"Anon... you going to be okay?" Apocrita asked, staring down at you with open concern.

"No," you mumbled, turning away from her, pulling the sheets you had wrapped around you body tighter around you.

Frowning, Apocrita pressed one of her hooves against your back, right below your ribs. "Isn't there anything I can do for you?"

"No," you repeated, rolling further until your face was now pressed into your pillow, stifling your breathing, but not enough that you would relent.

"... do you want to threaten me with sexual harassment?" Apocrita asked hesitantly, pushing her hoof forward again so she could rub your back.

"Nhof," you mumbled through your pillow.

Dropping back on her flank, Apocrita stared at you, uncertain of what to do. After your meeting with Strong Words yesterday, you had been hit with a small case of depression. You had returned straight to your room, changed into a fluffy bathrobe, and crawled into your uncomfortable bed. From there, you had chosen to forego any further meals, declining Chrysalis' offer of make up sex, and even turning away your fan club when they offered to tell you how amazing you were. Only Apocrita had been with you until it was time for her to return to her own bed, and now she was back, finding you still hadn't moved.

"Anon... get up, this is ridiculous," she reluctantly declared, sensing your wilted desire to do even the simplest of things that had once brought you pleasure. However, as your dedicated elite guard, it was her job to make sure you got everything you needed.

Turning your head so your mouth was free, you replied "No."

"It's past noon, you've been in here for a whole twenty-four hours. Chrysalis is going to be unhappy if you don't eat, especially with that diet she's got you on," Apocrita declared. You noticed once more how she neglected to include the 'Queen', but didn't bother with pointing it out.

"I'm not hungry. I just want to stay in bed... my really uncomfortable bed," you grunted, shutting your eyes to try and will yourself back to sleep.

"Well, I got more than a single word answer out of you, and a complaint about your bed, so you're not a lost cause," Ap sighed, grateful to at least have that. "Seriously, I don't even understand why you're this upset. At this point, you're just a step away from becoming the recognized consort of Queen Chrysalis. You'll be King Anon at this rate, guaranteed a spot as a member of our divine pantheon upon your death, and honestly given anything you wanted so long as it can be obtained."

"I thought that Chrysalis was just joking about the pantheon thing," you muttered, cracking an eye to look at Ap.

"Our gods are those that have earned their places based on their deeds. Morphosis, God of Lies, the first to learn to transform and deceive the ponies we needed to drain love from. Silk, Goddess of Creation, the first to form with what we could produce from our own bodies a hive, as well as the creator of the throne that drains the magic of all non-Changelings. Imago, Goddess of Evolution, the first to rise to a form truly beyond any other Changeling and match power with alicorns," Apocrita began to explain, the words rather reverent. You never took her for much of a religious sort.

"... so, is that it? You guys got three?" you asked, rolling onto your side so you wouldn't get a kink in your neck.

"We have high standards. The fact that Ch- Queen Chrysalis is looking to add you means she really believes in your sexual prowess. It'll probably help considering she plans to ascend to the pantheon as well. She seeks to be recognized as the Goddess of Love," Apocrita elaborated.

"... love as in-"

"Love as in what we eat, yeah. She basically wants to be known as the provider divinity that gives us what we need to survive. Despite her perceived callousness to the individual Changeling, she takes care of the hive as a whole and is very serious about it... you know, in case you need more reasons to realize you're better off here than with those ponies," Apocrita grunted, frowning a bit deeper at the thought of you with the ponies.

Sighing, you conceded the point to Apocrita for the time being, rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling once more. "I know it looks like my life here is pretty awesome... and kind of is. Yeah, I have all these awesome things here, along with respect and admiration that I never got while I was in Canterlot. Hell, I don't think anyone here even actually hates me. Mild irritation maybe, but not hate. Strong Words alone proves the ponies can hate me," you began to rant, considering the various circumstances that have led you to enjoy your time in the hive, while thinking about how little you truly felt around the ponies.

