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Burning Desire

Burning Desire

I continued to nibble on her muzzle until she leaned in to lock our lips in another kiss. This one went more slowly, her tongue making its way into my mouth, caressing my own like a long lost lover.

As the kiss went on, I softly trailed my wing over her back — an action that made her gasp slightly at the sensation. As with all good things, the kiss had to come to an end so we could breath. Lavender slowly crawled down; she left a trail of kisses and bites over my muzzle, neck, chest, and stomach. Each kiss left a lovingly wet sensation where she planted them. They each felt like the tender touch of a kitten nuzzling my fur. I gasped as I felt them travel down my body. She surprised me when she kept going even lower.

My breath became shallow, a little afraid of what might come. Lavender seemed to notice this; she stopped and looked up. “Everything okay?” she asked with concern in her voice.

I nodded. “It’s my first time, actually.”

“Really?” she blinked in surprise and I nodded again. “Don’t worry, I’ll start slow. If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”

With another nod from me she went to work again, her soft nibbles reaching my belly, eliciting some small giggles from me. Winking, Lavender traced a soft line around my lower belly, coming really close to my teats. Her tongue barely touched them and I gasped, a feeling like I was on fire overcame me. The emotion was so new, so unique, but it felt good nonetheless.

She lightly stuck out her tongue and licked the very tips of my teats. It felt like the smallest of ice cubes running softly over my body. I gasped in surprise as she went down for another, and then another. She played with me, toyed with me, and I loved every minute of it. She lightly licked around my nipples, the look upon her face told me that she enjoyed my taste. Leaving a soft trail, she made her way back from my left teat to my belly.

The whole experience was amazing, it wasn’t just what she was doing — it was who was doing it to me. My head fell back and my mouth was half open as I felt her work her way to my other teat. She was a playful tease, taking her time to work me in a way that I’ve never known before.

I loved it — Celestia help me, I loved it.

When she finally left my stomach, I felt her as she worked her way even further down. I had assumed that she’d dive right in, that she’d start licking my marehood for all its worth. I was wrong. She kept to the side, working her tongue just to the left and down my thigh. It was like a million little feathers touching my leg, lightly stroking and teasing every little spot upon it.

The heat between my legs was becoming all consuming, mixing with the lust I felt. Looking down, I frowned a bit, noticing that the plum coat was gone, replaced with black chitin, covered with really short fur.

Too many emotions. Right, next time I should listen.

It didn’t stop Lavender, who continued to tease me in every possible way, always without touching the main prize. She switched between licking and sucking, biting and nibbling. Somehow, the little minx always knew just what spots on the inside of my legs were the most sensitive. She’d give those just enough attention in order to drive me crazy.

Just when I thought she had had enough of teasing me, she switched legs. Lavender worked her way up the leg, lightly exhaled across my marehood, and then started down the next leg. It was maddening. I wanted her to go back, I wanted her to turn around and squelch the fire between my legs.

She did none of those things. Lavender merely looked up at me, almost as if she sensed my desire, my longing, and smiled. At once I hated and loved that smile more than anything else in the world. It confirmed everything I already knew, she was playing with me, toying with me, making me dance to the tune of her expert tongue.

I was her puppet in every definition of the world, she even made me forget that I laid in front of her in the form I hated the most. The form, I could never have imagined having sex in a day ago.

Somehow it didn’t seem to matter, the only thing that mattered was the mare between my legs, the one that right now was nibbling on a sensitive spot on my left thigh. Just her touch was driving me to forget myself, it caused me to lose focus on what I thought was important.

The impossible was occurring right between my legs. It had been years since I’d last brought myself to this but I would know that feeling anywhere. The dam was about to break — I knew it like I know the color of my old coat. Somehow, the little minx was about to drive me to orgasm with just the touch of her lips pressed upon my fur.

I tilted my head back again and awaited the inevitable. My own hoof wanted to push me over, yet I stopped it. This was so, so much better than anything I had ever done by myself. I didn’t want to risk ruining it, or seeming to be ungrateful.

Then It just stopped — just like that, the touching, the kissing, and the nibbling all just stopped.

“Lavender?” I asked as I looked up, wondering what had happened.

