The Things We Do For The Ones We Love

by Ankaru

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Romance, Sex
Length: 8858

Marina and Phantom work through underlying issues that mess with their marriage. The resulting lovemaking is just icing on the cake.

Marina struggles with her new identity and tries to avoid her husband. Phantom struggles with his hatred of his wife's new form. Working through their issues is tough enough: How will Phantom cope with Marina's "equipment" when it comes time for the make up sex?

Contains: technical transsexual / gay hard and fast lovemaking.

By the time of this chapter, Marina is about 25 and Phantom is around 33. Added just to make it clear they are adults.

EDIT: Due to lore change, this story is no longer canon to my series, but is still clop, so feel free to enjoy it.

Edited and cowritten by BlackRoseRaven. Read his stuff if you like viking lore in your pony stories.

Published 2015-07-29 19:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-29 19:50:01 UTC

Making Up

Author's Note

Due to some lore changes, this is just a "what if" scenario. Regardless, it is still a story based clip fic. Enjoy.

Making Up

So much was different, Marina thought, as she paced the same route around her office for the thousandth time. The chocolate mare bit her lip, shivering a little as she felt her body flex. She had the strangest sensation of warmth and itchiness, like she was wearing too many layers of clothes: it reminded her of when she had first been learning to control her body, to mold herself into shape…

She supposed she was still doing that. It was just that the method was different.. nothing was really that different, was it?

Marina silently approached her desk and rested her front hooves on it, lowering her head as she felt her skin crawling uncomfortably, with all the thoughts that raced through her mind; everything was different. She could try and pretend otherwise or deny it all she wanted, but... everything was different.

She closed her eyes, breathing slowly in and out, trying to steady herself. Trying to find that little bit of peace, trying to convince herself that... everything really was okay, even though it had been a month and... even if she had been grateful at first, even if she knew she should still be grateful to Discord for giving her another chance at life…

But this last month had been so hard. Coming home, to tell Phantom everything that had happened, and to see him look at her with... with something else in his eyes. To see the instinctive twitch, the way he shifted away from her, the... the revulsion, the…

Marina felt her body rippling, but she swallowed it, contained it: it had been almost a week since she had allowed herself to return to her new 'natural' form, but the last thing she wanted was to spend any time in a body that... just wasn't her own. Wasn't it bad enough she had been reincarnated as a walking, talking chocolate pony? That had been hard enough for her to get used to, let alone for Phantom to adjust to.

Yet all the same he had, and he had loved her for who she had been, and he had loved her in spite of the fact that even when they were at their most passionate, she'd still had to maintain some kind of control, she'd still had to be careful, or her chocolate body would lose its consistency. But he had made the best out of it: even with the accidents and the occasional smears of chocolate left here and there and everything else, they had smiled, and laughed, and he had made her feel so beautiful and so wanted...

And then, to die again, and to be brought back in the body of an insect, to be something that her lover found... repulsive…

Marina tried to force the thoughts away, and did her best to concentrate. To maintain her mare's body, and to maintain her composure, too: like it or not, these walls were thin, and the last thing she needed was anyone running in here to check on her.

She eventually got herself under control, then shook herself briskly out as she felt her body settling. She sat back, reaching up to gently smooth out her blonde mane as she looked down at the ground, murmuring: “I'm okay.”

Marina nodded to herself: she really was. She straightened a bit, raising her head and giving a small smile before she took a slow breath, feeling her body calming, returning to its new normal. But even if she was calmer now, what was she going to do from here?

Phantom was around right now, and it hurt to think that she came in here to try and avoid him. She had never imagined they would be doing this, dancing around each other, trying to take on different jobs in the barony just so they wouldn't see each other, Phantom always in his private workshop and her in the office whenever they were at home together. They tiptoed around each other, slept at different times, ate at different times... and yet even with Phantom's impressive skills as a tracker and hunter and her own stealthiness, they couldn't completely avoid each other all the same. Not even in a manse this large.

The mare shook her head slowly, smiling faintly all the same. She loved him, wanted to be with him, and she knew that Phantom would never abandon a mate. But she wasn't even sure these days if she was the same person she had once been. When you died and were reborn, were you still the same person you were before?