Scooting just a bit closer, Apocrita willingly leaned herself against your bed to stare at you, the violet eyes filled with confusion. "Everything you said basically just indicated even further why you shouldn't be worried. Maybe you just thought you wanted to still return because you were brought here against your will, but isn't it possible this was all for the best?"

"Maybe it is. I mean, the ponies are a bunch of rainbow marshmallows on four legs whose understanding of the sort of things that I'm interested in is like a child walking in on mommy and daddy fucking and thinking they're just play wrestling... or daddy hurting mommy. Even you guys are still wrapping your minds around what I say at times, but at least you've got some level of insight," you answered, fingers curling to ball up the sheets in your palm.

"Heh, you still make me wonder if your entire species is this way or if you're just some sort of exception," Ap chuckled, a humorless laugh that she seemed to force out for your sake.

"I'm exceptional," you replied, giving a mirthless smile, lifting your head just enough so you could properly look at Ap. "But that's just it, maybe if I had been given the option, I would have been fine with this. I might have even come to the Changelings all on my own... but that's just the thing. I wasn't given an option. I was taken from my bed in the middle of the night, to a place, I didn't know. Taken from the only things that I had even the slightest understanding in an already crazy world. What little comfort I had wasn't there anymore and I was given no means to head back."

Ap's eyes softened, the lightest you'd ever truly seen them with you. "You're... you're not just talking about being taken from Canterlot, are you?" she asked, her hoof moving over to graze over your hand, your fingers relaxing at her touch.

"My life before now, before Equestria... it sucked, you know? Like, I didn't live the worst life. There are people out there who had it far worse than I did. I had a job, a home, a small collection of assholes I called friends and family. They weren't much, but they were mine, you know?" you asked, pushing yourself up into a seated position. "You talk about how important it is for you to be an individual inside your own hive, I found it important to have this handful of things that I could say was mine because I had worked to earn them and care for them... and they're gone."

Apocrita's mouth opened a few times, trying to say something, but the words not coming. Pressing down harder on your hand, almost pinning it to the mattress, she said "Can't you do the same thing here? Find your own home and purpose and po-... people."

"Can I? Can I really?" you asked, your tone growing harsher, a burning sensation building at the back of your throat. "Because I was here all of a week when your hive snatched me out of Canterlot. Sure, I've been given things, but they've just been given to me. You give a child candy and toys to keep them complacent. I want to choose again. I want to get out there and find some place that belongs to me because I chose to make it mine. Even if I had returned to Canterlot, I was going to want to leave, because they'd be doing the same thing to me. Keeping me cooped up in a castle for my own safety as they tried to find a way home for me. They want me to be a dog, but I'm a wolf!"

Apocrita actually snickered at that, the sound sort of choked, but she gave you an awkward smile. "Wow, even when you're talking with the most serious, heavy voice I'd ever heard from you... then you fuck it up by stroking your own ego, Mr. Wolf," she laughed, lifting her free leg up to wipe some tears that had formed in the corner of her eye away.

You laughed back, shaking your head as you did so. "Well you're certainly not doing it for me... also, pocketing that. New dick name, Big Bad Wolf," you joked, taking your hand out from under Ap's hoof, earning a slight frown from her, until you brought your hand to her head, scratching at her ear.

"Another name nopony but you would really understand," Ap pointed out, leaning into your palm.

"It's from a story called Red Riding Hood. Nothing huge, just a fairy tale, but I know a number of them. Maybe I'll share a lot of them with you one day," you considered, taking your hand off of Ap's head. Reaching out, you tucked both hands under her forelegs, then hoisted her up. You expected she'd fight to some degree, protest you lifting her like this or flail her limbs, but she just let you pull her onto the bed, setting her on your lap so that her back was against your chest.

Apocrita leaned back against you, her legs moving like she wasn't sure what she should do or where she should touch, if she should be touching at all. "Anon... I... I understand. About all of it. You were right, I want to be an individual, because I want to make my own choices in life. I love my hive and am proud in the fact that I guard it as an elite, but... I want to be more," Ap declared, letting her back legs splay out over top of yours as she got comfortable. You imagined you were more comfortable than your shitty mattress.