She surprised me with a kiss. I felt her then; I felt her coat pressed against my body; I felt the heat radiating off the mare merging with my own. I was shocked; I was shocked she was so hot; she was almost burning with desire, with longing, and it was all for me.

When she pulled back I saw two very separate things in her eyes. The first filled me with hatred and self-loathing. I saw my face reflected back in her eyes. The face the queen cursed me with. I knew I had transformed back, but seeing that face thrusted in front of me was something else. However, that wasn’t what most shocked me most. The shocking part was the love I saw in her eyes upon looking at that face.

I knew what her face said; I knew what emotions were written in her eyes, but I couldn’t help myself. I focused inward, blocking out the world and restored my natural disguise.

She may love that face, but I never can.

“You don’t have to do that.” Her voice was like silk wrapped around my fur.

“I have to do it, for me,” I replied.

She only shook her head. “The emotions will only drain your disguise again. If it goes bad, you won’t be able to transform for a day. Please, be you… for me.”

“This is me.” I didn’t mean to be cruel when I said those words, but that was how they came out anyway.

She placed a hoof upon my heart. I felt her; I felt her heartbeat through her hoof just as I knew she could feel mine. “When you’re born a changeling, you realize that someone’s outer appearance is nothing more than a disguise,” she said. “It’s not what’s on the outside that makes you, you. It’s what’s on the inside. You’re who you are not because of how you look, but because of how wonderful you are.”

I took hold of her hoof and held it up. “I… I would just…”

She smiled. There was no need for further conversation. “I understand. It will fall off again though. Just know that I don’t care if it does.”

The only reply I gave was to reach my head up and kiss her again. We met in the middle, her lips pressed against my own. I was able to see her wings starting to rise from my ministrations as we press our lips together.

It’s amazing how our bodies can say so much more than words ever could.

After what seemed like a endless amount of time, our lips parted and she smiled wholeheartedly at me before making her trail down between my thighs again. This time, there was no time wasted on teasing. I looked down and saw that she was admiring my sweetest spot, taking in the scent with a small sniff.

I watched with fascination as she stuck her tongue out. With the smallest lick she tasted me. That one touch, that one action sent shivers up and down my spine. It was as if somepony had attached electrodes to every pleasurable nerve center I had and cranked them up to ten.

The breath in my lungs left of its own accord. If I was close to an orgasm before, now I was scratching at the edge. It was just a small lick, the tiniest thing, yet that had enlightened me to such pleasures I had never imagined before. I couldn’t wait for more.

Lavender smiled before she dived in, adding lick after lick and seeming to enjoy my taste. It was nearly too much to bear, but I was able to hold back a bit. I felt my wings spread out on their own accord. The blood rushing to them could cause them to do no less. It was amazing, every lick, every touch, every smallest kiss coming from the mare sent shivers down my spine.

The sensation almost doubled in intensity when she ran a feather across my stomach and down to my clit. She was done teasing me and wanted to give me the release I so desperately craved.

Every cell in my body lit up like it was the night before the Summer Solstice. With the last of my resistance, I clamped down on my body as I felt the heat rising uncontrollably. As the feather stroked over my clit, accompanied with the strongest lick yet, I lost control and came.

There were no words for how it felt. Never in my life had I ever felt the touch of another upon my body in the same way Lavender touched me. When my mind came to and I was able to breath again, I was panting and out of breath. I opened my eyes to see her form pressed upon my own yet again. She was laying on top of me, smiling that lovely smile of hers.

I saw it again, in her eyes, that face I never wanted to see. Yet, this time… this time I just couldn’t bring myself to care. After all of that, if she didn’t care, why should I? She lay upon my chest and her fur rubbed across my chitin.

I reached up a black hoof and rubbed it across her face. “That was amazing.”

“I know I am,” she said with a lovely smile, “and what do you mean was? We’re nowhere near done. The night is still young and I plan to enjoy every single minute with you until the sun rises.”

My heart started pumping faster as the realization of what she said dawned upon me. It was beating with anticipation, desire, and uncertainty. If there was more to come, and what we did felt that good, what could that mean for the rest of the night?

I can’t wait to find out.

I felt her lips pressed against my own again, her body laid upon mine, her hooves running up and down my sides, almost as if she were trying to touch every inch of me at the same time.

