You are 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 gan’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. He speaks slowly, carefully.

“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 beguiling and enticing you closer.

“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.”

You are Chrysalis, and they’re…

They’re actually ignoring you. Fine. Good. It’s good that Twilight is distracting him, with-

Those can’t really all 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.

You are Anon, and the horse alphabet is almost completely phonetic. It takes more letters, but the spelling is much more consistent than the mess that is English. 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. You look over you shoulder.

“Hey, Chrysalis, would you like to-“

The woman throws a book across the room in a panic, then strokes 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.

You are Chrysalis, and 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.

You are Anom, and 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.

You are Chrysalis, and 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 griffin captain pounced upon her…’

You are Twilight Sparkle, and 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, back-lit 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.

You are Rarity, and 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 largely 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 he 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.

You are Luna, and 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?

You are Anon, and Twilight has run off, mumbling about refractory periods and collaborative compromises.

It's 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.

You are Luna, and 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?”

You are Celestia, and 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 praise.

“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. That is far enough, you think.

“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 co-conspirator.

“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.

“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.

You are Rarity, and 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.

You are Celestia, and 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.

You are Chrysalis, growing impatient. 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.

You are Celestia, and 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. Anom's claws cup your cheeks.

“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.

You are Chrysalis, and 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.

You are Anon, and you are incredibly proud of yourself. Not only have you somehow landed in a threesome, you haven’t said “Now kiss.” Chrysalis nudges 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~

You are Chrysalis, and 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. You can't help but wonder.

“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.”

You are Rarity, and you’ve worked hard to achieve the poise and sophistication to mingle in higher circles.

“Oh, “

hah,

” yes.”

All that work, and it is 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.