper,
“Good night, indeed.”
> It would seem you have much to think about this night as well
> In time, you lay in between the sheets, staring sightlessly at the ceiling
> A knock sounds at the door, and you move to answer it
> Twilight stands outside, several clipboards floating around her, along with quills and bottles of ink
“Can I help you darling?”
> Twilight gives you her “new project” smile
> “Nope, I got this one well in hoof. I was just wondering, do you want to be on Anom’s schedule as well, and if so, daily or weekly?”
> You suppose it is time his education got a bit more structured, perhaps with some regular cultural exchanges
> To that end…
“Daily, please.”
> Twilight raises an eyebrow, then shrugs
> “Thank you. With that, I think I may be almost done… we’ll be meeting in my room after breakfast tomorrow.”
“I shall be there. And Twilight?”
> “Yes?”
“Make sure that you get some rest. No schedule is worth your beauty sleep, darling.”
> Twilight tilts her head
> “I can think of a few…but don’t worry, Rarity. I’ll be fine.”
“Very well. Goodnight, Twilight.”
> “Goodnight Rarity.”
> When you climb back into bed, you feel a bit more sleepy
> What a day, what a night
 
> Be Spike, dragon of the house
> It was touch and go for a while there, but then everypony came back and now you only have to do minor things around the library and keep an eye on Sweetie Bell
> Rarity trusted you with this important, perilous task, and you just know she’s noticed how you’ve grown in the past year or so
> You have an extra dorsal spine, and you are a cubit longer!
> You feel like you are entering in a new era of Spikedom
> It’s not even that hard for you to take care of Sweetie Bell anymore
> She really respects your newfound maturity, and spends all day reading some books Twilight never let you organize or read
> “They’re only for mares, Spike. I’m sure you wouldn’t like them.”
> You sneak a look every once in a while
> Seems like normal stories as far as you can tell
> Still, you wish Twilight and Rarity would come back soon
> You hear a crash in the library
> You sigh and grab a brush and dustpan
 
> Be Luna, projecting
> Astrally that is
> Sometimes you spend hours in the night sky, shining down on the great sphere of your home
> The moon is almost nonexistent in your mind
> You’ve moved it so often, lived on its surface for longer than most minds can comprehend
> You are aware you haven’t been acting the most sensibly these past few days
> It was not so long ago that you warned your sister against bestiality for the last time
> The creature has occupied Celestia’s attention far too much, and you must admit you are not immune to the pull
> It’s so strange, so friendly, so unpredictable
> It falls to you to do what must be done
> You bring your mind’s form to the shadows of the Everfree
> Beasts and wisps scatter before your translucent hoofsteps
> It is all too tempting to cut down the trees, hunt the aberrant, and smooth over the one rough spot in a world of order
> Celestia disagrees
> For your part, you have noticed a troubling phenomenon
> For every acre diminished, the magic within increases
> Poison joke was once a rare herb, but now it grows in thick patches
> Basilisks now venture out into the outer fringes of the forest
> What you look for this night isn’t in the exact center, that’s not how this place works
> You follow a river flowing upstream, as it rises in a double helix up a cliffside, and into a roiling lake
> At the shallowest end, a cracked geode half glows a deep blue as it drinks the water
> A few strides away lies the other half, glowing a bright red, on top of a pile of strange artifacts
> One of them looks like a boot, if it was fitted for a dragon’s claw
> Or perhaps a hiyumin’s
 
> Be Chrysalis
> You sit on a cushion and wait
> Anom is perfectly relaxed on the bed
> And why wouldn’t he be relaxed? He has nothing to fear
> His body was made to penetrate
> Of course, yours might be made to accept, but you have seen Changeling thoraxes ruptured
> They dropped the guise in a panic when their partner grew too amorous, just in time for a penis to punch through the fragile rear joint in the carapace
> You are reasonably sure you will never return to your original form, but even so, your body may be getting acclimated to the toxic biochemistry of the hiyumin species
> It would be just your luck if you died just as you supped deep of unfiltered love
> Celestia returns soon enough
> She glances at you, then nods in understanding
> She climbs up beside the Love Nexus and nuzzles against his neck, a foreleg draped across his chest
> He murmurs something, and you feel a brief stab of jealousy
> What an odd thing to feel
> Nevertheless, you climb in after her, taking his other side
> You are taking a gambit here
“Do not have sex with me. Especially while I am asleep.”
> Anom nods, put a bit off balance by the command
> Satisfied, you lay down on your side, turning your back to him
> He pats your hip fondly, then leaves his hand there
> …
> The night is still, but sharp
> You try to rest, but every little motion moves his hand on you
> At last, you gingerly lift his arm and return it to his side
> Better…if colder
 