Celestia, how I want her to.

On their own, my hooves followed suit. I lightly rubbed along her well toned muscles, my hooves followed the bridge of her wings to her wing joints, lightly pushing at the overworked muscles there in just the right way.

In reply, she moaned in my mouth at my touch. It was like trapping pleasure in a bottle and I only wanted more. Each rub of my hoof upon her fur elicited that much more from the mare. They started working downward, rubbing the sides of her stomach and down to her flanks.

I loved it, I loved every touch, I loved every kiss, and I loved the way she touched me in return. When my hooves reached her flanks, she gasped in surprise. I smiled inwardly as they started tracing over her cutie mark. I knew it was fake, as a changeling she doesn’t actually have one, but one of the benefits of being a changeling was that we took on all aspects of those that we copy. Even the more sensitive aspects.

When she started squirming to my touch, I got a little worried that she might fall off, so without thinking, I raised my back left knee up to help stabilize her on top of me. My thigh came into contact with her dripping wet marehood.

The feeling sent a bolt of pleasure through the mare. She couldn’t help but push back. I felt her; I felt her starting to run herself up and down my thigh, grinding herself against the chitin along my leg.

I added a bit more pressure to it and she whimpered, eagerly continuing to grind. After a bit; however, she stopped and held a hoof to stop my own movements. Confused, I looked at her.

Did I do something wrong?

“Have you ever looked at a real changeling mare up close? I mean, like at the very special parts?” she managed to ask, surprising me.

“No,” I replied, blushing a bit.

She stayed silent for a moment before she looked directly into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I immediately answered.

Lavender smiled before rising slightly. “I want you to see the real me — everything. I want you to see everything before I change during the act and before I might scare you away.”

She made me nervous with those words, really nervous. I had no clue how different she could be that it might scare me away. Slowly, she laid down beside me, laying on her back and looking at me with what looked like fear in her eyes. “Ready?” she asked.

After a slow nod, she enveloped in green fire and it revealed her changeling form. Shining, black chitin with only really short fur on it, and green insect-wings. Her hind legs were tightly shut, her tail draped over her crotch as a form of additional protection.

I looked at her, confused after I failed find any difference between us. Sighing, she slowly lifted her tail and opened her legs, making me gasp loudly. Where I expected a marehood just like mine, I found something different.

What I saw were two plump globes, with a smaller third one tucked under and between them. It nearly looked like they were forming a big Y shaped opening. Inspecting further, I also found that she had no teats. It was so different, yet inviting. Curiosity drew me closer as I inspected her lips.

“What the…” the words left my lips before I even knew it.

She smiled at me. “Changelings are designed to lay eggs and not carry to birth. Save for the queen, changeling mares can only lay one egg in their lives.” She gestured a hoof to the front two globes. “These are for the production of the egg, they’re designed to take in the fluids or sperm, then fertilizing the egg before it wanders deeper to grow.” She looked at me as I glared back, still confused. “Yes fluids or sperm. We don’t need males to reproduce, mares work fine too. However there is only one time a month when it works, just like the heat cycle of the pony mares.”

“And this other one?” I asked while pointing down to the smaller globe.

“Think of it like your clit — really sensitive to any touch and point of high arousal.”

I could not stop myself if I wanted to, and honestly, I didn’t really want to. As if to call her bluff, my hoof went forward and lightly stroked the smaller orb. I was rewarded by a cry of pleasure leaving her lips — both of them.

Directly between the three orbs her slit opened up ever so slightly and a wet liquid started coming out. The fluid wasn’t clear like I expected; it was slightly green.

It seems we do still have a lot in common.

My own curiosity got the better of me. It was like when someone just tells you, ‘you have to try this’, even if you initially had no interest whatsoever in whatever they were eating, you suddenly just have to know what it tasted like. I was that way then. Without thinking any further, my muzzle lowered down and I took a long, satisfying sniff of the mare below me.

In that one whiff I caught everything about her — I smelt her natural musk, her scent, her sweat, her perspiration, and her lust. It’s was warm and inviting, salty and sweet. I had to know more. I had experienced the mare’s touch, sight, smell, sounds, and now was the time to complete the collection of the five senses: I had to know what she tasted like.