Not to mention the physical problems: sure, she could force herself to take a mare's body, a mare's shape, to look like her old self, but at the same time she knew that she wasn't. It hurt so terribly, because it was like wearing a mask, a disguise, and…

And if she kept thinking about this she was going to go insane. No, she needed to breathe. She needed to figure things out, yes, but she also had work to do, and she had responsibilities, and there were other ponies who needed to be taken care of.

Marina grasped the chair at the back of her desk, before she glanced up in surprise as there was a knock at the door. Her heart thudded in her chest, knowing who it had to be, and yet all the same her mind tried to deny it as she said in as steady a voice as she could: “Nevian, you don't have to worry about me, I'm... perfectly fine.”

There was silence, and then Marina blushed and lowered her head as the door was gently pushed open, and Phantom said quietly: “You don't have to pretend, you know.”

“I... I know. I just...” Marina smiled faintly over at Phantom, lowering her head a little as she blushed a bit. His beak quirked in maybe the smallest of smiles, and it encouraged her, the mare raising her head a little before she asked hesitantly: “How... how are you feeling?”

“I'm...” Phantom broke off and looked down for a moment, searching for the right words. Normally he was outspoken, brazen, and loud: he was bold and strong and fearless, and seeing him so hesitant, so nervous made her feel strange. And it made her worried.

After a few moments, the griffin looked up at her, and then he replied quietly: “I guess I don't really know, to be entirely honest.”

Marina nodded a little, lowering her head and biting her lip, and the griffin smiled briefly before he said softly: “I still love you-”

“I know.” Marina said, a little too quickly, and she blushed a bit when he smiled at her a little more. “I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. But I do know that, I've never doubted that. I suppose that's part of what scares me, though. If you're not happy, I don't want you to be... trapped with me.”

Marina glanced away, shifting silently. Part of her did want that, though: to be sure that she'd never lose him, to know that he would always return to her. She knew that, whether it was fair or not, part of what fascinated her so much about him was the fact that griffins mated for life, that he would never cheat on her, betray her, abandon her like so many others had.

She lowered her head, her mane falling over her eyes before she whispered: “Actually, I don't know if that's true or not. All I really know is that I love you and I don't want you to leave.”

“I know.” Phantom replied softly, hesitantly taking a step forward. He hated that all his movements were so slow, that it was so hard to think of the right things to say: but inside him, he felt like he'd been fighting a war against himself.

He might put on a strong face, but he felt as lost as Marina looked. What was he supposed to do, or say, in this kind of situation? He didn't know how to react, or how to tame all those warrior instincts inside of him: suddenly, all the things that had made him excel as a griffin warrior were turning against the mare he loved... and the only reason he would ever consider leaving her was to spare her the pain he was so afraid he might cause her.

But he loved her: more than anything else in the entire world, he loved her. He loved her more than he loved himself, more than he loved his homeland, more than he loved to fight. He loved her like he had loved no other, and never would love another.

That love warred with the hate inside him: his hatred for Changelings, creatures he had only ever thought of as monsters. He had been trained to hate them, and proven right in that hatred when they had cut his wings from his body. He had been trained to kill them, and killing them to him was like killing vermin: a dirty job, putting his claws in filth he'd rather not touch, but every Changeling he destroyed was another Equestrian life spared.

The Changelings had killed his wife. What bitter trick of Discord's was it that she had come back as one?

No, that wasn't fair, and he knew it wasn't fair. He knew he should be grateful. But all that anger and hate inside him was so hard to overcome: every time he looked at her, he didn't just see Marina anymore. He saw a Changeling, wearing the skin, the shape of his wife…

Both Marina and Phantom looked down for a moment, avoiding each other's eyes, before the griffin cleared his throat and forced his head to rise, looking silently at the mare before he said quietly: “I'm never going to leave you, Marina. I love you. I admire you. The problem isn't you...”

Phantom chuckled quietly, glancing down and feeling a faint thrum of shame as he realized how true that was. “The problem is me. The problem is... I forgot to remind you how important you are to me, and how much I love you. That I am here to protect you, that...”