> Be Anon
> As you wake, your arms tingle
> No, scratch that, they are still asleep, pins and needles everywhere
> You tug a bit at your right arm, but it is under who knows how many pounds of magic horse
> Your left one-
> You would appreciate having a handful of ass more, but you can’t feel too much
> Still, can’t pass this up
> You give Chrysalis a gentle squeeze before sliding slowly out from under her
> Feeling returns with agonizing slowness, and you work with a half-numb arm to free your other
> Shewestia snorts in her sleep, but doesn’t stir
> Using your formidable stealth skills, you crawl out of bed without waking either, uh, lady? Girlfriend? Alien?
> At any rate, you stalk out into the early morning palace, sunlight wobbling only slightly through the windows
> It’s nice, being up an about while everyone else is asleep
> Occasionally, you see a changing of the guard, but there are few others roaming the halls
> You meander down to the kitchen, your stomach waking up early as well
> Now, where was it?
> A few turns, and some helpful directions from a guard later, you open the door to the kitchen
> And an… intimate scene
> You freeze, they freeze, and you slowly close the door
> Well
> Okay
> Now what?
> The door opens, and a maid speedwalks away, her face red
> The cook pokes his head out, nodding to you sheepishly
> “Can I, ah, help you with something?”
> You feel a bit bad about interrupting, but
“Breakfast please? Er, pancakes or whatever’s quickest.”
> He nods again, and closes the door
> You look around the hallway
> Is there a chair, or
> The cook opens the door again
> “Would you like to wait inside? I mean, I could bring it to the dining hall, but you seem hungry…”
“Oh, yes, I’ll wait inside. Thanks.”
> He gives a small smile, then holds the door open for you
> It’s kinda awkward, just standing there, watching a horse make pancakes
> He feels it too
> “Soooo… Celestia, huh?”
> You shrug
“Pretty much. Was that your girlfriend, or…”
> “Gir-oh, marefriend. Yeah, we’ve been going steady for a while now. Er, sorry about earlier, nopony’s usually up this early.”
“It’s alright. Sorry for intruding, actually.”
> He gives you a half-smile, then turns back to the griddle
 
> You are half done with your third pancake when he gathers his courage to speak again
> “So are you her coltfriend, or consort, or…nevermind, none of my business.”
> Hmmm
“I’m not entirely sure. We haven’t really talked about it.”
> The cook horse shakes his head
> “Well, for what it’s worth, this is the happiest I’ve seen her in years. Keep doing what you are doing, I guess.”
> You feel rather flattered
“Thanks, I’ll do my best.”
> He nods
> …
> …
> “Do you really call her Finest Ass?  I heard it from a friend, but there’s no way…”
> You are a little confused
“It’s her title, isn’t it?”
> The cook slowly shifts his weight onto his hind legs
> “Fortune favors the bold, I guess.”
> You are about to question him some more, but the morning shift of cooks show up,  and you quickly get out of their way
 
