To Love a Hybrid: How It Started

WARNING: This is the chapter in which the ‘mature’ tag comes into play. However, as said in the story description, the upcoming sex scene won’t be an important factor later on, and it’ll be the only one in the story, but is necessary for what will come in the second half of the chapter.

The routine in Thunderbolt’s house was pretty much the same every day. The stallion would wake up and leave early for work and return at the end of the afternoon while the lamia remained at home on her own, doing whatever she could think of to pass the time while he was out. The only time she could spend the most time with it was during weekends when he was off duty.

The butterflies forming in her chest whenever she was near him both unnerved and scared her, but she dismissed them, instead aiming for a good time or conversation with him whenever he was home. She got to know more about him and his family, along with some anecdotes he was willing to throw in sometimes. She felt disappointed that she couldn’t reciprocate that, but he had quickly comforted her out of it, as expected of such a kind stallion like him.

However, when he was away, even after accepting Thunder’s offer to bring the hybrid things to occupy herself with, she occasionally found herself bored to death. So one day, she had begun some cleaning in the house both to feel useful and to kill some of her boredom. Thunder had let her know that she didn’t have to, but gave up when she insisted on doing it and thanked her for it anyway. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the help, but rather that he didn’t want to think of her as a housemaid. Still, he kept that to himself, letting his friend do whatever pleased her. Besides, he didn’t think there was any way he could change her mind about it.

She also tried her hoof at some cooking, using whatever knowledge and tricks she picked from watching Thunderbolt. It didn’t probably end up being as good as the meals he prepared, sometimes lightly overcooking stuff, but it was still edible. The stallion assured her that she was doing good. The lamia wasn’t sure if he said that just to be polite or if it was true - she knew she couldn’t match his cooking abilities. Either way, the compliment elicited a small blush to tint her cheeks.

All in all, her life in the unicorn’s company was a blessing to her. Aside from not being able to socialize outside, even though he promised to compensate by showing her ponies he trusted, she enjoyed her newfound life. Also, even though she tried to deny it, she couldn’t lie to herself that, just maybe, she might have fallen for the kind stallion. But she wasn’t about to tell him that. For one, she wasn’t sure if he might like her that way as well, and also, she hated to admit it, but she feared rejection if she were to confess that crush.

So she kept quiet about that and left things as they currently were, against her guts’ will. She didn’t mind the current routine, and so continued living through it, all the while feeling that nothing could go wrong by living with the kindest soul she had ever met.

Until she woke up one morning, after Thunder had left for the castle, with an itchy sensation somewhere at waist level, and her eyes went wide in horror. Oh no! Please let it not be! her mind begged as she dared lift up the blanket that covered her body, only to let it fall back in its resting position once her nose caught on the strong, musky smell that radiated from her midsection, where her snake and pony halves met.

A stray hoof crawled its way under the bed’s blanket, and Emerald shamefully and regretfully yanked it away when it caressed the skin around her flower. Of all the things that could have happened, she had to get in heat in his home. She knew it was impossible to avoid the work of nature, but she still wished to not have to deal with that here. Would she still be in that desolate cave, she wouldn’t have minded, but in her host’s home, it felt improper to masturbate herself to make the itchiness in her groin go away.

Yet, despite all her efforts to resist the temptation, she subconsciously moved her hoof back there, letting out a soft moan when it came in contact with the wet flesh. Tossing the blanket aside, the lamia noticed that the area around her marehood was coated in fluids.

Emerald found her resolve slowly and regretfully ebbing away with each passing second she played with herself on his bed. She couldn’t stop herself. She just had to, especially with the strong, male scent lingering in the room; it was just driving her crazy. Losing control over her rational mind and letting her lamia instincts kick in, she flipped her head and took a great sniff of the pillow, where the stallion’s odor was more concentrated, making her wilder as she frantically rubbed her clitoris, eliciting numerous moans of pleasure that she couldn’t stop from escaping.

It didn’t take long for her to reach her climax. Stiffening up, she arched her head backwards as all of her love juices spilled on the bed’s covers, letting out one loud moan as they flowed. Once it was over, she let her body drop limply on the bed, spent from her self pleasuring session, and fell asleep a short while afterwards.

* * *

Emerald Gleam woke up from her nap as the evening began, and scrunched her nose as she picked on the odor she had left on the blankets earlier. Able to think clearly now, she felt ashamed for her behavior and stupid for being unable to stop herself. No matter how hard she had tried, she couldn’t resist her lamia instincts, resulting with her making a huge mess on her host’s mattress.