Phantom struggled to find the words, rubbing at his face in an awkward, nervous gesture as Marina took a silent step towards him, the mare's eyes locked on the griffin before he continued quietly: “Marina, you are my soulmate, the person I chose to be with. I still look at you and see that person... no matter what body you have, no matter what happens to you, or how things change. I know that you're still you, that you haven't changed. I know that you're still who I think of every night when I go to sleep, and every morning when I first wake up.”

Marina smiled a little at this, and the griffin shifted a bit towards her before he said softly: “I want to work through this with you. I'm never going to leave you, and no matter what you look like, what you're shaped like, you're still my wife, and the love of my life. And I would be a fool to throw that all away over something as silly as this. Especially because... I know it's hurt you, too. So I want to work with you. I want you to remember, Marina, how much I love you and I want us both to remember that no matter what you look like, you are still you. You will always be you. And I will always love you.”

The chocolate mare trembled a little as the griffin reached up and gently stroked under her chin, guiding her head up, and without hesitation the mare almost leapt into his embrace, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss for the first time in almost a month. And as their bodies pressed together, as their tongues danced and Marina felt Phantom pulling her tightly, safely into his strong body, she felt her body changing back to its new natural form.

Yet for the first time, she didn't care, as her transformation faded: as she clung into Phantom, green light whispered across her chocolate body, revealing her new shape with all its imperfections. The holes in her legs, the insectile wings that shivered behind her with emotion, the curved horn and the spiky mane and tail…

And yet when her eyes opened, gazing up with her new, cat-like pupils into Phantom's, the griffin gazed back at her in silence as he saw not a Changeling, but the love of his life. He saw Marina, not the shell of a body she was trapped inside, and he smiled faintly as he wondered how he could have ever been so stupid as to think that anything had changed between them.

Marina nestled into his chest, a few stray tears rolling down her cheeks as she pushed her face against the comfort of his feathers. She inhaled his scent as she clung to him, and felt his strong claws tenderly stroking along her back, keeping her held close, and tight, and safe. He massaged gently along her back, letting her know everything was going to be okay in that way only he could: without words, but only the touch of his claws, the embrace of his forelimbs, the soothing thud of his beating heart as she rested against the sanctuary of his breast.

For a few moments, they rested together in that silent comfort, Phantom simply gazing over her quietly as he held her protectively close, Marina keeping herself curled up tight and close to her husband, before the faintest of blushes rose in her cheeks as she shifted a little and whispered: “I... I want to show you how much I still love you.”

Phantom gave a slight smile at this, studying the mare for a few moments before he simply nodded, and Marina blushed a little deeper before she leaned up. Her lips brushed against his beak for a moment, before she pushed forwards a bit firmer, and their mouths met in another kiss: slower, more passionate this time, their tongues twisting together as his claws stroked slowly along her shoulders, then grasped into her forelimbs. He was so strong, and yet so gentle with her: he was always so much in control, and yet he never, ever tested her trust.

Their kiss broke, and the two smiled at each other softly before Marina carefully slipped backwards. His talons slowly slid along her body as she pulled away, and she reached up a foreleg, keeping the contact as long as possible as his claws tickled silently down the limb, tracing tenderly around the strange holes in her body before she caught his wrist as his talon began to fall away, and she smiled as she pulled him gently towards the door.

Phantom followed willingly, but Marina didn't let go of him until they reached the door. Even then, they didn't part immediately: she pulled him up against her, and Phantom gently pinned her back against the door, kissing her forehead before he nibbled along the side of her neck, and Marina sighed in pleasure, her body flexing back against his, her back grinding into the wood as her hips rocked slowly…

Phantom chuckled softly... and then his eyes opened in surprise as he felt something firm pressing into him. That other part that had come with the Changeling, he realized... and even though he blushed a little and shifted awkwardly, when Marina flushed and began to turn away, he grasped her by the sides and slid his talons down to her hips to stop her, saying softly: “Just something else to get used to.”

Marina smiled hesitantly, and then she looked up into his eyes, asking quietly: “But I'm still your mare, aren't I? You can still think of me as... I mean...”

Phantom chuckled softly, and then he nodded as he squeezed tenderly into her hips, leaning down and answering her by kissing her again. Marina blushed, but kissed him back all the same, even as that new part of her pressed forward, almost hesitantly, into Phantom's body.

