You are Cadance, and you have to say,

"Celestia, I would like a copy of that friendship report when you get it. It looks to be very interesting."

She smiles.

"Of course."

You sigh. As nice as all this has been,

"I'm afraid we really must return to the Crystal Empire. Until next time, Celestia, Rarity, Anom."

Shining hesitates, then glances at you. You nod. He turns to Anom.

"A-Anom, feel free to visit any time you like."

You are Anon, and did he just say you could feel him any time?

"Uh, thank you."

He smiles, then teleports away with Kay Dense. Okay then. You get to your feet, wincing at the pain from your scratches. Favored pet immediately starts fussing over you, dabbing at the blood with levitating scraps of sheet.

"No, I good, very."

She just rolls her eyes at you and continues to tend to your scratches. Shewestia seems rather amused by all this. Then you notice Favored Pet isn't completely focused on your wounds. You wiggle your hips and watch her eyes track your erection.

"See good thing?"

She blushes and stammers incoherently for a few seconds before saying something you can understand.

"Ah, you good now. Not heut?"

So she has a demure side, despite being Shewestia's number one sex partner. That's adorable.

"I good."

Shewestia chuckles, then murmurs something to her favored pet. The unicorn glances at you, then bows her head in acceptance. Shewestia walks away, and blue eyes white horse nods her head in a different direction.

"Teach you more."

Sounds good.

"Yes."

You walk beside her for a bit before you realize something.

"My name Anom. Your name?"

She seems a bit startled by the question, but responds succinctly.

"My name Rarity. Good to meeth you."

What? Oh. Polite too, you're starting to like this horse.

"Good to meet you too."

~
"Dear Princess Celestia
Today I learned that it can be difficult separating personal feelings from scientific study. You can spend too much time trying to control and understand something, and miss making a new and interesting friend with soft claws, a skillful tongue, and an impossible erection.
Ultimately, forgiveness and good communication will do a lot to make out up for a long lost time.
Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle"
~

You are Rarity, and you are looking 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 puhractice, or if you say slowry. Hothers 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?"

You are Twilight Sparkle, and 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?"

You are Anon, and you have completely lost track of what they were saying. Purple unrolls a scroll in front of you.

"Hiss his He alphabet. Do you Lecognize hit?"

There's about 50 symbols. Crap, this is going to take a while. Still, you feel obligated to defend your world.

You are Twilight, and you are having a hard time believing what Rarity said.

"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."

You are Chrysalis, Queen of the changelings, the once 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, wha-

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 and you can move again, 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.

You are 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 ike to meet thomepony ike you?"

Consider your interest piqued.

"Sure. Who is the pony?"

"Hit's mot hexactly ha pony..."

You are Chrysalis, and 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.

You are Anon, and ah, the old courtyard, how nostalg-

There is a naked blonde woman playing with her tits. Shewestia tilts her head.

"Do you think thee'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 gan talk to her, but do you really meed two pieces hof poop?"

"Two sheets. Um, bed cover, not blanket."

"Hoh, right, ha moment please."

You are Chrysalis, and 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.

You are Anon, and 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 bright 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 his thee?"

You grimace.

"She's mute and from a different country. We don't speak the same language."

Her Royal Majassty nods solemnly.

"Thee his cute, ha thame habout the language. Hi have to return to my duties, will you help her haround?"

"Will do."

Speaking of language, you aren't sure you'll ever get used to that accent. Perhaps with time.

You are Chrysalis, and 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 reawy gnow her name, she can't speak and doesn't understand Engwish. I was thinging, if we teag her whore's language and writing, at weast she coud gommunicate that way."

Rude. Twilight thinks so too.

"For the last time, it is Equestrian, not whoresish."

"And I disagwee that it is the best one. But that doesn't mattew, wet'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 wittle ungomfortabuw 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.

You are Twilight Sparkle, and,

"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?"

You sigh.

"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."

You are Chrysalis, and 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.

You are Anon, and 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."

Nice try, but you know a boner when you see one.

"No! No in me. Stop bad thing."

You are Anon, and 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.

You are Chrysalis, and 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…”

You are Anon, and what?

“I, no in, no one.”

You are Chrysalis, and by the infinite dust, he wants both of you. You approach slowly, then toss Twilight at him and run.

You are Twilight Sparkle, and 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 drying to rabe her!”

That’s just what a rapist would say.

“Don’t worry, I’m here. I can take it for her.”

You unfasten his 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…

You are Chrysalis, and 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.

You are Anon, and 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. Hi’m honto 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?”

You are Luna, and 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.

You are Anon, and 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.

You are Celestia, and 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-gay then. I mean, I got the feeling she wasn’t interested anyhow.”

That was easy.

You are Chrysalis, and 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. How sweet it is to slip into a relationship and steal the love of the unwitting spouse. 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?”

You are Anon, and something is definitely going on here.

“No?”

Shewestia’s horn glows, and she points dramatically.

“Her name his 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 hinto 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, “Hi can’t.”

Whiterump sits down slowly.

“Truly?”

Chrysalis starts to cry.

“Hi 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 his 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.”

You are Celestia, and 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.”

You are Anon, and 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, unless you come to feel differently.”

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.

You are Chrysalis, and it is worse than you feared. Death would almost be preferable to living in fear…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.

Author's Notes:

You might feel the jump from foreign language to bad accent is too abrupt, and takes away from the language barrier narrative. And you would be right. However, you can only have so many misunderstandings before it gets tiresome. Also, you might recall way back in chapter 1 that "bored" and "word" were near homophones, so yeah. That's practically foreshadowing.
If you hate the funetik axent, don't worry, it gets better.