She disembarked the bed with the intention of grabbing something to eat both to change her ideas and to calm her hunger. The light that managed to pass through the curtained windows were dimming noticeably, meaning that Thunderbolt would soon be back from work. Taking into account the short amount of time until his return, it didn’t give her long enough to clean the mess she had made, and her mind began racing at the only kind of scenario it could come up with.

He’s going to be mad, she thought as she grabbed an orange from the fridge and tore its peel off with her teeth. She could try to lie about what the scent really was, but she couldn’t come up with anything credible, and even if she did, she doubted he would buy it. She could always run away to avoid his anger, but she knew she’d be in bigger trouble is she did.

She didn’t have the time to think about that much longer as hoofsteps from outside and the door lock clicking open could be heard, signaling Thunder’s arrival. Once inside, the stallion greeted the lamia as usual and headed for his bedroom to put away his empty lunchbox, and the hybrid anxiously watched him climb up the stairs as she unenthusiastically ate her orange, even if she wasn’t hungry anymore.

There was a deadly silence in the house for a good two minutes, and on random timing, the clopping of hooves coming back down resonated in Emerald’s ears just as she swallowed down the last piece of her orange. Soon thereafter, although the unicorn called her name in a soft voice once he was back in the living room, her ears flattened against her head as she braced herself for a harsh scolding.

“Have you been feeling alright today?” Thunderbolt asked with concern, catching the lamia off-guard and making her look back at him, dumbfounded. Why isn’t he mad? she asked herself.

“Emerald?” he repeated after receiving no response. When she still said nothing, he made his way to the couch and sat down next to her, and with him standing mere inches away to her left, when she turned her head to catch a glimpse of his visage, she could now clearly see the worry and concern mingled together on it, confirming that he wasn’t angry at all. But why? Didn’t he notice the lewd mess I made in his bed…?

Her body jolted when she felt his hoof lightly press on her shoulder. Normally, she would have greatly appreciated the comforting gesture, but right now, realizing how close their bodies were to each other and how much his scent, now stronger than ever, overwhelmed her sinuses reminded her of her current condition. Also, karma seemed to have a tooth against her, the itchy sensation down her loins returned, and she could feel with horror wetness starting to form down there again.

“Emerald, you’re shaking. What’s wrong?” With each lack of answer, Thunder became more scared for his friend. Unbeknownst to him, she felt as, if not more, scared for herself than he was, as with each passing moment, the more she shook under his hoof, and the more she failed to resist the need to sate her sexual desires and the naughty thoughts crossing her mind, things involving that hot, sweet and cute stallion…

“N-no…” she moaned, shutting her eyes tight in hopes that it would help her fight her instincts, though it was, and had always been for naught.

“Emerald, wha-”

“SSSTAY AWAY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” she screamed with the remainder of the willpower she possessed, and bolted for her favorite hiding spot; she locked herself in the washroom on the second floor.

Even though Thunderbolt knew about what was bothering her - he had recognized the smell before he had reached his room, and even caught a bit of it before the lamia fled - it was the last thing on his mind. He didn’t know why that bothered her so much - after all, it was just a natural occurrence in a mare’s life - he’d get all his answers and confirmations to his assumptions after he had calmed her down. If I can manage to calm her…

He let out a small sigh as he stood from the sofa and followed Emerald upstairs. For the umpteenth time he would have to bring her out of the washroom for a talk. He highly doubted it’d be the last time, but he didn’t care; he had started to learn how sensitive the mare could be, and although she may not have said it verbally, he could guess that she might fear to be rejected by him because of whatever mistake she believed she committed.

The stallion was met with the faint sounds of sobbing upon reaching his destination. He softly knocked on the door and called for the hybrid, but was rewarded with her yelling from the other side to go away. As harsh as it was, the unexplained pain and sadness that emanated from that shout only prompted him to try again, though he remained as calm as could be asked from a Royal Guard.

“I sssaid, go away!” the lamia repeated once again.

“Emerald, please,” he pleaded. “This isn’t the first time you’re locking yourself in there, so you know you can’t hide forever.”

This time, she didn’t answer back, though her sobs were still audible. He let the silence stretch for a bit longer, but when it became clear nothing would happen anytime soon, he continued:

“I just want us to talk this out, so please come on out.”

“I c-can’t…” she called back softly, and it was only thanks to his well trained ears that he managed to catch what she said.