He held her, slowly relaxing as he pulled her closer into his form; even if his body wanted to reflexively pull away from that hardness, what he felt was his wife's touch, what he tasted was his wife's lips, and that was more than enough to keep him from giving in to that instinct.

He loved her. Even if she was inside a Changeling shell and a stallion's body, he loved her, and he couldn't bring himself to think of her as anything but his wife, his lover, his partner, his soulmate. And he didn't want to, either: he wanted her in his life, he wanted…

Their mouths parted, and he smiled at her before they parted so Marina could turn around, hurrying through the door and blushing a bit as she felt that heavy, hard part of her slapping lightly against her stomach with her movements, sending a tingling sensation through her. When she had first felt that down there, it had been incredibly uncomfortable for her: she didn't know what to make of it, and of course, touching it hadn't really helped. That was part of the reason her old body had been so nice: she was able to morph her body so completely that she no longer had to deal with the fact that she wasn't just a Changeling, but a male.

Except she wasn't. Well, physically she was, yes, but she still felt like a mare. Even if she lacked a mare's... parts now, in this body, she felt like herself, and it was the body itself that was alien to her, still. After all, she hadn't really dared to experiment much with any of those new parts of herself…

But even if she was changed, even if she was different, her body still knew how to do all the things that she had used to do to tease Phantom: her hips switched back and forth as she walked, tail flicking back and forth as her rump swayed tantalizingly. She could feel Phantom's appreciative eyes on her as he followed behind her, and Marina smiled slightly over her shoulder at him, her eyes half-lidded as they drew over Phantom's handsome form.

They reached the bedroom, and the moment the door was closed, Phantom was on top of her, pushing her back on the bed, laying his body over hers and kissing her passionately again. Again, their mouths met, working together slowly and passionately, as their bodies ground slowly together: he pressed down onto her, and she gasped softly as she rocked her hips up against him, whimpering needingly as their mouths parted, only so he could kiss down her neck, teasing her as his claws stroked slowly along her body and touched all the right places.

She shifted back and forth, before flushing a little when Phantom rose up a little, pulling back and hesitating as he looked down at her. She gazed back up at him, and they looked at each other for a few moments before the griffin cleared his throat a little, fighting back a rare blush as he said in as steady a voice as he could: “Why don't... I let you take the top, for once?”

“I... oh.” Marina blushed a little, shifting uncomfortably as she realized what her husband meant. She bit her lip, then murmured bashfully: “You don't have to... I mean, I know this is...”

Phantom smiled a little, reaching up to stroke her face soothingly, and Marina tilted her head back with a soft sigh as his talons tickled gently down under her chin, before he stroked slowly over her throat and down her chest. His claw trailed slowly downwards as he drew back a bit, and even though he felt hesitant, almost as if he was afraid, he all the same made himself grip loosely onto Marina's shaft, stroking it slowly in his talon as he licked his beak uncertainly.

She was large, throbbing powerfully in his grip: her equine shaft flexed, the flanged head already leaking a bit of pre as he stroked it slowly, a trail of her fluids spilling down her belly as Marina almost shyly hid behind her hooves, shifting a little with a quiet gasp of pleasure as her husband's talon moved slowly along her hard member. His grip was gentle and careful, Phantom smiling hesitantly as he looked up at her, watched how she squirmed and acted so bashful as he taught himself how to manipulate this new part of his beloved.

Marina moaned a little in her throat, shifting back and unable to stop herself from rocking her hips again, grinding her shaft into the griffin's grip. Phantom smiled a little wider at this, watching the way Marina writhed beneath his gentle ministrations before he carefully pulled his talon back from her member, sliding his claws gently down to grasp into her testicles and rolling them slowly in his grip, his eyes studying her heavy, swollen balls for a few moments before he said softly: “I have to admit, I never imagined I'd be in this situation... but then again, that's how much of my life has been with you. Doing things I'd never imagined...”

Phantom smiled slightly, drawing his claw away before he leaned down, hesitating only a moment before he nuzzled slowly along her shaft. Marina gasped softly at this, blushing deeply as she looked down, her member throbbing against the griffin's beak as he carefully ground his face down her member before he carefully licked along her shaft.