I didn’t have the skill to be some big tease and do to her what she did to me. So I didn’t even try. Slowly, my tongue trailed between her orbs, collecting a small trail of her green fluids.

I rolled the fluids over my tongue, letting them sit, permeate as I took in the mare’s taste. She was salty, although that was probably mostly sweat. There was a slight bitterness that came with the green fluid — not enough to be unpleasant, but just enough to stand out. It was so unlike anything else I had ever had before.

I wanted more, I needed more. I had no idea what I was doing or what I should be doing, but I knew where the honey pot was. Without a moment’s hesitation I dove my muzzle right in between the three orbs.

Surprise became me when I felt her partly open up. It seemed the deeper my tongue pushed, the further in I could go. I felt her hind legs tighten around my head as she let out a pleasurable moan all of her own.

My tongue led the way, with each and every push I found myself going that much deeper. I licked up much more of the strange green liquid.

“Ouch!”

I stopped when I heard the cry. With concern I pulled out and looked at her. Lavender had a look of pain on her face and I quickly realized why: in my haste to get even deeper I had placed my hoof on a very tender spot, or should I say, globe. “Oh, sorry.”

Part of me expected her to toss me out right then and there, yet she didn’t. I actually saw a smile upon her face as she raised her head and brought me in for another kiss. “It’s not a race, Aurora. Take your time, there is enough for you.” She winked, making me blush heavily.

She laid back down with a smile upon her lips. I swear she could move mountains with that smile. “Start here,” she gestured at the side of her upper left globe, “Remember, it’s about the journey, not the destination.”

I did as she asked, with soft licks and nibbles I teased her in the same way she did me. I softly kissed, licked, and suckled at all the spots that she pointed out. Each and every one my touches elicited that much greater of a response from the mare.

She only had to point out the next three spots for me, after that I figured it out on my own. Her body and her reactions were the only instructions I needed. I read what she liked and what she didn't simply by the way she responded to my touch.

Before long I saw it, the actual invitation to her honey bucket. The lips between her globes opened up all on their own, an awaiting invitation to what she really wanted. I didn’t need a second invitation. However, I took her words to heart.

With slight kisses and licks, I became very intimate with every part of the mare’s folds. Having only my own for reference, I had little to compare them to; however, I savored each moment all the same.

Each lick caused another moan, each moan inspired another lick. I knew, deep down, I would never look at her the same way again. She was right, this was her true form. Not the pegasus she went around as, not the changeling she was born as, but this — this right here. Lavender is the mare under my tongue. It is her under my ministrations — she revealed her true form to me. Inviting me to discover it, all of it, strengthened my feelings for the mare. Both desire and love.

It amazed me, my own nethers went untouched, but I felt myself getting wetter just by giving her pleasure. Almost as if my own body was responding to hers. I pushed it even more. I gave a slight nuzzle of my nose to her lower globe, and she screamed out in pure joy at the contact.

A slight spray of the green liquid caught me on the side of the face. I smiled as I realized just what I did. It made me happy that I could cause such a reaction in another, that I could bring such pleasure to another like this. I licked my muzzle clean and lowered it back down to clean her off. All the while I felt her body tense up and relax with each and every lick.

Before I could finish the job, I felt her hoof placed below my muzzle. She lifted me up and brought me face to face with her. Her eyelids were lowered in just the right way, her head was tilted ever so slightly to the right, and she had the most beautiful smile on her face that I had seen all night.

She looks like an angel.

She basked in her orgasmic bliss as she brought me in for another kiss. I felt her tongue enter mine as she explored every inch of my mouth. We both kept our eyes open during this kiss, neither wanting to lose sight of the other.

I was so caught up in her eyes that I didn’t notice the rest of her body. Sometime during our kiss she transformed to her pegasus disguise.

“What are yo—”

She answered my question for me. In imitation of my actions earlier, I felt her knee slightly raise up, pressing against my marehood. “It’s kinda hard to do this with a changeling physiology.”

“Do what?”

“This,” she said one more time before she pushed me onto my back. The action was so unexpected that I could not put up any resistance to it. With a speed I didn’t know she had, Lavender grabbed hold of one of my hind legs and pulled it between her own.