“Either you come out, or I’m coming in,” he threatened while always keeping the same calm demeanor since the beginning, “and you know far too well that I’ll do it.”

Once again, nothing happened on the other side. Instead, he swore her crying had just gotten worse, and knowing that she hurt without knowing exactly why crushed his heart to the core.

“Emerald, please. I’m worried about you,” he said, and for the first time since she knew him, though it was brief, the snakepony clearly noticed the shift in his usual composure and voice tone, and it stabbed at her heart unbearably.

Putting aside her own troubles for a short while, she rose from her corner behind the toilet bowl and made way for the door, and opened it. Like every other times she had secluded herself, she was first met with her host’s concerned gaze, but this time, there was a bit of sadness in those eyes, sadness she had caused by hurting herself unnecessarily when all he was trying to do was help her. She still wondered why he wasn’t mad at her, but it seemed it wasn’t his main concern right now.

The unicorn silently motioned with a small movement of his head to follow him, and she gulped down nervously despite herself as he led her into his room. She watched him from the doorway take a seat on the mattress. When Thunder saw she wouldn’t come willingly, he patted the spot next to him, and it was with her head hung low that she sat next to him.

She didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes, though he didn’t wait for her to do so to speak up.

“What’s got you so worked up, Emerald?” he asked.

“You’re gonna hate me,” the lamia heard herself say.

“Beg pardon?” the unicorn said, baffled by that statement. “Why would I?”

“Becausse…” She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth about why it was bothering her that much. The fear that he’d be disgusted at her, the very last thing she wanted from the one pony that gave her a chance, stopped her. I’m just a whore, a beast who can’t control her own urges, she lamented internally.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by a hoof gently raising her head by the chin, but before her eyes met his, she turned away to avoid them.

“Emerald, look at me,” he commanded, but she didn’t obey. “Emerald,” he repeated more fervently but not angrily, and this time, she slowly turned back to plunge her gaze into those seas of sapphires she had gotten to admire over time.

“I want you to forget whatever you may be thinking right now and answer me truthfully,” he began. “Do I look like I am mad to you at this moment?”

Silence reigned between them for a few seconds as she just kept her green irises fixed on him, and the longer she stared, the more she felt his kind, generous soul reach inside of her, and the more the defenses she tried putting around herself crumbled. This pony had willingly given her shelter, had fed her. But, above all things, he had sincerely cared for her.

After everything that stallion had given her, a half-pony being, he at least deserved her trust, but found herself unable to do so for good reasons, or what she believed were good reasons. Still, for everything he did for her, what did she give in return? Nothing but a wreck to worry about who can’t even place her own thoughts and feelings in order and who refused his help for fear of the outcome if she told him the whole truth.

Yet, despite all her fears and worries, Thunder had always been honest towards her while she just kept hiding under her shell whenever something embarrassing happened, and she couldn’t believe it was only then that she realized that her behavior was hurting him. If she were to be truly honest with herself, he had more of a reason to be worried and scared than she was. I’m the cause of his worries… she sadly admitted as the realization stabbed her.

She hadn’t noticed that he had retracted his hoof from under her chin. Also, he hadn’t said a single word as she internal turmoil went on, letting her have all the time she needed to collect her thoughts. These were two more things she grew fond of about him: his patience and his wisdom. Never had he lost his temper with her despite all the trouble she had brought him when she entered his life, and never did he say something for no particular reason.

It was clear in her mind that she was falling for the young Royal Guard, and that may be why she was so unwilling to talk about her issues. She didn’t know if she should feel happy or scared of that fact. Right now, all she knew was that her host was still expecting an answer from her part, a worried but calm expression still adorning his visage.

She was sick of hiding. Not only was it destroying her, but it pained him as well, and for everything he had done for her, she did not want him to be hurt because of her. He had put his trust in her and had always been honest. It was time she reciprocated that.

Tears started to form in her eyes, she wrapped her forelegs around the unicorn and buried her face in his neck, screaming apologies about how stupid she was, and each insult she threw at herself made him cringe to the point where he forcefully but harmlessly pulled her away.

“ENOUGH!” he yelled, and she froze at his outburst. “You are NOT any of those things!”

“But-”

“No buts!” he cut her before taking a big breather to calm himself. His temper rarely got the better of him, but listening to his friend act like this was too much for him to handle. Way to add more trouble on her list, he thought.

He pulled her back into a tender hug and offered her soft apologies for yelling at her the way he did, and let her cry freely into the fur of his collarbone. He let her dry herself up completely before trying once more what he wanted to do from the beginning.