Marina moaned softly, her legs kicking lightly out to either side as she gasped a little, and Phantom slowly straightened as he gazed down at his wife tenderly. He licked his beak slowly: it was certainly a taste he wasn't used to, but... he was doing this for Marina. He wanted to help her, show her that he loved her, no matter what.

And even if this was going to take some getting used to, it wasn't entirely terrible, either, he reflected. But he knew the real challenge was yet to begin, as he bit his lip before he slid up over her, nibbling along her neck as he gently pushed her hooves away from her face, and Marina sighed in soft pleasure as she rocked herself up against him.

Then she blushed when the griffin grasped her and rolled, pulling her on top of him as he smiled hesitantly. He felt her shaft grinding gently into his stomach, and while she weighed much more now than she had before, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was a strange feeling, certainly, having a sense of maleness pressing down against him…

But he forced himself to relax, breathing slowly in and out as he reached up to grip into her shoulders, reminding himself of why he was doing this, and looking up at the mare he loved with trust, and affection, and need to prove himself to her, need to help her accept every part of herself, need to love her, as he murmured: “Just... be gentle.”

Marina smiled faintly: now there were words she had never expected to hear from her lover. She nodded, though, leaning down and kissing the edge of his beak silently as she carefully shifted her weight, biting her lip before she replied quietly: “You don't have to do this for me.”

But at the same time, she knew that he did: his smile in response told her everything that she needed to know, and she smiled a little in return before nodding hesitantly and shifting a little. Carefully, she shifted backwards, feeling her thick equine shaft grinding gently against him, rubbing slowly through the soft fur that covered his testicles before she blushed a bit as she reached down to grasp into herself. Into this part of her that she just hoped... she could use to bring pleasure to Phantom, just as he had always brought pleasure to her. “I... let me know if it hurts, okay?”

Phantom smiled up at her: it wasn't the pain he feared, or that would be difficult. It was the letting go. It was getting used to this. It was the thought that here he was with his legs spread, feeling this Changeling above him, guiding his-

No, this was his wife. This was his wife, his partner, his mate. Phantom nodded hesitantly to her, reaching up to grasp gently into her shoulders as he felt the head of her equine shaft press gently to his tight, tender rump, the griffin's beak clicking faintly as he shifted a little under her, his body trembling, his breathing increasing…

He gasped quietly as he felt his tailhole stretching as her member slowly pressed its way into him, the griffin growling a little and flexing a bit. It wasn't the pain or the discomfort that bothered him, but again the sense of a Changeling's cock invading-

This was his wife, and they were making love. That was what this was. That was what he had to keep in mind, as he looked up into her eyes... and when he gazed into her eyes, and saw her concern and trust, felt her beginning to shift nervously backwards, it made it easier for him.

He reached up, tangling his claws into her mane and pulling her back down against him, shaking his head briefly before he nuzzled into her throat, flushing a bit as he whispered: “N-No. Please, keep going.”

Oh, it felt so different to be on the receiving end like this, just as Marina shivered over him, licking her lips even though it felt so good around her shaft. Her throbbing, hard member, her pre already leaking in a stream into her husband's passage, her body flexing as she breathed hard in and out before she pressed herself down over him, pulling him tighter up against her breast as she carefully pushed forwards.

Beneath her, Phantom grunted quietly, his back arching slightly, his eyes closing, his body bucking a bit as he grasped into her. One talon played through her mane as the other gripped into her shoulder, scratching the chitin of her shell as he grasped quietly at the feeling of that thick stallion cock grinding into him inch after inch.

He groaned quietly, as she pressed forward, he did his best to rock his hips clumsily back against her: Marina gasped in pleasure as she felt his passage clenching around her, and the griffin gritted his teeth before he forced himself to do it again, clutching into her as her name escaped his beak in a moan.

For Marina, the pleasure was growing in leaps and bounds: it was all so alien, such an incredible experience. To have her husband move against her like this, to hear him gasping her name when he was usually in such control, so silent and strong and…

Marina felt her shaft grind into her husband to the hilt, groaning softly in pleasure before she drew back, then thrust awkwardly forwards as Phantom did his best to buck back against her. They moved in uneven rhythm, gasping as Phantom clung into her, feeling his body shivering and reacting in strange and unexpected ways as the strange mix of pressure and pain and almost-humiliation began to slowly turn to pleasure.