“Lavender, what are yo—”

Again she answered my question before it was even asked. With a press of her hips, she grinded our privates together. My mind went blank with the feeling of her sex pressed against mine. She repeated the actions again and again. Each time was like the first — unexpected, but oh so wanted. I glanced up, expecting to see the same look of pleasure that I felt written upon her face. What I see surprises me: it’s almost like she’s concentrating instead.

“What… wrong?” I asked between her pushes.

“I have to control my disguise. It’s not that easy, as you should know,” she replied and I couldn’t do anything other than pout.

“You know that you don’t have to keep it up,” I said and it was the truth. Despite everything, I couldn’t deny that I had started to enjoy her true anatomy; it was definitely not an unpleasing one. Somehow, I wanted her soft globes back, her changeling marehood and the tasty, green fluid from her deepest folds.

“I know, but it’ll be worth it.” She grunted out each word as she pushed harder. Each time her lips rub against mine it was like a fire lit between my legs, burning me and warming me at the same time. She was taking her time, each press taking slightly longer, her nethers pressed that much harder against my own.

The effort she was going through to maintain the disguise warmed me for an entirely different reason. This is her wanting to show me something, to give me something that’s just for me, with no regard to her own struggles. Somehow, that just made it all the more pleasurable.

Between the two of us, we'd provided our own lubrication. I could feel the short fur on my chitin getting wetter and wetter, her fur was no doubt getting matted in places. It didn’t matter to me; the only thing that did was the connection we shared, both physically and emotionally.

It carried on while my orgasm built up, her ministrations slowly drove me to the edge. The closer I same, the more something mattered to me. Something, that most would have just ignored, but I chose to not. “You can drop your disguise, I want to come with you,” I breathed out with a moan.

“No… need… for that… you… can help… me later…” she managed to squeak out between her concentration and moans.

“I want to now,” I whispered huskily.

Lavender shook her head and picked up the pace, making me reach my orgasm pretty fast. I had no clue why she didn’t want to join me in this pleasure, but it bothered me. Something that paused when I reached the edge.

Crying out loudly, I grinded forward with all might as the numbing pleasure took over me. I felt my juice spill out, mixing with Lavender’s, and creating a smooth blend of undeniable love and lust. The orgasm waved on before Lavender backed away some inches, giving me time to breath. The look on her face as she looked down concerned me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“Nothing, I just have to clean up before my disguise fails,” she quickly muttered, looking around in search for something.

I raised my hoof, letting it rest on her chest. “What’s wrong? You can tell me everything!”

She looked at me, a sour expression on her muzzle. “Well, if we don’t want me pregnant, I’d better clean your juices from my marehood.”

“What?!” Now I was stunned.

She leaned forward and we locked lips in a kiss. It was a short, but nonetheless passionate one. As we broke she smiled sheepishly. “Remember what I told you about me reproducing? That I can only get pregnant once in a month just like pony mare?”

I nodded, still not knowing what was going on.

“I’m in my cycle. And as you remember, I said that even mares can get me pregnant. If I let your juices stay and my disguise drops, there is a chance that I might get pregnant,” she blurted out.

My jaw dropped. “I know it sounds weird… but give me the odds.”

“Well, I’d say the chances are about fifty-fifty.”

I looked at her and she blushed, avoiding my gaze. It almost looked like she was ashamed of herself, like she wanted to be pregnant from me. I had no idea why, but the thought wasn’t unpleasing. However, after barely a day of relationship, that was maybe a bit too soon. “Can I ask you something?”

“Uh, sure.”

“You want to be pregnant, am I right?” I asked her bluntly.

This time, her jaw dropped before she took hold of herself. “Yes…” she sheepishly murred. “As you know, you were the first I really opened to and now this. It just feels right and I’m sure that you would be the perfect mate.”

I blushed a bit. “Thank you and I have to admit that the thought is not unpleasant, but it’s a bit early. If you want, we can talk about it another time… agreed?”

Her expression lightened as she jumped at me, pinning me down in a fiery kiss. Her tongue soon darted forwards, it parted my lips and invaded my muzzle. My own tongue attacked back, both muscles entwined in a heated battle. As we broke, she grinned brightly. “Agreed!”