"Really? What do you want to be?" you asked, looking over her shoulder to try and get a glimpse of her violet eyes.

"... promise not to laugh?"

"I promise that I will laugh like a demented serial killing clown," you retorted, earning a jab in your leg from her hooves, which only got a laugh out of you.

"... I want to be an author," she answered, turning her head away from you.

"That's it? I thought it was going to be something more hilarious, like a rodeo clown or porn star... wait, do you guys have porn? Shit, I'm going to contaminate this world with my filth," you considered, falling backwards to lay down, pulling Apocrita with you. "But that makes sense. You like books, stories, and so on. I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted to make some of your own."

"I do, I really do... but Changelings don't have novels of our own. The only books we write are factual, things we'll use for infiltration, scheming, etc. The novels in the library are stuff we stole from the ponies. I'd... I'd really like to be the first Changeling novelist in all of Equestria and beyond, but I don't think that day will ever come unless Changelings ruled the world and had nothing left to conquer," Ap explained, tensing at the thought of her very own words, seemingly disgusted by it even.

"Sounds like you're talking some very heretical bullshit," you commented.

"I am. I can't deny it. The Changeling I want to be is a Changeling that her hive doesn't want or need, and that in itself is heresy," she admitted, hiding her face in her forelegs, ashamed with who she was.

Placing your hand on her stomach, you rubbed her belly, gently stroking. It was funny, how most of her body was covered in an exoskeleton, but areas like this were soft, with a thin layer of fur that felt warm and fuzzy against your palm and fingers. "So do it. Fuck what everybody else thinks. You do what you want to do, it's the only way you're going to end up feeling good about yourself. Do what you need to for you. It's one of the only things capable of keeping me from going insane, maybe it'll work for you too," you instructed her, your hand drifting further down than just her belly.

Ap's breath hitched for a moment, body tensing as she felt your fingers brush over her sex, her lips and clit starting to engorge at your touch. "Anon, Chrysalis won't like this," she whispered, not fighting you off despite her protest.

"Chrysalis doesn't get to choose this. I do... and you do. We make this choice together," you replied, keeping your hand on her nethers, feeling the heat that emanated from her body, but not moving any further. You were an asshole, a colossal one at that, but you weren't going to force Ap to do anything she didn't want to do.

Ap remained silent for a long moment, only the sound of her breathing filling the void. When you began to take your hand away from her, you found her hoof stopping you. "I didn't say no. Hive, I thought you of all people would be speeding this along consideri- Is that your dick?" she had started chastising you, only to stop once she felt your burgeoning erection beneath the sheets.

Rolling her around, now having her stomach-to-stomach with you, her moistening slit now pressed against your growing shaft, you said "Sue me for trying to be more than just being Anon, God of Sex... although I have to admit, I am warming to the idea of being a god."

"Yet you're saying you'll be more than a god? How egotisti-" Ap began to retort, only for you to cut her off, bringing a hand to the back of her head to pull her forward, bringing your lips together. Despite the round of sex you had with Chrysalis, you'd never kissed her, just good ol' raw dog sex, so it was a bit weird when you kissed Ap, her lips not the sort you'd ever kissed before. You could feel the barest of exoskeleton over the soft, smooth of the lips itself, helping to frame her mouth.

Apocrita gave a muffled gasp, not prepared for it, but it just let you slip your tongue inside, finding that her mouth apparently narrower than your own, only long enough from the nominally equine elongation of her head. You pretty much dominated her mouth, pressing her tongue down flat, although you realized how little you could do, especially with those fangs pressing in.

The moment you pulled back to find a better way of this, you were surprised to find Ap suddenly pushing against you, her tongue now snaking its way into your mouth. You figured that all Changelings must have had these crazy long tongues, because while hers was very thin, it coiled around your own in an embrace that reminded you of how Chrysalis had ensnared your cock. Part of you felt shitty for thinking of Chrysalis while you were with Ap, but the fact that your very own dick practically jumping at the thought of that blowjob made Apocrita yelp into your mouth, you didn't feel totally bad.