He arched his back slightly, grunting quietly as he tried to get himself in control, rocking his hips back against her as he breathed quietly in and out, his eyes closing as his body flexed. He tried to make his body react how Marina's always did when she was under him, timing his movements, rocking his hip back as her cock ground deep into him, and he groaned at the feeling of her stallion shaft stretching him, his back arching slightly, his breath racing in and out of his beak as he let out another groan of pleasure.

Marina moaned in pleasure, her hips bucking, her body shaking with unrecognizable pleasures as she bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy as she felt herself moving faster and firmer on instinct, as the pleasure in her body grew. She clutched into her husband, grinding herself down against him, and Phantom groaned at the contact, the sweet friction of their bodies and the sensation of her cock pounding against his prostate, the flush in his cheeks growing as he felt his own penis beginning to poke out of its sheath.

His hips bucked, the griffin gasping for breath as he clutched into Marina, his hips rocking as he felt his member throbbing to full glory. His feline member flexed, thin spines catching against their bodies as it was sandwiched between their sweaty forms, leaving trails of his pre smeared against the chitin of Marina's Changeling shell and spilling through his own feathers.

Marina flushed in pleasure, working harder to please her husband and herself as she felt his hardness between them: if anything told her that she was doing a good job, she thought it was that. And she couldn't deny that she was starting to enjoy this, these exotic sensations, this feeling of her husband giving himself completely to her as she took him in a way she had never imagined she would be able to…

She could feel a distinct heat building inside her loins, as she began to thrust a bit more wildly, her testicles slapping loudly against Phantom's rump as she whimpered a little in pleasure. Her eyes closed tightly as Phantom groaned beneath her, pressing herself down against him, their bodies shifting so she could bury her face into him as she pinned him under her weight as she pistoned in and out of him eagerly.

The griffin groaned, clutching the mare to his chest, his hips bucking unevenly with the force and speed of her thrusts, his breath coming in short gasps as he felt his cock twitching between their bodies. He felt a pleasure unlike anything else he'd ever experienced before rushing through his body, as Marina almost whimpered in bliss.

She threw her head back as she felt her shaft stiffening inside of her husband, giving short, sharp moans that escalated into cries of pleasure, her eyes snapping wide open as she buried her member to the hilt inside her husband. She made short, erratic thrusts as she reached her release, thick bursts of her seed spurting into Phantom's passage as he gasped, his talons digging lightly along Marina's back as he clutched her down against him, his whole body flexing with the feeling of the mare flooding him with her hot nectar.

Phantom flushed deeply as he rocked as best he could under Marina's rapid movements, shivering in pleasure as his own cock flexed between their bodies, the griffin groaning as he felt her continuing to jackhammer into him even as her orgasm began to slow. His own member twitched, spurting pre between their bodies as pleasure racked through his form, but he felt Marina's passion beginning to slow, the griffin breathing heavily as he hugged her down into his chest.

Marina settled overtop him, closing her eyes and curling herself into the comfort of his chest, feeling her member still hard, her seed leaking slowly out around her throbbing shaft as she breathed shakily in and out, unable to believe how powerful her release had been. She smiled briefly, her eyes blinking a few times before she shook her head slowly, then straightened with a blush so she could gaze down into her husband's eyes, murmuring: “Thank you.”

Phantom only smiled a little, before he shivered a bit when she slowly pulled free from his rump with a squelch, the griffon feeling his body flex as her seed leaked down into his tailfeathers. She blushed deeply, but Phantom only chuckled and reached up to stroke her face tenderly, murmuring: “Thank you, Marina.”

The mare blushed at this, nodding a little against him as she felt her member twitching, breathing softly as she felt her sensitive cock flexing a bit as she drew back. She smiled hesitantly up at him, and he smiled back at her before they kissed for a long, wonderful moment, mouths working together slowly in the afterglow of the unusual passion.

