Shifting Melodies - The Lost Stanzas

“I mean after I heal, love,” Narrow replied. “I’m not that foalish. So, agreed?”

He extended one claw in her direction, ready for a hoofshake. She reciprocated, shaking his claw. “Oh, and I guess I’ll limit myself to one hour. That’s all I have to work with.”

The griffon smiled before drawing her in for a cuddle and fishing out another half-sandwich for her from the basket. He passed it over to her and covered her with one wing, basking in the simple sensations of the moment.

“Hmm, I wonder,” she mused as she took the sandwich. “That I am the best interrogator this side of Canterlot...and I can use all sorts of tricks that I can’t do to a common thug.” She heard him swallow hard as her smile grew. “Still feeling confident?”

The griffon gave a shaky nod as he ran a claw through her mane. He knew he’d be able to get her to stop with the right touches...like the area around her cast. Ponies just hated having to wear those for too long.

“So...” she buried her head under his wing. Mostly to snuggle him, but also to hide the glow of her horn from his sight. “I have an hour...but I wonder if you’ll go double or nothing if I can do it in half the time?”

“Especially if I go double~?” the second Narrow said, nuzzling his other side. And unlike her caster, she was not restricted by physical ailments. Fredrick responded by pulling the clone forward and giving it a deep kiss...and trailing a claw down the spine, ending in a light circle being played around the dock of the tail.

“Whaaeeep!?” Narrow totally forgot about this particular aspect of the spell. How in the buck did she forget this particular aspect of the spell? “N-No fair,” she panted adorably. Fredrick responded by gently stroking his cloned Narrow, quickly stimulating the faux-mare and teasing her with his talons. The bet was only for him to not be talking, and he didn’t need to talk or use his beak at all to please his mare~

“S-Sonofa-” Narrow hissed, trying to fight against the sensations. It was very disconcerting feeling when she wasn’t participating. “I now regret all my decisions.”

It was then that Fredrick got an idea. An awful idea. Were it not for the game, he’d have done it...he’d have led the clone into another room out of sight and played with her there, just to buck with Narrow.

He’d have to file it down for later. Right now, he let the clone-Narrow talk again before he began the next bit...though he did keep playing with her tail. Ponies seemed to like it.

“So, you couldn’t bed Midnight hmm?” the clone asked coyly. She still had a secret weapon up her metaphorical sleeves. “I bet that drives you simply...batty~”

Bad puns! Fortunately, Fredrick had a counter. Ledger had told him of a mystical bit on mares that he’d only played with a few times and respected their wishes when they said not again. With just the right press, the griffon hit the mare’s ‘on’ button with a light flick of his talons.

Both mares echoed a shriek of surprise and pleasure, before glaring at the bird.

“Oh, you wanna play like that huh?” Clone Narrow said.

“Well...game on!” Real Narrow finished as their horns lit up and Fredrick found himself on the receiving end of a two-way magical massage.

Though, they appeared to be focused on one particular piece of anatomy. The griffon grinned and pulled the clone-Narrow close, before deciding that yes, he would use his mouth...but not for talking. He doubted he’d be able to do anything special, but she always did like it when he paid her attention in kind~ With a quick heave, his head was buried between the clone’s rear legs as she was flipped onto her back.

“I almost wonder how it came to this?” Clone Narrow said as she arched her back slightly. Fredrick responded in the only non-verbal way he could. With his beak buried in her and one talon holding her steady (and occasionally hitting the bit Ledger had told him about), he gently used his other claw to reach up and rub at her stomach and neck. Calming and soothing motions that he knew his mare liked~

Real Narrow just sighed as she rolled onto her side. It still felt weird, but damned if it wasn’t nice. Now, did she really want to win? Seeing the look of horror on his face, at the thought of eating rations had been amusing. But this was sooooo much better.

But she also had her pride and an earlier comment of Fredrick’s gave her a wonderfully wicked idea.

He felt her magic move...upwards, towards the underside of his tail.

“Did you know,” she asked idly, still moaning softly at his work. “That I have spells I use on myself during the lonely nights?”

Seeing where this was going, Fredrick pulled his beak out from the clone and shot a glare that could have killed a few ponies at his mare. She was not about to do what he thought she was. Otherwise he was going to-

“All you gotta do is talk~” she said in a sing-song tone. Fredrick had his pride, though, and responded by instead trying to distract both mares via talon insertion. Narrow was producing more than enough fluid for him to be able to put two of his claws in easy~

The mares yelped and her magic slipped, latching onto his tail and giving it a hard yank. Were either of them looking beneath, they would see that he had in fact reacted by giving off a throb, even as he slowly drew his claws back and forth through the clone’s tunnel. It still amazed him as to how exact a copy it was~

The mare under him writhed in pleasure as the real Narrow gave a low groan. Her hoof had found its way south as she panted along with her copy. This was so unfair dammit. Deciding to just buck it, she rolled onto her side, and wiggled until she was under Fredrick’s belly.

And then he felt that mouth of hers wrap around him. Barely containing his moan, he brought his other set of claws into play as he teased her outer lips before finding that nub of flesh again. With another soft flick, he slowly lowered his head until his beak was nuzzling it. His eyes met the clone’s as they sparked with mischief, letting her know his intentions.

“Are you waiting for a written invitation?” she asked, as Narrow’s horn lit up and she massaged his member while she sucked on it. With a soft motion, he closed his beak around her clit and began playing with it by using his tongue on it. She bucked her hips in response and nearly buried his beak inside of her.

Well, guess he’d win this bet. Perhaps she should have stuck to a more traditional interrogation.

“Faahhhh~ Celestia above that’s good,” she moaned. He decided now was better than never and put his third claw inside the clone, even as he bucked his hips lightly. He had been hoping she’d be able to focus a bit on that massage, but apparently she’d missed him. Not that he was complaining~

And he certainly wasn’t now when the Clone remembered she had magic too and began to massage his balls with it. By now, almost his entire length was buried inside Narrow’s mouth and she hummed, adding a third level of stimulation.

It was nearly as good as actually bucking her, and were he not focused on both his mare and winning this bet, he would make his thanks for her attentions known. As it stood, he decided to simply increase the pressure on her clit before lightly tweaking it back and forth with his beak.

She suddenly paused, as did the mare beneath him as they both came hard. Narrow pulled her mouth away with a slow, wet pop and rolled back out from under him, panting and sighing.

“Damn...that’s... damn...”

Fredrick merely hummed and pulled his talons out of the clone before putting the clone underneath him, making his intention clear as he tried to position her to take the original’s place...though differently. He’d enjoyed the oral, now time for the main event~

“Of course,” Narrow sighed. She really needed to ask Luna if there was a way to cut off the shared sensations. “Just...gimme a second.” Her leg had started to act up from all the shifting around, and shared sensation also meant whenever Fredrick touched the same leg on the clone…

He caught the looks of pain and glares at the cast, and reached over with one claw, idly massaging around the cast and helping his mare position her leg comfortably. Apparently, this whole ‘works both ways’ thing wasn’t always good...

“I’m alright, the sensations are pretty muted... still feel them though.” But she also didn’t want to leave him high and somewhat dry. “Hmm, what to do...”

He shrugged and made to roll the clone out from under him. If he couldn’t get a bucking, then that was that. He’d simply lay here and cuddle both of them.

...Granted, he'd buck her very hard when she was in better shape, but he wasn’t willing to sacrifice her health for a little fun. Due to the magic she’d consumed earlier, the clone made a small sound, not unlike the chime of a clock and vanished, waving goodbye as she did.