Shifting Melodies - The Lost Stanzas

Palette tapped his chin and nodded. “I think we’ll head on up. We’ll take some of this and this though,” he said, pointing at two items on the menu. He didn’t know much, but he recognised the names of the creme brulee and chocolate cake.

“Very good sir. I wish you a pleasant evening then.” He took the menus and gave a bow of his head as he left the couple to themselves.

“Well then, ready to head up to our room?” he asked.

“You...got a room here?” she asked, already feeling that blush coming back as she thought about why he would do something like that.

“Well, this place is only for guests,” he replied as he offered his hoof to help her up. “Besides, I think we could use some time away from the old homestead. Some fresh scenery if you will.”

“If you say so,” she said as she took his hoof, getting on her hooves as she felt her face flush. “I...will admit that seeing the sights was on my list of things to do, after ‘getting your house in order.’”

“Well, glad to hear it,” he said as he escorted her towards the elevator. After a climb, and Paint getting only slightly lost inside the huge building. They finally found their room. It was pretty spacious. Had it’s own fridge and bathroom.

And only one large bed…

Thankfully, they’d gotten used to sharing his bed, but the implication that couples normally came here for that had her blushing again. “So,” she said, studiously hiding her blush by looking around the room. “What did you want to do?”

“Well, we have our dessert, we have our wine,” he said and gulped as he placed both on the nightstand. “We have the whole night...” He sat on the bed and looked at her. “...To, explore our relationship.”

“And how did you intend to do that?” she asked, slowly drawing close and fighting the blush down as much as she could.

“W-Well, I guess...we could,” his own blush was surfacing as he looked at her. “Use this here bed...for something other than sleeping.”

“I see,” she mused as she slowly climbed onto it, sitting close to him and losing the fight against the red in her cheeks. “Perhaps we should start such activities slow, if indeed we do them at all?” Critical suggested.

“I think, that might be a good idea,” he replied and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“I think you can go a little faster than that,” she said, turning to face him and make her intentions clear. He gulped and nodded as he leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. He just...kissed another mare.

And, he kinda liked it. Especially when she started kissing him back. He may have moaned slightly as he deepened the kiss, as one of his hooves started to caress her back, before he held her close and hugged her, before finally breaking the kiss and coming up for air.

“Well...that, that was,” he panted slightly.

“That was my first kiss with a stallion,” she said. “And I already want another.”

“That was your first kiss?” he blinked. This girl was greener than her coat. “Crystals, what am I getting myself into here...”

“At this rate, me,” she teased, playing at his chest with a hoof. She suddenly squeaked when he took that hoof, trailing kisses along her leg and up her chest and neck, until he reached her lips again and kissed her deeper this time, his tongue dancing at her lips and parted them, soon entwining with her own. She wished they could hold it forever, but they still needed to breathe. When the kiss did break, she panted and smiled at him.

“Yup, that answer is looking more true the more you do that,” she giggled, getting into the swing of it and ignoring her blush at the moment. She wondered when he’d either ask her to take her disguise off...or ask her to keep it on.

“I guess we’ll see where this goes,” he said, just running his hoof through her mane. “And, you can take it off if you want.” He blushed as he kissed the top of her head. “If...this is your first time. It should be as you I think.”

“That’s...a sweet sentiment,” the mare said as her horn lit up, causing her disguise to slowly fade and reveal the changeling nymph underneath. Words were one thing though. Actions were something else.

His next action? Pull her close to him and kiss her again, his tongue teasing her fangs as his hooves stroked her chitin gently. She let out a cute little moan at his ministrations, knowing that if she had a mirror, she would see herself blushing fiercely.

He...cared about her for who she was, not what she looked like. That meant the world to her.

That was when Palette found the kiss being returned, and returned something fierce. He fell back onto the bed, cradling the nymph on top of him as they made out, tongues wrestling each other for dominance as hooves moved to find a part of the body they hadn’t felt yet. His ones found her flanks and gave them a squeeze as he broke the kiss, panting for breath. Meanwhile, her forehooves seemed to have found something considerably more hard, causing her to blush as she felt and rubbed along it lightly.

“Somepony’s...eager,” she observed. He gave a sharp hiss as she touched him there, before letting out a moan as she started to rub it.

“When I got a cute thing like you...it’s no wonder,” he replied, trying to stop himself getting too worked up. She merely looked down at the member she was toying with, examining it and him from multiple angles.

“All this, for little me?” she said in a faux-innocent voice. “You shouldn’t have.” She began examining it again, this time with both her forehooves rubbing along it. He just groaned again as he tossed his head back. It had been years since he’d done anything, and now this little minx was determined to tease him to the ends of Equus and back. She felt it give a few twitches in her hooves as he moaned.