Their mouths parted, and Marina licked her lips before she half-lidded her eyes as she ground their bodies together, trapping Phantom's member between them and making him grunt quietly in pleasure as she murmured: “But I think I should see if I still remember what my griffin really likes, though...”

Phantom felt her hoof reach down and tease gently along his member, and he certainly wasn't about to argue with her, as Marina gently trailed kisses down his chest. One of his talons gently stroked between her ears, then gripped lightly into her scalp as she lowered her head and gently licked around the head of his shaft.

The griffin's eyes closed in pleasure as Marina slowly nuzzled down his member before she opened her mouth, his malehood sliding into her jaws as she closed her eyes and gave a soft sound of relish as she carefully eased her husband's feline shaft down her throat, loving the taste of him as her tongue twisted tenderly around his member.

She pushed slowly forwards, gently easing more of the griffin's cock down her throat, and Phantom grunted in quiet pleasure as his talons played over Marina's scalp, feeling his member already twitching inside the mare's maw as his pleasure quickly began to escalate.

He breathed softly, thrusting slowly forward as his talons gripped tighter into the mare's scalp, his eyes closing in bliss as he felt her bobbing slowly up and down his shaft. Her tongue twisted around his cock, teasing it, squeezing it, making him groan in pleasure as she moved her head slowly up and down in an easy, hungry motion.

His body shifted, the griffin fidgeting a bit on the bed as he breathed roughly in and out, his talons gripping gently into Marina's scalp as he rocked his hips in easy motions, matching the rise and fall of Marina's jaws along his shaft. Her mouth slid along his member, feeling the faint tickle of his feline barbs against her teeth, tugging gently at her lips as she rose her head up, then tickling the back of her throat when she buried her face into her husband's groin, moaning softly around the member in her jaws.

Phantom let his head fall back with a groan of pleasure, his member trembling, coated with Marina's saliva and flexing stiffly in her mouth. It was all he could do to hold back, to draw this out as long as possible, as passion and pleasure raced through his body and sparked along his spine. Every nerve felt alive with pleasure as he massaged over Marina's head, slowly rubbing along her ears, scratching his talons lightly against her scalp as he gasped in pleasure and murmured: “Oh, Marina... it feels... so good...”

Marina slowly drew her head back until only the head of the griffin's shaft was in her jaws, swirling her tongue slowly and teasingly around it as she drank down his salty pre, before she pushed forwards, burying her nose into his groin and feeling her chin rubbing against his furry testicles. His taste, his smell, his strength infused all her senses, made her whole body thrill with delight as she felt her own still-hard member throbbing eagerly between her legs: god, she was so glad that it seemed like even if her body had changed, everything else had stayed the same... especially how much she always delighted in pleasing her husband.

Phantom groaned again in bliss, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips against Marina's jaws as she grasped into his hips, feeling his shaft buried completely in her jaws and into her throat. He felt her mouthing his member slowly, making him almost squirm with the ecstasy he felt rollicking through his veins, barely able to contain himself as he felt an unstoppable climax beginning to rise.

Marina's hooves stroked upwards, massaging over his strong body as she hungrily moved her head up and down in quick bursts, her nose bumping lightly into his groin with every pass. It was all Phantom could do to keep himself in control even as he felt the pleasure growing too much to bear, especially as Marina's hooves massaged up and along his body, and she made all those wonderful little sounds of pleasure and passion that always excited him that much more…

The griffin's hips rocked loosely, moving in rough time with Marina as his head tilted back and forth. The pleasure was too much for him to bear, as he felt his shaft becoming as hard as steel in her jaws, the griffin almost growling through his beak as he tried to contain himself, while Marina's hooves grasped tightly into his hips, the mare burying her face into his groin as she felt that familiar stiffness, her muzzle bumping roughly into his crotch with every pass as she urged him to thrust harder as her eyes half-opened to gaze lustfully and lovingly up at her lover…

Phantom gasped her name, then groaned loudly, his talons grasping tightly into her skull as his shaft flexed, pistoning down her throat as his whole body quivered with the first burst of his seed. His load flooded down her throat as he was unable to stop himself from thrusting roughly down her throat, Marina clutching into him and moaning around the cock buried in her maw as she felt her husband's sticky, delicious load filling her mouth.