> Be Chrysalis, a little earlier
> You wake up to a change in the breathing next to you
> You lay on your back, letting your senses catch up to your sudden consciousness
> Oh yes, you remember your foolish gamble last night
> Maybe not so foolish, you aren’t dead yet
> Anon shifts slightly, his bare skin brushing against your shoulder
> You feel warm, almost too warm
> Then Anom shifts the other way and you are suddenly very aware of the fact that you are laying on his arm
> You feign sleep, hoping he remains significantly distracted by Celestia
> He grabs your butt
> You freeze in terror and something else
> You know what will happen, but part of you keeps you still and silent, hoping that he doesn’t penetrate you, perhaps fatally
> Yes, that is what keeps you from running away, that hope
> Definitely
> His arm slides out from under you, and
> You hear some low grunting as the bed jostles
> Of course, Celestia!
> You feel a wave of relief flow through you, leaving only a slightly bitter aftertaste for some reason
> After a surprisingly short time of having his way with her, Anom leaves the room
> You sag into the mattress boneless, the danger passed
“Better you than me, Princess.”
> She doesn’t respond
> …
> You slowly crawl over
> You can’t believe it
> Somehow, she slept through all of –that-
> …
> You set yourself down gently in his place
> His scent is all around you, a not entirely unpleasant experience
> You stroke Celestia’s neck
> It feels so strange, stroking what was once your mortal enemy
> The cold remnants of your heart stir a little
> Then she rolls on top of you, rubbing her cheek against yours
> “Ready for another round, are you? I know I am.”
> Words die in your throat as you feel her feverish marehood slide up and down your leg
> She’s-
> It’s too-
“Ah. Um.”
> Celestia pauses, her nose nuzzling your neck
> “Yes?”
“I’m not Anom.”
> Celestia pulls back slowly
> When she sees your face, hers turns beet red
> “Sorry, I thought- smell just-“
> She scrambles off
> You find yourself smiling for some reason
“My leg is very flattered, though.”
> You’ve seen Celestia struck down by your magic
> You’ve seen her suspended and helpless in a cocoon  
> You think you prefer her like this, head buried in a pillow, moaning in deep embarrassment
> You pat her shoulder consolingly
“It’s okay, I’m sure you don’t rape ponies most of the time.”
> “Mvrph!”
“Please, you get off on forcing me to lick Anom.”
> …
“I pity the guards, I can only imagine what you put them through for your sick amusement. How many young stallions have touched each other to sate your sexual appetite?”
> Celestia lifts her head glares at you
> “None. I cannot deny I have some…interest in your punishment, but it is still a good precaution in this situation. Now, shall we leave this topic, and get some breakfast?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To just ignore all those lustful motives for your actions.”
> She draws herself up, reclaiming some lost dignity
> “Awfully bold for one who claims she doesn’t want sex, yet rolls in the scent of a male. Oh, and you’re wet too.”
> You look down at your traitorous flower
> …
> You don’t really want…
> You huff
“Whatever. I’m having Twilight witness today’s lick.”
> Celestia snorts
> “Fine by me.”
> …
> You aren’t going to say it
> She seems similarly stubborn
> …
> Her stomach growls
“Hah! Anot-“
> Your stomach growls
> …
> “Food?”
“Yes.”
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You feel pretty excited about the upcoming meeting, it’s the first time you’ve organized something like this…
> Involving other ponies
> Your own schedule usually has a few slots marked with vague euphemisms, and is partly why you don’t dictate your daily schedule to Spike anymore
> You also want him to grow as a dragon, and not be so defined by being your #1 assistant
> You eat your breakfast early and quickly, and get back to your bedroom to put the finishing touches on your presentation
 
> Be Spike
> You feel a little odd, walking through the boutique when Rarity isn’t there
> There’s something in the air, the sense of clothes mares don’t let you see, too many silks in artful disarray
> There’s also some muted splashing from one of the back rooms, and you hope Sweetie Bell isn’t making too much of a mess
> You wander around, listening to the hairdryer with only half an ear
> When at last Sweetie Bell reappears, you find yourself deeply uncomfortable
> Her hair is a vivid purple, a little off from her sister’s, but noticeably similar
> She turns her head to the side, showing off the familiar curl her mane has just gotten long enough to pull off
> She’s grown, since you first arrived in Ponyville
> “What do you think? I mean, Spikey-wikey, do I look good?”
> For some reason, it is suddenly a bit warmer in the shop
“Why are you…”
> Sweetie Bell huffs, but without commitment
> “Can’t a mare, uh, change her mane every once in a while?”
> She starts to walk around you
> Then your nose registers the smell, the perfume Rarity usually wears, but too much
“Why are you trying to be Rarity?”
> She comes around to your front again
> “I’m not, I’m just trying to be a bit more sophistigatored in how I present myself, that’s all. Now, what do you think?”
> She starts to circle behind you
“Well, it’s a little h-OW!”
> Sweetie Bell stumbles, and your tail throbs
> “Sorry! I didn’t mean to, I…”
> You turn around, only for your face to come a hairsbreadth from hers
> Her eyes are so large and luminous
> “I just, I wanted you to notice me.”
> You reach out your claw, uncertain and hesitant
“I do notice you, I’ve been watching over you while they’re gone.”
> You pat her shoulder once
> Sweetie frowns
> “I’ve grown, you know. I’m practically a real mare now.”
“I know.”
> She pauses at that
> You find your face heating up
> Sweetie Bell turns her head away, presenting her neck to you
> “Sh-show me.”
> She’s not Rarity, she can’t be Rarity
> Your claw traces up her neck
> She shudders
> Maybe, maybe you can be for her what you wish Rarity was for you
> In the too sweet air, in the closed shop of silks and longing, it is enough
 