“Somepony likes,” she teased as she rubbed the tip with one hoof while the other paid attention to a pair of somethings a little further south. According to the violet-backed book that she totally didn’t steal from her mom’s study, drones liked that. Maybe stallions did too?

She got her response in the form of another loud groan as he twitched again and she could feel his balls tighten. This stallion was about to blow. She used the hoof at the tip to aim said tip away from either of their faces, not incidentally rubbing it more than a little in the process. He let out a louder moan as the tip flared as she found the black chitin on her chest being painted white as he came buckets. He threw his head back as the torrent just didn’t seem to end.

Shocked, Critical just sat there, too dumbfounded to do anything but watch him pour this onto her. Idly, a thought bubbled to the surface of her mind, one her mother kept repeating after every misadventure she or her siblings got into.

“At least chitin’s easy to clean,” she murmured.

After a minute or two, the stallion finally ceased as he rolled over and panted heavily. “I...hah...sorry...I didn’t-didn’t mean to...” He looked at the cum-coated nymph and his member twitched excitedly. He’d be damned if that wasn’t hot...

“You’re forgiven,” Critical said as she slowly extracted herself and her new mess from the bed, heading to the bathroom as she wagged her tail and her rump around more than a little. “I’m going to get clean, you can feel free to join me whenever you think you’re up to it.” With that, she pushed her way into the bathroom and left the door open behind her.

Oh buck the hell yes!

She soon found a pair of hooves wrapped around her as he nuzzled the back of her neck, pressing her up against the wall of the shower as he trailed kisses along her slender neck and jawline. She moaned and arched her back into the affection, before pushing him back with one hoof.

“Nope,” she said simply. “I paid attention to you, you can return the favor, bucko.”

The stallion grunted, it’s not like he wasn’t planning on it anyway. He was going to surprise her, but since she was being so insistent, it was time to teach this welp a few manners.

He lifted his hind leg, pressing oh-so-slightly against her opening as he continued to nibble her neck and ears. She gasped and let out a small, little moan as she felt so many parts of her having affection paid to them. “Ooooh,” she eventually said. “You’re good…”

He just chuckled as he lowered his leg, leaving that particular part alone now as his nibbles became lighter.

“And what do we say?” he said to her. She whimpered as his affections dried up, wanting more of those touches.

“Please…” she whispered.

“Good girl,” Now that was more like it. He leant in, his kisses and bites becoming harder and more frequent as he used his forehoof this time to grind against her sex, making small circles around her clit before slowly rubbing up and down the length of it. With a sudden seizure, the nymph stiffened, and he found that hoof suddenly quite sticky as her breathing hitched and became erratic huffs.

“Did you just...hmm, and after all that boasting too~” He moved beside her and lifted his hoof and licked it. “Now, be a good girl and close your eyes.”

The nymph did so shakily, not even sure what she had just felt. She’d never felt like that before, and with one touch, he had played her like an instrument. She felt his hooves grip her flank, and she found herself wondering what the heck he was doing.

That was when she felt his tongue lick the length of her opening before taking her clit between his teeth and suckling on it. Her front legs buckled as she felt another one of those tremors rock through her. Sweet hives, he knew what he was doing!

“D...don’t stop,” she huffed, obeying his earlier command to keep her eyes closed. “Don’t ever stop.”

He chuckled again, as the vibrations shot through her. He shifted as he pressed a hoof against her button and held it there, occasionally rolling it around, but never breaking contact. And once he’d done that, she felt his tongue penetrate her opening, licking around inside her…

She choked back a cry as she was so stimulated. She was so close, so bucking close to that peak she’d felt but never reached on her own! His hoof was doing something she’d not known about, and his tongue! It was just too bad his mouth was occupied, his words always got under her chitin. She would collapse onto the shower floor so that she could focus on the feelings he was giving her, but then he would be forced to work harder. For him, she held herself upright. Mostly.

He exhaled, his hot breath washing against her as he switched from making circular motions to just moving his tongue in and out of her, each time he pulled it out, he gave her slit a little lick before putting back in.

That was it, she felt it crashing down around her, seizing her body with indescribable pleasure. She shuddered a few times, and those minature orgasams she’d had before were totally outclassed as Palette learned something about Critical.

She was a squirter.

He pulled his head back, but it didn’t stop him from getting his muzzle coated as he just smiled at her reaction. He’d been worried that he’d lost his touch.

Good to see he hadn’t, or she was just easily pleased, one of the two.

“You okay?” he asked, licking his lips and tasting the tangy juices that coated it.

“...Never felt...that good before,” she managed to string together, her breath coming in pants as she stood there. She was fairly certain she was locked into this pose. Her knees certainly weren’t shaking anymore. Or bending for a little while, for that matter.

He just smiled as he took a sponge and cleaned the rest of her chitin before turning off the shower and with a little work, put the mare onto his back as he carried her back into the room.