“You’re really a total wreck, you know that? I think it’s high time we fix you up, don’t you agree?”

She nodded into his neck and backed away, though the stallion still kept a comforting hoof around her shoulders. The lamia sniffed a few more times, and rubbed her sore eyes. When she reopened them, there was a handkerchief enveloped into the unicorn’s white magical aura, and gratefully blew her nose in it before he threw it into the small trash can under his reading desk.

“Better?” he asked her.

“Could be better I guessss.”

“Mind telling me what the fuss is all about now? Or would you rather drop it for now?”

“NO!” she shouted, and quickly covered her mouth with both hooves when she realized what she did.

“I mean, no, I don’t want to drop it. I’ve been hiding for ssso long it’ss ssstarting to eat me from the inssside,” she admitted. “You’ve alwayss been honessst with me, Thunder, and it’ss not fair that all I give in return iss more trouble. After everything you’ve given me, I owe you that.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Emerald. I was glad to help you when you needed it.”

“Ssstill, that doessn’t make it lessss of a reasson to keep hiding… not from you…”

The grip on her shoulders tightened a tiny bit as a little, reassuring smile formed on the stallion’s lips. “Then if that’s how you feel, do tell me what’s got you so worked up. Surely it’s not only because you’re in… uh…”

“In heat?” she completed, and she was surprised when a faint blush appeared on his cheeks at how embarrassing this might be to talk about. I never saw him blush before, she couldn’t help but remark.

“Well, y-yeah. Sorry if that seems blunt.”

“It’ss fine. No way of hiding now. Ssstill, you’re right, it’ss not only about that.” Emerald then took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. “What do you know about lamias?”

“Nothing,” Thunderbolt replied. “To my knowledge, there have been no records of someone like you in any document, even in Canterlot, so you’re pretty much the first one.”

“I sssee,” she said as she mulled that over. Even she didn’t know if there were lamias other than her somewhere in the world. I might be the only one that’s left…

“Ssso, as you know, lamias are half pony, half snake hybrids who, as far as I can remember, lived in small villages far away from this country. We share the sssame diet as ponies do, our homes ussed to be made sssimilarly to yours, though not as decorative and much sssmaller, sssome being only mere huts to inhabit a family. All in all, assside from the physsical difference, ponies and lamias are a lot alike,” she explained.

“But that changes when a lamia turns in heat. While female ponies can manage to control their urges, lamias can’t. Only a very few could. Those that made the majority that couldn’t, however, are quickly filled with lussstful thoughts and have an urgent urge to mate. Ssso, it was common for pony or zebra travelers that wandered too close to a lamia sssettlement to be abducted and become a…” she gulped as she trailed off, though Thunder, seeing where this was going, completed for her.

“Sex slaves?”

“More or lessss. As much as I sssaw before I got ssseparated from my own village, mossst of the abducted ssstallions were released when the lamia’s periods were over. But thosse who liked the… experience ssstayed in the village and formed a couple with the one who ponynapped them after sssome time.”

“And this is because of such a situation that you were born I presume?” Thunder guessed quite accurately.

“Yes, it is…” There was a bit of sadness in her reply, and the stallion had a vague idea why, though he wished it wasn’t for the reason he thought it was.

“Were…” he hesitated, “were this kind of relationships well received in lamia villages?”

The hybrid lowered her head, and the answer she gave confirmed his fear: “That depended…”

Another hug was needed, so he gladly gave her to her relief. It may sound stupid, but she was glad she was dying in that cave weeks ago, otherwise she may not have met this wonderful, caring pony.

“You and your family were exiled or something?”

“Worssse,” Emerald choked as she regained some of her composure. “The village’s chieftain hated ponies for sssome reasons. If a lamia became pregnant after mating, they would quickly be aborted.”

“And yet you were born,” the unicorn commented, to which she nodded.

“My parents had managed to keep their relation a sssecret from the whole village. My father was a unicorn who was talented in illusion magic, ssso he could turn himssself invisible at will, and even to hide my mother’s pregnancy and my pressence from everyone else with a ssspell. It worked well for a couple of year, then…”

“Then?”

She sniffed as she retold her troublesome memory. “My father had a very ssstrong metabolissm, ssso he never got sssick. All he got at mossst were tiny colds every now and then and that was it.