> Be Celestia
> You aren’t entirely sure what this meeting is about, Twilight was oddly vague about the agenda
> Still, when you look around at the other mares in the room, you figure it has something to do with Anom
> Luna is looking…serious
> More so than usual, that is
> Rarity is blushing ever so slightly
> You still aren’t entirely sure how far you or she wants to go, but she is very dear to you
> Chrysalis is slightly grumpy, but she is a captive
> Twilight clears her throat and levitates a clipboard to each of the assembled mares and the hiyumin
> “Before I begin, let me just say how honored I am that you have chosen me to put this together. I hope it will be to your satisfaction.”
> You look at the heading of the chart, “Procreative Allocations in Polyamorous  Association with Anom”
> Oh yes, the sex schedule
> You glance around, and find the others aren’t as calm about the document’s contents
> Luna huffs angrily, dropping the clipboard to the floor
> Rarity looks conflicted,
> “Darling, I thought you meant for teaching him things like table manners and learning about his homeworld.”
> Twilight raises a hoof, and pauses
> “Oh.”
>  Chrysalis scowls at the paper
> “Where am I?”
> Twilight trots over, distracted
> “Um, since you don’t actually want to procreate with him, you can just sorta hang around all day, and maybe share a session with an obliging mare.”
“I won’t mind, if it comes to that.”
> Chrysalis gives you an unreadable look, but nods her thanks
> Luna snorts
> “She can have mine, I have no intention of coupling with Anom ever again. Now, if the trivialities are over with, I have a matter of some import.”
> Twilight makes a small noise of protest, her eyes wavering as she gazes at your sister with tears welling up in her eyes
> Luna shifts uncomfortably
> “Perhaps I spoke in haste. Now that the very important matter of rutting has been efficiently and comprehensively dealt with, “
> Twilight smiles a little
> Luna continues
> “I have found the rupture from whence Anom entered Equestria.”
> You straighten up a little
“Is it stable?”
> She nods
> “There is a semi-continuous exchange of matter between the two worlds. It is possible that a number of strange animals passed through, only to be eaten or otherwise killed before exiting the Everfree. There are also a number of artifacts in varying states of repair piled up around the portal from Anom’s land to ours. It would be best if Anom were to identify them before any research is begun.”
> You nod
“A wise precaution. Well, Anom? Shall we go?”
> He rocks back, a swirl of emotions crossing his face
> “I, uh, yeah, I can do that.”
> You get up to go
> Twilight stands forlornly by the chalkboard
> “But, my presentation…”
“Don’t you want to learn more about hiyumin civilization? But before that, Chrysalis has something she wants you to witness.”
> The shapeshifter glares at you, and shoos you away
> Anom makes as if to leave, but Chrysalis places a restraining claw on his shoulder
> You wait outside in the hall with Luna and Rarity
> Rarity gives you a questioning glance
“It’s part of her punishment. I guess she’s just being shy about it.”
> She nods, not really understanding, but accepting the explanation
 