“I’m not going to push you,” he said as he laid her gently on the bed, before moving up beside her and pulling her into a hug. “Did you want to keep going? Or is that enough for now?”

“Just...lemme cool off a little more,” she said, finally getting enough control over her foreleg to pet at one of his. “Then maybe you can...convince me.”

“Fair enough.” he smiled as he poured a small glass of the wine and held it to her lips. She sipped it and sighed at the taste, knowing what track he was on. A little extra relaxant would be good right about now…

“You’re very skilled, or I’m simply unskilled, at this whole thing,” Critical commented.

“A little of both perhaps,” he said. “And I’m not trying to get you drunk if that’s what you're thinking. You need to keep your liquids up for...activities such as this.” He reached for the chilled pudding and took a small spoonful, before holding it up to her mouth.

“Mmm,” she said around the mouthful, swirling it around before swallowing it. “Wasn’t afraid of it, and I could do with a little extra relaxant anyways.” She twitched that one leg again for emphasis. That pudding had been good, at least. She could stand being waited on until she could stand again if she kept getting served like that~

Painted nodded as he pulled the pudding over and kept spoon-feeding her. “Well I’ve fed you now, so I guess I have to keep you eh?”

“Like you weren’t planning on keeping me anyways,” the nymph retorted as she began to regain feeling in both her forelegs. “And after attention like that, you’d best believe I’m not going!”

“Oh, so you liked that hrmm?” He tapped his chin and licked some pudding from her lips. “I thought I might have gotten a little rusty.”

“As if whatever proof you got smeared all over your muzzle wasn’t enough, you want me to say it too?” she said with an eye-roll. “Fine. You totally rocked my world, and you didn’t even get to any of the real good stuff. Has that fed your ego enough, my big, strong stallion?”

“I believe so,” he chuckled, enjoying his ego being stroked, amongst other things~ He just held her close and hugged her. “Mm, this is nice.”

“Agreed,” she hummed, as she felt her joints unlock, either because of time or the alcohol working on them. With a few cracks and pops, she stretched her legs out before returning the hug with enthusiasm.

He closed his eyes and lay there for a moment, just enjoying holding her. He thought...that he’d never do this with anypony again. He took a sharp breath and nuzzled her.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” she said back, kissing him softly afterwards. “You really care about me...that means more than you can know.”

“Guess we’re a couple of lonely hearts huh?” he murmured. “Well, I don’t mind. If it meant meeting you, then it was worth it.”

“I’m willing to stand by you for as long as you’re willing to stand by me,” the mare replied, softly stroking his mane with a hoof.

“Count on it,” Paint nodded. “I...never expected anypony quite like you in my life. But, I’m hardly complaining.” He hugged her tight and looked into her eyes. “It’s too early, to say that I love you... but, I hope you stick around long enough that I can say it without doubt.”

“I’ll give you the chance,” Critical nodded as she hugged Paint. “Oh dear...okay, I think I’m recovered. If you want to ‘convince’ me, I’d say now was the time.”

“Hmm, well I won’t push you into anything you’re not ready for,” he said. He leaned in close, and she could feel his breath against her ear. “But if you really liked what I did before, than you’ll love what I do next~”

“So long as you take it easy, I’m up for almost anything,” she breathed back. He nodded and gently rolled her over onto her back, as he caressed her thigh as he licked at her clit again, getting her warmed up for what would come next.

“Oooh,” she breathed, knowing this was likely only the warm-up and enjoying it nonetheless. He stayed that way for a moment, before he moved so he was standing over her, his member prodding at her entrance, lightly rubbing against her clit.

“You ready?” he asked her. She gulped before nodding once. He took a breath as he hovered there for a moment, This was it, no going back after this.

With a small push, he pressed the first few inches inside of her. She moaned at the feeling of being so stretched, so filled...it just felt so good. She grabbed ahold of the sheets in her quest to hold something tight as she felt him enter her.

He grunted as he pushed another inch inside. “Buck, you’re so bucking tight,” he grunted. He felt himself hit her barrier and he paused. “You ready? This’ll probably hurt a bit.”

“How bad?” she whimpered. Even him poking it sent a tingle through her. One that warned her of pain unlike any other.

“Depends on the pony,” he said. “Might hurt like a bitch, but I promise that it won’t last long.”

She took a breath before nodding and relaxing. “Do it,” she said. He took another breath and pressed harder, breaking her barrier and burying most of his length inside of her. She let out a yelp and grabbed ahold of the stallion atop her, holding him close as the pain burned through her. He just remained still as she held him, waiting until she would tell him to start moving and not a moment sooner.

She eventually shuddered and lay back. “It doesn’t...hurt anymore,” she said slowly. He nodded and slowly pulled back, before starting to move with a steady, yet gentle rhythm. She moaned and went from grabbing the sheets, to grabbing his forehooves, already clearly loving what he was doing.