Pulling away from you, Apocrita panted, her eyes... not glazed over, it was hard to say since she had bug eyes, but they almost seemed foggy. "That was... I don't think it's ever tasted that good before," she stated, her voice shaky, like she had just run a mile in five minutes... which she probably could, but was difficult for you.

"Feeding on me? I thought I was more than just a meal to you," you said, giving your best hurt voice.

She frowned and lightly smacked you in the chest with a hoof. "You are, now shut up and lets continue before I realize how incredibly stupid I am for doing this with you," she ordered, lifting herself up enough that you'd be able to remove the sheets.

"Aye captain. Just remember this when you try and say it was a stupid mistake later," you inform her, kicking your legs a bit to help push the sheets down. You'd been so depressed with things, you'd only chosen to wearing some green pajama bottoms with little Changeling larvae on them. You found them disgusting, but everyone else seemed to coo over it.

Once the sheets were past your groin, you slipped your thumbs under the waist of your pants to push them down, although you had to lift your hips to get the part beneath you moving, pressing your erection up against her underside, the fabric getting wet as it was held against her moistening lips, the fabric sliding over Ap's clit slowly, making her shiver. When the bottoms were far enough down to free your cock, you could feel her juices dripping onto your shaft.

Ap looked under herself, then back at you, still clearly aroused, but also oddly confused. "That's what it looks like? It's so... weird. Like a meaty mushroom or something," she stated.

You responded with a little smack on her flank, something that made her jump, but also noticeably leak more onto you. "Here I am trying not to comment on how weird you look, so try not to insult Vesuvius until after he blows," you instruct, letting your fingers curl around her ass, gripping it firmly as you pushed down, lowering her until your mushroom head met her slit.

She glared at you, snorting because of the spank, but she also seemed expectant. "Well? Just going to stop there?"

"No, I just want to see you squirm a bit. Know that you really wa-" you started to say, trying to get Apocrita stirred up.

However, you found yourself on the other side of the teasing when she suddenly dropped down, using her body weight to slide herself down your dick, her folds rippling ecstatically around your girth as she felt your bulbous head hit the deepest reaches of her pussy. You quickly realized that, just as Chrysalis was a larger creature capable of meeting your eyes and dick, Apocrita was pretty much half your size, with a narrower, shallower honeypot than her queen. She was tighter, feeling like she was trying to strangle your dick, but also unable to fit the whole thing inside.

"H-Hive, that's... th-that's different feeling," Apocrita hissed out, wincing at what probably felt like a mistake at this point. But you were going to be her mistake.

"And you feel... unique," you whispered, getting a happy little shiver out of Ap for that. Settling your hands down on her flank, you slowly lifted her up, the slight squelch of flesh being pulled from wet flesh following a you pulled out slowly, the crown of your head tugging on every little groove in her narrow canal. Unlike with Chrysalis, you didn't make it a point of ramming it back in like virgin trying to get off for the first time. No, just as you were about to pull free, you began to push her back down, savoring the heat she gave off.

"L-Lets change positions, this isn't really h-how ponies do it," Apocrita suggested, her legs shaking as you lifted her up and down, clearly not used to having to move her body like this while standing. Man, these guys really did make you look like the most imaginative lover in the world, which you were totally fine with playing off of.

Gripping her ass a little firmer, you quickly rolled over, practically draping yourself over Ap. With your weight bearing down, your dick pressed harder against her folds as the slow grind became rather quick. You weren't planning on it, but the motion had apparently hit a pleasurable nerve in her, because she squealed out, her forelegs wrapping around your body to squeeze you as she climaxed. Spasms of tightening vaginal muscles clenching down on your cervix servicer came in waves, feeling it it was rolling from the tip to the base as best it could, so tight that you certainly couldn't pull out if you had wanted to.

When you felt the last ripple of pleasure, you began to pull out, only to find Ap pressing down on your back with her hooves, which was not the most comfortable thing. "Who... who said you could stop?" Ap panted out, glaring at you for even daring to pull out.