The thought warmed me deeply. I had no idea why everything was moving so fast, but strangely, I was okay with it. I was okay having sex with Lavender, okay with creating a family with her in the future. Everything seemed like it went in a blur, but I loved every moment of it.

Smiling at the thought, I turned to her. “Let me clean you.” With that, I dived down, heading straight to her marehood, licking every single drop of our mixed fluids from her. I loved it; I loved our combined tastes, knowing that we made this, that this is us. However, beyond all of that, I loved the noises she would make when my tongue lapped across her slit.

Her slit was like a blossoming flower, with every lick of my tongue it would open that much more, spreading apart because of how I made her feel; because of what I was doing to her, the emotions I caused in her. I knew my own probably matched hers, but my mind was far away from that right now.

While I licked her clean, I noticed her scrunched muzzle and the sweat running down her forehead. Pausing confused, I could’ve slapped myself as I remembered. She was having trouble keeping to her disguise, and this wasn’t really helping.

That’s why she searched around. She just wanted to wipe it away with a towel or something.

Before I could apologize, her wing pulled me up for a quick kiss. “Don’t worry, I could’ve stopped you, but I didn’t want too.” A quick, green glow and the fluids were gone. “There, better. Now where were we?” she asked huskily.

Oddly, I felt a little sad to see it go. Part of me wanted her to transform back — it wanted to see her pregnant with our foal inside that egg that would grow inside her. I know it’s silly, but as soon as the talk started to go towards family I started to picture it in my head.

How did that happen, two days ago I would’ve stepped on a changeling egg without a second thought, and now…

“I think we were right here,” I replied with a smile as I started to kiss up and down her neck. She shivered at my touch, her body overtaken in little kisses of bliss. My kisses. My front hoof reached under her arms and pushed hers above her head. She grinned at me after such rough treatment.

The smile just made everything… more. I responded in kind and our lips met soon after. A thought formed in my head about something I’d heard about but had never had a chance to try. In truth I never thought it sounded that great; however, the same could be said for a lot today.

It took some willpower on my part, but in a green flash of flame, my natural form was back. She looked up at me, confused, “You don’t hav—”

I cut off her statement with another kiss. “I want to try something,” I said with a smile when we broke apart. She grinned at me in anticipation, hunger, and what I thought might be nervousness. The last emotion thrilled me and worried me in equal measure. I liked the idea that I could try something new, but I’m worried that she may hate it.

I flexed a wing around and lightly stroked her belly. With my two hooves still holding hers over her head the contact shocked her, but she caught on quickly. The feather ran over the tips of her fur, lightly brushed back and forth, almost as if I had grown another hoof and teased her with it.

She reached forward for another kiss, not that I let that stop me. With my other wing I placed it on the side of her flank, lightly massaging her cutie mark while I continued my ministrations.

I won’t lie — it’s not easy to do — holding a kiss, brushing, and massaging at the same time. A few times I think I ended up patting her stomach with the wing that was meant to be brushing. She only responded with a slight giggle in good humor.

That action was all I needed to go further. I broke the kiss and lightly kissed the bottom of her chin while working my way lower. My left wing stopped massaging and my right moved down lower with the rest of me following.

Soon, I’m left with no other recourse but to let her hooves go. I felt her place them on top of my head, almost as if she wanted to push me down even further. To her credit, she didn’t; she merely rested them on my mane. Not that I couldn’t feel them flex as my kisses continued their way down south.

I stopped at her bellybutton and looked up with a smile. “You know, feathers are rather incredible when you stop to think about it. They come together to carry an object thousands of pounds heavier than they are through the air on nothing more then the wind and magic. But when you break them down individually, they’re nothing more than those lightweight objects,” I said teasingly as I held up a wingtip up for us both to see.

“What’s your—”

I lightly brushed my wingtip over her clit, stimulating her in ways she never thought possible, eliciting a loud squeal from her before she could hold it back. But I didn’t stop there. I slowly outlined the edge of her slit with the edge of my feather, allowing the tip to lightly brush against her inner walls.

This always felt amazing when I do it to myself, I wonder wh—

She answered my unasked question in the next instant. Lavender screamed out in pleasure and dropped her disguise all at the same time. My face was soon covered in the green liquid I’d quickly developed a fondness for. My jaw fell open upon seeing her reaction. I knew it felt good, but I never imagined it would feel that good to her.

