Shifting Melodies - The Lost Stanzas

Scope raised a hoof and knocked gently on the door belonging to a certain Pink nymph. “Amethyst? I know you're in there. Open up,” she called through the door.

“No!” the nymph called back despondently. “They...they didn’t find Acey…”

“Open the door Amy,” Scope said flatly. “Or I’ll open it. Your choice.”

“I’m not opening the door until Acey comes back. I’ll stay in here forever if I have to,” was Amy’s reply.

“Forever is a long time,” Scope said. “All those foals not getting ice-cream. Or worse, getting served by somepony who is… under trained!”

“...You’re not playing fair,” the nymph on the other side of the door said. “...I’ll still go to work tomorrow, but I’m not opening the door before then. So just go away Scopey. Let me wallow in my sadness.”

The door lit up with a magical hue and clicked, Scopey did ever so love her lockpicking spell. It slowly opened and a battered Griffon leaned against the doorframe.

“Sadness doesn’t suit you, little ladybug. You think you might cheer up a little now?”

“Acey?” the pale-pink changeling on the other side said as she slowly drew closer. “Is it really you?”

Scope walked in and stood next to him. “Found him unconscious in the desert, next to two more dead Chameleos… idiot fought them on his own by the looks of it. But, if you don’t want this gift, guess I’ll put it back where I found it.”

That was when Amy’s colors returned to normal...and Scope was shoved out of the apartment in a blast of pink magic, before the griffon was pulled all the way in, and the door shut and locked. Amy somehow found a way to gently hug the griffon that didn’t aggravate his injuries. “I missed you,” she said as she just held him close.

“You’re welcome,” Scope muttered from the hallway before walking off, muttering about ungrateful Pinks and other things best not repeated in front of foals.

“Looks like I worried you again,” Ace sighed, cupping her cheek with one hand. “Sorry about that.”

“You really need to stop doing that, you know,” the nymph chided him as she began to get down and lead him somewhere familiar. Namely, the bedroom. “I learned something while you were out, Acey. A few things, actually.”

“Now?” Ace said, wincing at the thought of exercise. Well, the things he did for love. “Okay, what did you learn love?”

“I learned the foals have no problem with my changeling form,” she said as she opened the door. “So tomorrow I’m going to show ‘myself’ off to my employers. Think you can get up on the bed?”

The Griffon climbed up, the bed creaking under his weight as he rolled onto his back and sighed. Yes, this was much more comfortable than the desert. “Well, that’s good. It seems that those hatchlings recognise a beautiful mare when they see one then.”

“I also learned,” Amy said before climbing up onto the bed...and him. “During the time when I had to look after them...something a little more interesting.” She leaned down and pecked his beak, waiting for him to ask.

“Some things come to mind, yet I have learned you are truly unpredictable,” he said, returning the gesture as he ran a claw across her chitin. Amy smirked and leaned back down before whispering huskily to him.

“I want one.”

The bird paused, as his tired brain processed that statement. “One what?”

“I want a foal, hatchling, whatever we end up making, of my own, Acey,” she said as she trailed a hoof through the feathers adorning his upper chest. “And would you look at that? I have a male to help me right...here.”

“...Are you in heat?” he asked stupidly. “Do Changelings even go into heat?”

“Sorta-kinda,” she answered as she leaned back, grinding her hips against his. “But no, I’m not in heat Acey. I’ve just been looking out for the foals for so long without a male to help me make one of my own...but that’s different now,” she said with a smile. “What I’ve always wanted, now I can have.”

Ace felt his blood stir and he sighed. Just to make sure…

“You’re absolutely sure you want this? For us, a battle-crazed Griffon and a Pink changeling, to actually produce offspring? For us to be responsible parents?”

“Looks like I’ll have my work cut out for me to make an honest dad out of you,” Amy replied before nodding. “But yup. I want a kid, Acey. Are you gonna be a good male and give it to me? Or do I have to take it from you?”

Ace gave another weary sigh. Could he do this? Become a father?

The Griffon chuckled, then rolled over so the nymph was pinned under his weight, his feathers puffed out to make him look far larger as he loomed over her, a dangerous glint in his eye.

“I am going to breed you now,” he said with a predatory growl. She moaned and did her best to rub against him, seriously turned on by Dominant Ace.

“Oh, please do,” she whimpered under him. The Griffon growled as he nipped at her neck and withers, while his blood boiled and his member already throbbed at it’s full length. She felt it prodding against her form and moaned lewdly, trying to entice her griffon to get this show started already. She was more than ready or willing.

Well, if she was so eager…

The Griffon gripped her as he stuck his entire member in with a single thrust, already taking his mate as he begun to thrust furiously inside of her. She gasped and spasmed a little at the feeling of him being so domineering, before the nymph did her best to grab ahold of him with her legs. Just so she could hump back as furiously as he was. All the while, she had a simple chant of two words.

“More, Acey, more!”

The Griffon snarled as his claws gripped her, holding the mare down as he continued to pound her relentlessly. He’d make it up to her later with something more gentle, but right now, he let his instincts rule and those instincts said to fuck this little mare into the mattress. The bed creaked and groaned as he paused just long enough to turn her over and he mounted her from behind, gripping her waist and resuming his frantic pace.

Amy moaned as her pupiless eyes rolled up into her head, losing herself to the pleasurable rutting, no, sheer fucking he was giving her. Thought was becoming hard. Only the idea that this might result in a foal kept her in any way coherent. “Yes, more, harder,” she said, using what little brainpower that wasn’t consumed with pleasure to egg him on.

He reached up and gripped the headboard of the bed, his claws causing the wood to crack he held it so hard. Her scent, her moans and her pleas just fueled his lust, his desire to breed his mate and his pace increased, the force behind his thrusting pushed her into the soft mattress.

Eventually the stimulation was too much for Amy and she screamed as she came around him, her walls tightening in an effort to hold Ace still and milk him dry. She soon got what she desired, as the Griffon gave a roar that rattled the walls and hos member flared, before his seed shot from it, filling the nymph completely, his hips still thrusting with each spurt. Amy moaned as she felt him fill her, reveling in the sensation. This time was going to be different, she told herself.

This time, she wouldn’t shift right afterwards. Or anytime between now and when she gave birth. She didn’t care how long it took them to conceive, or how many times. She’d enjoy it all the same. Especially if they were all like this one.

Ace panted, as he finally finished and looked down at the nymph beneath him. “I-I think… hrrrm…” He smirked as he slowly pulled out, leaving the tip there. “I think we, should make sure,” he grinned.

“Not in your condition,” she said between pants. “But maybe...tomorrow. After you get out of the hospital.”

“Condition?” he blinked. Oh yeah, he was injured huh… oh plucking feathers… He groaned and rolled to the side to avoid crushing her as he collapsed on the bed. “That was probably a worse idea than fighting those things… but it was worth it, as long as my little ladybug is happy again.”

“Mmhmm,” she muttered as she slowly crawled up onto his stomach, before nuzzling him and just laying there. “I’ll walk you to the hospital if I have to, but you’re going tomorrow. And if you’re not too badly injured, we can do this again...but this time, I’ll be on top.”

“You can’t beat me,” he moaned sleepily. “Silly cute buggy…”

“Nope, so I’ll settle for draining you every night until I get knocked up instead,” she chirped. “You better hope it works fast, Acey~”

“Hmm, I dunno, I could get used to this,” he said with a smile. Though, they might burn through a few beds if he went at it like that again. “Love you, my little ladybug.”

“Love you too Acey,” she said before sleep claimed them both.