> Be Twilight
> You were all set to give a lecture on respecting each other’s time, and some educated guesses about hiyumin refractory periods, but
> Chrysalis holds Anom’s claw in both of hers, bringing it up to her face
> What is she-
> A pink tongue swirls around one of his soft claws, then retreats back into her mouth
> Anom’s breathing speeds up
> You glance down at the tunic he was wearing, and
> Yup, a boner
> Chrysalis sees it too
> “Really? Just from that?”
> Anom gives her an odd look
> “Of course.”
> Chrysalis shakes her head in weary disbelief
> “Whatever. Go look at your broken things.”
> She strides away
> …
> Anom shrugs, and takes another look at the schedule you made
> “Hey, thanks, this should keep things sane for a while.”
> You feel a bit better
“You’re welcome, Anom. Anytime you need something organized, I’m your mare.”
> He smiles
> “I’ll keep that in mind.”
 
 
> Be Anon
> Even with Chrysalis staying behind, the sky chariot is a bit cramped
> You find yourself gently pinned between the wall and Shewestia’s side
> …
“So, I was talking to a horse, and he implied that your title is not Finest Ass.”
> Rarity raises her eyebrows
> “You were talking to male horse?”
“Yes?”
> “Ah, never mind.”
> Twilight coughs
> “Well, they were right. Shewestia, Wuna, and I are Princesses. “
> Shewestia ruffles her wings primly
> “I, for one, accept the title you have given me. Tell me, though, is the hierarchy in your culture truly determined by the quality of one’s rump?”
“I thought that was you guys. Humans have the usual thing of money, political power, etc.”
> Rarity glances at Shewestia’s flank
> “An easy mistake to make, I think.”
> Shewestia smiles at that
> Luna frowns
> “Then you don’t think my rear is one of the finest?”
> You tilt your head to get a better look
“Well, it’s quite good. Rather shapely.”
> Luna turns away
> “Hm. Very well then.”
> Shewestia shifts pensively
> “So, you were owned by the rich and powerful ponies. Were they kind to you?”
“Ponies? I wasn’t owned by anyone, I just had a normal job. It wasn’t until I got here that I became a pet.”
> She looks rather distraught
> “I didn’t mean t- You are a free human, you don’t have to serve me-“
> You chuckle and stroke her back comfortingly
“I don’t mind, my life has been much happier since I came here. Besides, even with Rarity and I as your pets, you have too much stress. I like helping you relieve it.”
> Rarity coughs
> “Pets? Not that I would mind, ah, rather I believe you are wrong again. I am not a pet.”
> Huh
> Shewestia chews her lip
> “…You wouldn’t mind…?”
> Twilight clears her throat
> “Anom, would it be accurate to say that you think we have some sort of master-slave tradition in Equestria, while your homeworld doesn’t have such a thing?”
> Well, some history aside,
“Yup.”
> She sighs
> “We don’t have masters and slaves either.”
“Oh.”
> Well,
> You pat Shewestia’s back
“I guess I’ll just be your consort or whatever.”
> Luna snorts
> “We’re here.”
 
 
> Be Luna
> You’ve let yourself be flattered, it’s biased your judgement
> You try to view the matter dispassionately
> Anom doesn’t belong here, yet he has wormed his way into your sister’s good graces
> His dreams of late are considerably more gentle than before
> You wonder if that is a function of living as a sentient being rather than a test subject, or if the staggering amount of female attention has mellowed him
> Part of your resentment, you think, is because he is attractive in some base, animalistic way
> You are mildly tempted to just toss him in the upflowing stream and be done with it
> Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle seems to have concluded her analytic spellwork
> You approach
“Any insight?”
> She looks a little queasy
> “It’s a mess, and not one I’ll be untangling soon. It’s, I have seen at least two parts of it before. It shares some of the wavelengths of Pinkie Pie at rest, and Discord when he’s reversing the laws of nature. There’s more too, but, well, with those two components I doubt I’ll get much further. This phenomenon doesn’t want to be understood.”
> You sigh, having expected something like this
“Is it dangerous to go through either end?”
> Twilight frowns
> “I’m not sure, but even testing it, I would avoid going against the current if at all possible.”
“I see. Thank you, Twilight.”
> She nods distractedly, and returns to her monitoring spells