“But sssomeday when I was ssseven, he caught an unknown, sssevere illnessss, ssso he was ssstuck in bed, and because of this, he couldn’t use his magic. Eventually, a neighbor lamia found out and told the chieftain, and executed him in front of the whole village. After that, they beat my mother up and left her frighteningly wounded at home until her own execution the next day. Luckily she was very sssmart, becausse she managed to sssneak us both out and away from the village without anypony noticing. I don’t remember how long we traveled with the few rations we had, but she died from her wounds on the road. And as for the ressst, I already told you about the zebra shaman, didn’t I?”

“You did.” He gently grasped her hooves in his in compassion. “Sorry to hear that, and to have brought that up.”

“It’s fine. It may have been a horrible moment in my life, but sssomehow, it feels good to be able to tell sssomeone elssse about it. If anything, thank you for being there for me. I needed it, I think.”

“No problem, Emerald,” he asserted with another quick, yet still as comforting hug. He was happy that she had decided to break out of her shell and confide to him. He would have never dared to force her to spill everything out, so that brought him a huge relief to both his heart and mind to finally see her open her heart. I knew she had had it rough, but I never imagined it would be that tragic.

“Though it doesn’t fully explain what was the matter with you earlier,” he pointed out as they reluctantly broke the embrace a few minutes later, having given her the time to recover from her little tale.

“Uh, well…” she clapped her hooves together in nervousness, “promise you won’t be mad?” she begged, still doubting if she should really tell him even though it would be for the best.

“On my honor as a Royal Guard and on my good name, I swear I won’t,” he said, putting a hoof against his heart and bowing slightly just like he was taught to do whenever an oath was required to be sworn.

Even though it didn’t ease her worries completely, she had gotten to know him well enough to know he wouldn’t break the promise. It’s still embarrassing to say. Letting out a sigh, she explained with closed eyes:

“I had fantassies about you.” There, I said it! She awaited a response, anything, and when nothing happened, she dared to crack an eye open, only to be met with the stallion briefly staring wide-eyed at her, his senses lost for a few seconds. “I’m sssorry! I sh-” she was cut by a hoof in her mouth, stopping both tears that were threatening to come out again and her blabbering. Once more their eyes met, and what she saw in his wasn’t anger or disgust. Rather, it seemed like he was more surprised than anything.

“I see why you were so reluctant to tell me now.” He retracted his hoof, allowing her to close her lips to reconnect.

“You’re not mad? Or disssgusssted?” She was finding it hard to believe that he was taking this so well while she was fretting to death about it.

“Mad at you for being honest? No. Disgusted at you? Why would I? Sure, it’s quite surprising, but according to what you’ve told me about lamias, it is just natural for you, isn’t it?”

“B-but, aren’t you afraid that, becausse of that, I might… hurt you if I lose control?”

“Intentionally, no,” he simply answered.

“How can you sssay that ssso eassily?” she questioned

“Because I trust you. If you had wanted to hurt me you would have done so a while ago, but you haven’t. Even when you could have after you started feeling better, you never grabbed the opportunity.”

“It’s normal! After all you’ve done for me, it wouldn’t have felt right!” she snapped, unable to believe the unicorn was saying that kind of things.

“And why is that?” he asked. “Your lamia instincts could have kicked in at any time, yet they never did.”

“BECAUSSE… because…” she winded down as Thunder’s lips turned into a small smirk, her mind failing to give an answer. Once again, he completed for her.

“Different?” he offered, at which she finally nodded. “I may still not know much about your species, but from what I have learned, you seem to have more control over yourself than the majority. Also, being the only child born in your old village, you haven’t been raised like the other lamias. Am I right?”

He’s very clever, she found herself admitting. “You know, the ssspeed at which you manage to put the pieces together is impressssive,” she commented with a light blush.

“I guess it’s another talent of mine,” he said nonchalantly. “Thus, this is why I trust you, Emerald.”

“Geez…” Her blush intensified at the comment, much to her embarrassment, even if it warmed her up inside. “Ssso, you don’t mind that I… fantassssized about you?”

“Not really, and even if I wanted, I don’t think I could stop you. After all, I’m kinda the first stallion you’ve seen in years. Also…”

There was a shift in his tone and posture as he became a bit… Uncomfortable? Why would he be? thought the young lamia.

“Well, it is kind of sudden, but do you mind if I share a little secret with you?”

“Um, sure?” she agreed, clearly confused about Thunderbolt’s unusual unusual behavior.

“Well, since you’ve told me that you’re having fantasies about me, I believe it is safe to come out with it.”