"... you serious? You already got off. I keep going till I do, then you're going to be a slobbering mess when I'm done," you warned her, although you could feel your manhood throb inside of her at the thought. Damn you and your kindness for giving her the out.

"Try. Me," Ap shot back, now lifting up her rear legs so she could dig her hooves into your ass. Your soft, beautiful ass. The sharpness of it drove you forward to get away from them, pressing her against the bed, hammering your helmet against her womb. "NGH! Bad idea, bad idea... or maybe good idea," she cried out, shuddering as the way her folds gave you an extra vice-like grip told you she wasn't against it.

"Fine, but remember you asked for this," you stated, getting Ap to release her leg hold on you. The moment she did, you pulled back, feeling like you were going to turn her inside out with how quickly your head pulled at her lips, the comparatively cool air reminding you why you enjoyed it inside of her, and then dropped down, putting the full weight of your body into it so that your cock could kiss her womb once more. You didn't give her the slow satisfaction you had before, immediately drawing back to penetrate her all over again, your balls bouncing off her lightly fuzzed ass.

"I chose it," Ap corrected you, her wings flicking out at her sides, forcing her hips up to meet yours the best she could, working on a rhythm separate from your own, making it the experience different with every thrust. You'd plunge forward while she was pulling away, denying you the full comfort of her body, while you'd end up pulling away as she was bucking up against you, preventing you from getting more friction going, but also keeping you in the scalding heat of her passion. Even better was the moments where you'd drive your cock deep into her as she met your hips with her own, allowing for a womb battering collision that made stars explode in the back of your eyes.

It was during the unfortunate circumstance of you pulling back when she was dropping that led to your dick pulling free from her completely, a wet pop signalling the disconnection... and apparently another orgasm for her, as you felt her juices erupt onto your shaft and balls, even soaking your thighs a good deal. Your head ended up laying atop her clit, the little button winking rapidly as she squirted. You were damned if she wasn't like a waterfall with how much she was gushing.

"Two for me," you teased her, grabbing your shaft to realign yourself, seeking to regain entry once she quit seizing up. She recovered a lot faster than you expected, clearly still spasming with pleasure but in control of herself enough that she was able to ram both of her forelegs into your chest with enough force to send you on your back.

The moment you connected with the mattress, again cursing it for being so uncomfortable, you tried to push yourself back up, looking at Ap in confusion, only to find the Changeling, slinking over to you, her wing tips fluttering against your legs as she traveled between them. Her stance like some sort of predatory cat, ready to pounce, and her gaze seemed to be focused on both you and your dick.

She didn't slow down as her nose pressed against your juicy grapes of wrath, her tongue flicking out to taste herself on them, but she didn't stop to savor it. Continuing forward, she pushed her face down against your shaft, letting her tongue roll over it as well as she pinned it to your stomach, coiling and slurping the fluids covering it, until she was so far up that she couldn't reach even the head anymore, but the warm, fuzzy sensation of her belly fur made you shiver in a whole new way. When you felt her engorged nether lips pressing against your rod, as if it was giving a perverse kiss, you found her face hovering over yours, out of range for you to give her your own kiss, despite the fact she was pressed hard against your torso. Curse your size difference.

"I'm not d-done, until you're done," she stuttered, clearly determined to get this done, pulling forward so that she she could kiss you. The taste was different than the first, her juices clearly mixed in, and it wasn't bad. It almost reminded you of passion fruit. Pulling out of the kiss, she pressed back, letting the very tip of your cock part her lips. "But do try to hurry up," she ordered, sinking back slowly so that you'd inch in as she wiggled her body against yours to make it happen. You were going to ask how she planned on keeping up and taking the lead by being on top of you, when you discovered what she had in store.