The feeling around my wing was confusing as her body transformed, her inner walls and her entrance changing.

I looked up. Her face was panting with her tongue half hanging out. “Are you okay?” I asked, a little concerned. Her only reply was to jump up and kiss me, almost to the point I was worried that she was trying to eat my whole head. When she pulled back I was as out of breath as she was. “Wow.”

“That’s what I said,” she managed between breaths. When I looked down I found the reason why she had had such a violent, sexy reaction to what I did. My feather was lightly touching the side of her third globe. Somehow, even through her transformation, I managed to stimulate her clit, labia, and her changeling clit-globe all at the same time.

“I was… I was… having issues keeping up the disguise,” Lavender painted. “You must have…” She wasn’t able to finish that sentence. She didn’t need to, I could already picture her body in some form of mid-transformation when I just hit the jackpot, so to speak anyway.

It was then that I realized that my feather was still down there, almost like it was stuck. I tried slightly moving it around, only to elicit a small moan of pain from the mare. “Wait, it’s still a little tender.”

She slowly leaned in, giving me a soft, quick kiss while my wing was still stuck inside her. I resisted the urge to keep it moving, knowing better. Once again, I took in her changeling form, admiring every piece of her body.

Who would’ve guessed earlier that I really liked her body?

Admiring her, my gaze fell upon her horn, the sharp-edged horn that wasn’t like a normal unicorn’s. It looked more like a bolt, switching directions a few times before ending in the tip. I had no idea why, but I leaned in and gave it a slow lick.

Lavender’s reaction came immediately — her horn glowed slightly green and she gasped, quickly pulling back. “W-what did… you do?” she asked, stammering, eyes wide.

“What can I say? I just love the taste of you,” I replied teasingly, smacking my lips to get the taste of her horn.

It was… different from her coat’s. The main taste was of metal, but there was something behind the taste, something more… personal, it had just a small hint of fresh flowers. The entire thing was driving me insane and made me want more. Much more.

I think she saw it too, the look in my eyes. It was her turn to surprise me though, she grabbed me and rolled me over onto my back with her ending up on top. We kissed again, but it wasn’t what I wanted — I knew it, and she knew it. My eyes were always open, always looking slightly up.

“Aurora, I’m not sure if it’s…” she started to say something, but my mind wasn’t listening. At some point she realized this and stopped. I saw her then, I saw her close her eyes and lower her horn ever so slightly, just enough to get to where I could touch the very tip with my tongue.

The taste came back ten fold. This was not a cautious lick that I may or may not like — I knew what this was this time; I knew what to expect and I wanted more. Without warning, I grabbed her head with my hooves and lowered her down upon my chest. With one quick action, I took the tip of her horn into my mouth and started sucking on it like a icecream cone.

I felt her body shake on top of me. The taste of her horn intensified ten times over as she felt my tongue work around the tip. The words that left her lips would make hardened warriors blush in shame. As my tongue worked over one of the sharp edges, I winced in pain and pulled back.

“I wanted to warn you that it might be too sharp,” Lavender sighed and pulled me closer again, kissing me.

“Then you might really object to what I want to try next,” I said with a sly smile as she pulled back from the kiss.

“What?”

“I want you inside of me.”

“Aurora, no. One wrong move, one little slip, and I could cut you open. I could hurt you.”

“Lavender…”

“Aurora, I could really hurt you if we did that.”

“Lavender…”

“Aurora, don’t make me do something like that.”

“Lavender…”

“What?!” she practically shouted my name at that.

“I want you to be the first one that’s ever been inside of me. I want it to be you, the real you.”

“But I could hurt you.”

“I trust you — you and only you.” There’s a warmth in my heart when I say those words; it spreads throughout my body and my limbs. I don’t know why, but it just does. Everything about this feels… right for lack of a better term.

“I think I may have an idea then,” she said after staying silent for a bit.

A quick, bright green glow and I looked at her. Seemingly nothing had changed.

“Touch my horn again,” she said teasingly and with a wink.

Slowly, I moved forward, bringing my lips around it. My eyes widened in surprise. This time, there were no sharp edges, just smooth forms. That didn’t make any sense since the shape of her horn hadn’t changed. Licking slightly, I noticed a soft texture, then her taste.