He grunted, he just wanted to let loose and fuck the mare into the mattress, but he kept up his steady pace, leaning his head down to draw her into a kiss. One she eagerly returned, even as her hips started to buck as well, trying to force more of herself around him.

He groaned at her movements and begun to thrust faster, pushing her hooves down as he took the mare he loved...

He, yeah, he loved her.

He kissed her passionately and thrust his entire length into her with a single motion. Her eyes shot open and she screamed into the kiss, bucking around wildly. He released the kiss and looked at her.

“You were saying?” he said cheekily. She panted before turning her lusty gaze on him.

“Again,” she all but commanded him.

Well, let it be said that Painted Palette wasn’t one to disappoint a lady. “As my Lady wishes,” he said, before drawing back and ramming his length into her with furious abandon, again and again he pounded the little nymph. And each time he pounded back into her, he could feel her walls gripping him tightly, coating him in her juices.

How cute. She was having mini-orgasms during the act itself every time he thrust into her.

“B...bucking...tartarus,” she said, barely coherent. “Why did I...wait so long?”

“Well...I’m glad... you did,” he panted. Otherwise, he wouldn’t get to enjoy this moment. He switched to long, slow thrusts, before resuming his furious pounding. Rinse and repeat. The changeup drove her even more wild, it would seem. She eventually pulled him down and stared him in the eyes before ordering him again.

“Fuck me.”

So that’s how she wanted to play? He pulled out and gripped her side, flipping the mare over and then grabbing her hips as he lifted them up. He gave her a second to realise what he was doing, before he mounted the mare and rammed himself back into her, gripping her hips tightly as he rammed her like a piston.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, clamping down around him. She almost came right there...and then she realized that was only one thrust. Less than a moment later, he started to move, drawing himself almost all the way out before ramming his rod back into her. He leaned forward and took her mane into his mouth, yanking on it as he rammed her again and again.

Critical just moaned and let herself bask in the pleasure, not sure where one orgasm ended and another began anymore. Palette would be able to tell, maybe, by when her walls clamped down on him and began milking him like her life depended on it. But her coherent thought was gone.

He grunted from exertion as his frenzied pace quickened.

“I’m getting close,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Tell me where...”

Critical, however, was still out to lunch. And wasn’t coming back anytime soon. Paint groaned as he felt himself tighten, as pressure built up.

“Where Crit, or you’re getting a stuffing!”

Crit’s brain took his yelling as a demand for something, so she pulled him into a kiss to see if that solved whatever it was. That was the tipping point as he groaned into the kiss, then broke it and roared as he unloaded into the mare, filling her with his raging orgasm, thick ropes of cum filling her and then some. He continued to thrust into her, each thrust unleashed another spurt as he moaned and panted.

Eventually, Critical rejoined him and held him close, wanting to be warm within and without. Slowly, she blinked as her more rational mind started to come back online. Warm...within?...

“D-Damn, I didn’t...mean to…” he just panted as he slowly pulled out, a stream of his release pouring out of her when he finally did. Critical eyed the seed-river coming out of her and mentally sighed. It...was probably too late. And hey, the damage was likely already done, yes? She was just glad she wasn’t in heat right about now, otherwise there would be no way she wouldn’t end up pregnant.

She’d have to write a letter home asking about the symptoms, though. She’d failed to recall them right now, but mother would know. With one hoof held to her lips to hold them shut, she groaned and made for the bathroom. “I’m going to clean up,” she said. “...You get some clean sheets on the bed while I do, and maybe we can have another go.”

“....Again?” he said with wide eyes. “Un-bucking-believable...” Still, he did as he was told, swapping out the sheet with a fresh set that the hotel kept in a cupboard for just such an emergency.

“Still,” he said to her as she cleaned herself. “Even if you are... you know, I’ll help you okay?”

There was the sound of giggling before a fresh out of the shower Critical came out of the bathroom, her carapace glistening with moisture. She eyed him up like the slab of stallion he was before slowly crawling onto the bed.

“Wanna share what’s so funny?” he inquired as he joined her, tossing a blanket over the both of them.

“Modern birth control methods,” she hummed as a rear hoof found a piece of his anatomy she’d come to appreciate in full in the past hour and began stroking it. “One potion for the morning, one potion for the evening. Helps prevent unwanted foals. I’ll take the morning one when we get back.”

Palette let out a held breath and nodded. Well, that was a load off of his mind. And speaking of loads... He practically dove onto the mare, kissing her hungrily as he pressed himself against her once more…

“Mmm, somepony’s pent up still?” she asked once the kiss broke.

“What do you think,” he grunted as he pushed his still hardening member inside, letting her feel it grow inside of her.

“I think we might end up testing the limits of those potions,” the nymph teased. The stallion just grunted as he took his mare again, as he would many more times that night...