Without the repetitive pistoning motions of your hips driving you into her, she stuffed as much of you as she could inside. Then, with a slow, sensual motion you really didn't expect from any Changleings, let alone Ap, she began to gyrate her hips, not allowing you the friction you were used to. Rather, it was like she was massaging your manhood. While your girth had her walls spread, the way she applied pressure in one specific direction, letting you get intimate with each nook and cranny of her folds, while also letting her get a good feel for every one of your pulsating veins. And if that wasn't enough, she made it a point to grip you, squeezing down softly, relaxing, then squeezing harder. Sometimes releasing as quickly as she contracted her muscles, and sometimes holding it, straining herself so you could feel your length being smothered like she was trying to suffocate it. Suffocating like that is how you'd want to go.

What made the whole thing better was, with her pressed against you, her chest against your torso, you could feel the beating of her heart. The pounding as the tiny thing worked overtime to power Apocrita through the strenuous activity, which showed as her panting sent puffs of hot air into your face. Why was that oddly arousing to you? Man, your list of weird fetishes seemed to be growing every day. Whatever it was, it got your blood pumping in a whole new way... and seeing as that blood was pumping to your dick, you had to act.

Grasping her by the flank once more, mirroring the start of your passionate sex, you began to bounce her in your lap. Unlike the start though, you weren't doing this in the slow, sensual manner, but in a far more aggressive, repeated spearing of her love canal. She didn't stop trying to gyrate her hips, causing your head to drag and scrape against her folds, practically gouging the cramped confines of her pussy. Every time she came down, you could feel the rippling of fat and muscle beneath your fingers, reflecting the consistent clenching of her walls, each coming faster than the last, letting you know she wasn't far off.

You weren't able to hold off for much longer either, oddly taken with how eager she was for this, but even more so for you. And while you already gave her two orgasms to nothing, you didn't want her to get it up on you until you'd at least pulled a hat trick, so... you cheated. Letting one hand remain to guide her ass, the other moved cross her hip, sliding between her legs to show Ap what you had shown Chrysalis about the wonder of human hands, pressing your fingers against her winking clit, the touch simple, but receiving an immediate reaction.

Ap came once more, exploding into what had to have been her most powerful orgasm yet. Her wings buzzed with excitement as her walls bore down on your manhood, hammering it from all sides. The way she clutched you, you were afraid you'd find bruises all over your man meat when she was through with you. Given you didn't really mind, because the convulsions of love canal pushed you over the edge.

Brewing from the moment you two had started, your cum couldn't erupt out of your cock fast enough. With your head pressed against her womb, straining against it, the on rush of seed poured directly into her womb. Your hips continued to jerk minutely, driven by the urge to force your entire length inside of her, causing the thick load to slosh around inside of Ap, spreading the hot spunk.

When you were at last finished painting her insides white with your spunk, you collapsed back onto the bed, all the tension in your body gone, while Ap in turn collapsed onto you. The two of you were a mess, slick with sweat, as well as other fluids, with barely the energy to do anything more than pant excessively to catch your respective breaths.

Between breaths, Apocrita cursed out "Hive-ha-dammit."

You tried to lift your head, but couldn't will yourself to do it. "Why's that?" you grunted out, groping weakly for the sheets, trying to pull them over the two of you. Neither of you wanted to bother with any real clean up, or even pulling your dick out of her.

"That was... great. Last thing I need to do is feed into your ego," she grumbled, nuzzling her face into your chest.

Laughing, practically bouncing Ap's head with the rise and fall of your chest, you replied "You did enough for my ego tonight."

Snorting, Ap closed her eyes, her forelegs wrapping around you as she turned her head, making it a point to listen to your heart beat. "Maybe... but now I'm not sure if I can handle your harassment any longer. Not sure if I'd say no," she nearly yawned out.

Accepting it as it was, you yawned, shutting your eyes and wrapping your arms around Ap beneath the sheet. "We'll see. Night Ap. Love you," you muttered, feeling yourself drifting off as it was.

"Love you too," she mumbled back.

Author's Notes:

Anyone asking why Apocrita's switching back and forth at times about including the Queen, it's a subconscious neglect for her. Also being released a lot later in the day for me (and I emphasize me because I've been made aware I've got readers in other countries whose timezones vary. Sorry for the broken daily streak in your cases, but yay, I've gone global), but I think the content of this chapter explains why.