Without warning, he grabbed Emerald’s hooves in his and pressed his lips against hers for a second before retreating, instantly causing her to stare at him, stupefied.

“Emerald, I don’t really know what it is about you that’s got me, But I believe I am falling for you, and have for some time, probably for the past week or so. Even if on the outside you look like what others would call a monster, I’ve got the chance to know more about what’s in here.” He pressed a hoof in the middle of her chest where her heart was, making her flinch slightly and fully come back to her senses.

“I’m not sure whether it’s your charm, your sweet voice or your kind soul, maybe even all of them, that has reached into me, but I know one thing. I’ve known since the day I found you, with everything that happened that led you into that cave back there, that you were fragile, and it was only today that I truly realized the level of that fragility. I want to protect that, but only if you allow me to. The world may see you as a wild beast, but me, all I see is a mare who’s lost in it.”

Right as he finished talking, the lamia pounced on him, unable to control the flow of emotions that stallion was causing inside her, and locked her lips on his, her forked tongue hastily seeking entrance. I think I’ll take that as a yes, thought the unicorn as he made an opening for her tongue, and the lamia didn’t hesitate to taste every corner of the new area with it. Once satisfied, she wrapped it around the stallion’s, both of them letting out moans of pleasure.

Thunder felt something contract around him, and opened his eyes to see that Emerald had begun wrapping her snake tail around him. She was wrapping him tight enough to restrict movement, but not enough to break him, and strangely, he found that enticing, to the point that he felt the tip of his rod make contact with the scales of the tail, causing the hybrid to shiver at the touch.

The lamia broke the kiss and looked down at her prey, now trapped in her scaly limb, and licked her lips seductively. So far, he seemed to be liking her treatments, and she shivered once more in anticipation at was she was going to do next. For his part, even though he had to admit it felt quite nice so far, second thoughts crept into his mind, but he ignored them. If this’ll stop torturing her afterwards, then so be it. Besides I kinda looked for-

“Oh!” he gasped as his thoughts were interrupted by the tip of Emerald Gleam’s tail coiling itself around his snake and slowly starting to rub it along the length, each stroke eliciting a moan out of his throat. Screw everything else. This is incredible!

“Liking it, aren’t we?” the snakepony asked sultrily, earning herself a vigorous nod from the trapped unicorn. “Perfect! Jussst relax and let me handle everything, hun!”

He didn’t know what caused the change in her attitude, but at this very moment, he couldn’t care less. Besides, the ministrations the lamia was giving him prevented him from thinking straight. All that currently mattered to him was the sweet pleasure she was offering him, and contrary to what he had imagined in his mind, the activity wasn’t as rough as he expected it to be, though it still was much rougher than when he had done it with a normal pony.

It took the hybrid less than a minute of soft tail strokes to make him fully erect, and once that was done, she licked her lips again as she went to the next step. Shifting her body so that she was at eye level with him, she slowly led his shaft towards her wet cavern with her tail, both of them anticipating that moment for a different reason. For Thunder, it would be the first time since his prom at high school that he would have sex with a mare, while for Emerald, she just wanted him badly, to the point where he could swear she was drooling whenever she looked at his bound form.

Finally, it happened. Both of them slightly shivered and moaned in pleasure as the tip of his dick made contact with her moist pussy. However, she didn’t stop there, as she quickly shoved it deep down her hole and pumped her hips back and forth - the stallion would have taken care of that part was he not restricted by her huge tail - as soon as it had fully penetrated her womb, with her eyes shut and her tongue hanging out of her mouth, clearly in pure ecstasy.

The room was mainly filled with the sounds of moaning, panting, cries of bliss on occasion, and the smell of sweat and sex fluids mixed together. The nearer they got to their climax, the louder they cried, especially the lamia, whose were mostly demands for Thunder to ejaculate inside of her. Eventually, her wish was granted. As her fluids coated her scales and the blanket underneath them, his filled every corner of her vagina, the excess trickling down and mixing with hers, and she sighed in ultimate contentment while the unicorn unwound within her grasp, exhausted.

He wasn’t the only one. As he found himself falling asleep, his energy drained, the lamia laid them both comfortably on the mattress, removing his penis from her pussy, though never loosening her grip around him, though he was too tired to care. She’ll keep warm, he convinced himself as he closed the room’s light with a quick flick of his horn and let his mind wander into dreamland, his lover joining him after dropping a loving kiss on his forehead and wishing him good dreams. Warm and cozy…