She had cast a small, adjustable shield around her horn!

I smiled in affection at her after giving her horn one more lick for good measure. She kissed me once more before working her way back down my stomach. Slowly, gently, she took her time. I knew she was making sure that I was nice and wet before we got to the main course.

There’s no need for such delay, we were both more than good to go. She realized this when she reached the edge of my slit and looked up at me. “You might want to transform back.”

“I can take it,” I said smugly.

“Sure you can,” she said with a sly smile before positioning her horn just right.

It turned out we were both right.

She went slowly; I felt it; I felt it like an intruder was pushing his way into my body. In a way, I guess it was. For every inch she entered, she paused to give my body a small period of adjustment. I welcomed it; I welcomed everything she had to give. I didn’t know if it was the magical properties of her horn, the connection we shared, or what, but it was almost like every single nerve bundle in my body was on fire.

I felt her; I smelt the sweat from her body; I saw her; I heard the results of her efforts not to go too fast or slow. And to top it all off, I tasted her. I didn’t know how it was possible, but that same metallic taste that I got from her horn, it was almost as if it was back in my mouth. Like every second she pushed in I tasted that same thing again.

My disguise never stood a chance. It fell off seconds after she entered me. I had to fight… fight not to wrap my legs around her head and push her farther in. I had to fight against my own hips not to push themselves down upon her head, wanting more.

Celestia, how I wanted more! And Lavender somehow understood. When I reached the end of my self control, she picked up the pace, moving in and out slightly faster and faster. Each push would see her go that much deeper, each withdrawal would take her that much farther out.

I was lost to such nuances, but the warmth from her horn could not be ignored. I felt it get warmer and warmer the quicker she pushed and pulled. As her speed increased, so did the temperature. Before long it was like a fire burning in my pussy. I wanted it to hurt me; I wanted it to burn me alive, simply so that such a wonderful feeling would be the last thing I ever felt.

Then, just when I thought it really would burn me, I heard a scream come from Lavender. She cried out as her body was rocked in magical orgasmic bliss. Her horn expelled the extra emotions in the one place it could; straight into me.

I lost control of my body, my hind legs locked up on their own accord and wrapped around her head, pushing her the rest of the way in. My front hooves shot out to either side of me, followed by my insect wings. My head shot back and to the left as I yelled out in ungodly pleasure at such a feeling.

It was a like a tidal wave of pleasure simply washed over me, dousing all the fires that had raged on during all of this. This was the absolute release my body had been seeking this night. A relief that had been long in coming and was dragged out by the actions my legs took.

When I finally regained control of my hooves, they felt like they each weighed a ton. Yet, somehow, I managed to lift one to my forehead and rub it ever so slightly. “Wow…” I’ve used the word before, but after today, it had a whole new meaning.

I felt her then, her left hoof tapped ever so slightly against my hind leg. Blushing, I managed to tear my leg out from behind her head. She slowly pulled out of me, leaving me with an emptiness I never knew I had before today. I didn’t want her to go, I wanted her to stay there, as a part of me.

Of course, all good things must come to an end — this too. With a smile I saw her, I truly saw her as she looked up at me, her face covered in my cum, and that smile that could light up my day with just its presence.

With care, she slowly started working her way back up to me. She laid down upon my right side and wrapped a leg over my own. I reached out a hoof and took one of hers in mine. “That was… that was…” I tried to speak, I just wasn’t able to find the right words at that moment.

“You were amazing.” She captured my missing word and used it against me.

I didn’t speak, I couldn’t speak at that moment. I smiled before laying my head down upon her chest. Words didn’t really convey what I felt at that moment. Actions always speak louder so I let them say everything I wanted to say.

She understood; I know she did. Lavender laid a hoof across my head and lightly stroked the chitin there. It was soothing, not the touch, but what it implied.

Part of me, a rather large part was screaming at me about how bucked we were. I knew after that night there was no way I could keep her out; there was no way I could truly hide this from her. Not from any thorough scan anyway. This simply meant too much to me, to both of us.

But that time, that night, it wasn’t about her. It was about us and what we shared. And for now, consequences be damned, I’ll take it.