Foxfire's Tail (extended)

"So, I hope it does not hurt to ask, but...you lost your family?" Asked the white wingless Changeling.

"Yes, and.....I'd go as far to say the bastard went and married me. This has yet to be confirmed as I ended up burning everything." I sighed deeply.

"I thought marriage was always a good thing." Said the draconian, maneless Changeling.

"Pfffffft. Not all things are as they seem. Apparently, my family took that to a whole new level." I replied starkly, narrowing my eyes in anger.

"She's right." Said my blood-emerald lookalike.

"Why do we come from similar backgrounds?" Asked the white Changeling.

"Coincidence?" I said sounding like an ass.

"You can't remember ANYTHING after he shoved that drill up your second pie-hole?" Asked my lookalike.

"Nope. Nothing but vague details." I replied, getting tired of these questions.

"Let's ask her something else, because this is getting nowhere." Said the draconian Changeling.

"Sex?" Asked my look-alike.

"Yeah? What of it? It's awful!" I chimed in a nasty tone of voice. I almost hissed each word out as I felt my other half about to emerge. What little I knew about the subject was nothing but hell, and we all know who to blame for that.

"Subject change, nobody can blame her." Said the white Changeling.

"Names." Said the draconian.

"You already know me, I was in front of Aquafire." I sighed.

"I am Still Coldwater." Said my lookalike.

"I am Dragontongue." Said the draconian.

"I am... Whiterock Bloodstream." Said the albino.

"We all share one bed. Why is that?" I asked, very nervous now. Yes, we had one bed in one room. I was told everybody else in the hive was a pervert.

"I don't know. Good thing all the full-fledged Changelings not the queen are sterile." Said Whiterock.

"Why are they perverts, or so I'm told?" I asked.

"I don't know. Must be protection issues." Said Dragontongue.

"Out of all of us, Foxfire's got it worst." Said Still, who cringed.

"I am unsterile. I am half Gryphon, hence why I cannot use magic." Said Whiterock. So, that was why he had talons for front hooves. And a lion's tail.

"I am half bat." Said Still.

"So, it's me and three mares." Whiterock said.

"Lemme guess: you had sex with Still and Dragon....and now you're hitting on me...?" I asked, ears flat.

Whiterock nodded. I could see another white mass.

Yeah, THIS bullshit again.

"Listen, Foxfire. I may be a horny bastard in the literal sense of the phrase right now and you can run around bragging to the world about it. But I. Am. Not. Him. Am I clear?" Whiterock asked. I nodded in response.

"Good. We good on food, girls?" Asked Whiterock again.

Still went to check on the pantry shelf in the room. There was meat, vegetables, emotions-in-a-jar...

"We need blood for our new friend." Still sighed. "We're good otherwise."

"Foxfire, you think you know enough about you-know-what to...err....get rid of those tensions you built up?" Asked Dragon.

"No." I sighed in defeat. My lips quivered. "I'm scared."

"Do you know what true love is?" Asked Still, who stood behind me.

"Regular love, yes. True love, I only heard about and in vague details." I answered sheepishly.

"Foalhood shenanigans, I assume?" Asked Whiterock. I nodded, making sure to keep my head low. I felt like I was blushing.

"It's okay." Dragon said as she put me on the very soft and warm bed. I was in Changeling form, if nobody got the drift.

"Her carapace is unusually soft and fuzzy. Why does it glow?" Asked Dragon, who I could say was more or less complaining in a way. I had my torso on the bed and my ass in the air, my tail over my backside. It felt strange, really. If I sat like that for, I dunno, a good fifteen minutes without moving an inch I would've become numb. I felt a pair of scaly claws on my flanks as something long, wet, slimy, and--I swear to Celestia--forked found its way into my special area. My eyes shrunk as this...unexplainable feeling tingled in my thighs and, more importantly, what lay between them. It was good, and yet, bad at the same time. It stopped for a mere second and then it returned with twice the force. I was unsure of what to make of this. I was blushing more and, as if by instinct, I started panting. The good overcame the bad in such a way that said bad became nonexistent right then and there. I began moaning...and ended up seeing the special area of Still in front of my face. Her legs were next to both sides of my head as, once more by instinct, I began to lick. She tasted...like celery.

"Right there...." Still moaned as I kept using my tongue to apparently please her. I pushed my muzzle further inwards, finding a world of wet, slime, flesh, and apparently a happy place. I had to have my god damn celery taste, making my tongue explore every nook and cranny. Still was moaning and so was I, though mine were muffled in the happy place. The bat-Changeling was moaning to high Cloudsdale as more of that delicious celery taste hit my tongue like tea was being poured into my mouth. I drank it greedily as I felt my own thighs and stomach become wet for apparently the same reason. There was a muzzle just removing itself from my happy place as Whiterock pushed Dragon off and his talons were on my flank, though he did not move otherwise.

Once I finished drinking, I looked at him. And instinct told me to shut up and take it, so I merely nodded. Still had collapsed and was asleep, the sweet celery juice soaked into the bedsheets. I felt something warm and fleshy push itself into me, and I did not know what it was. All I knew was that it made me a happy mare. It went in and out as far as I could tell in my right mind at any rate. And my right mind was screaming at me for liking this, which I responded with 'take a bucking hike.' The rhythm was slow and not noticeable at first. Then it quickened as I felt hips slam into my thighs. Whiterock moaned as he stopped abruptly while I felt something flood me. Where and how, I still did not understand. It then began peeking out from my happy place and I felt it dripping onto the bed. The albino suddenly got off of me as my rump fell unceremoniously onto the bed. All three cuddled next to me and we covered up.

That was...the best night in my life.