She swallowed down as much as she could, gasping around the griffin's spurting cock as she pressed her maw as firmly forwards as she could, hungrily drinking down her husband's load as he made short, rough thrusts against her face, groaning in pleasure as volley after volley of his hot load spilled down his wife's throat. It was minutes before he began to slow, the force and pleasure of the orgasm incredible as he shivered in delight.

He settled slowly, his hips still bucking loosely, his eyes closing as he felt Marina slowly drawing her head back, her tongue twisting around his shaft and licking up as much of his seed as she could as she pulled away from his throbbing shaft. It emerged from her mouth with a wet pop, the mare giving a soft sound of pleasure as she looked up at her husband with half-lidded eyes.

The griffin gazed back down at her tenderly, still breathing a little hard from the strength of his release. He felt Marina's magic tickle along his shaft as she gripped him with telekinesis, as her hooves slowly massaged over the griffin's strong body.

When Phantom felt his breath returning, he couldn't help but smile a little, shaking his head briefly before he murmured: “You still know just what to do to excite me.”

Phantom reached down with a talon, gently stroking under her chin and tilting her head up, and Marina smiled wider up at him before she licked her lips, then shifted slowly backwards, asking hesitantly: “Do you think that... maybe now, you could...”

Phantom knew what it was his wife wanted, and he felt more than happy to give it to her: it had been a long, chaste month, after all, and he was more than eager to share as much physical love and affection with his wife as they could fit in. It had been far too long since they had touched, kissed, shared such affection with each other…

He didn't have to answer her with words: he grasped her instead as he leaned forwards, rolling her onto her back and sliding on top of her, pinning her gently down against the bed as he leaned down and nibbled slowly along her neck. She moaned beneath him, her throbbing hardness pulsing against the griffin's own slick, solid length, but this time Phantom only ground himself eagerly forwards against her, panting quietly in pleasure.

He slowly drew back as his claws stroked along Marina's face, then grasped gently into her shoulders, pinning her gently beneath him as she gave a soft moan of pleasure and bucked her hips, spreading her legs. It was certainly a new feeling, with his wife's new shape and new assets grinding up into him... but he recognized all her sounds, and the wanting rocking of her hips, the way she looked up at him half-bashfully, half-seductively, how her hooves gripped into him and urged him on... all of that he recognized, and his body responded to her as naturally as it ever had.

She rocked back, and he pushed forwards, the head of his cock grinding forwards along the base of Marina's tail before it found her tender rosebud, the mare breathing a little harder as she rocked her hips and clutched into her husband. Phantom slowly pushed forwards, and the griffin growled a little in bliss as he felt the head of his member penetrating her, pushing its way slowly into her puckered tailhole as Marina moaned loudly at the feeling of this virgin body being penetrated for the first time by her husband.

Her hips bucked as she gasped in pleasure, and Phantom pressed forward with a groan, his member flexing, his hard flesh throbbing as it pushed deep into her passage. Marina loved it, every moment of it: the way he was so strong, how he didn't stop or slow, but he was so gentle, so passionate, so firm but never forceful.

She moaned softly as he sank to the hilt into her, her hips rocking, her shaft grinding up into his body as he leaned over over and let his weight rest on her. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck, burying her face against his throat, inhaling his scent as the griffin's talons squeezed into her, holding her tightly into his body as he rested for a moment, letting her passage adjust around his member as he whispered: “I love you.”

“Oh, Phantom... I love you...” Marina breathed, her hips rocking as the griffin began to slowly thrust in and out of her. She whimpered a little again, her eyes clenching shut, her whole body shivering with bliss as she moaned her husband's name, her thick hardness throbbing against the griffin's stomach, already spurting pre with the overpowering bliss that was thrumming through her body as her husband made love to her.

They moved together, slowly at first, as Marina adjusted to the size and weight of her husband's body overtop her new form. She moaned softly against his neck as her passage clenched around his cock, her breath whistling in and out as her heavy testicles throbbed and her shaft pulsed with pleasure against the griffin. She could feel every shift, every movement, as the feline barbs of his member tugged along the walls of her passage when he drew back, before the head of his cock pushed almost into her prostate when he thrust back into her, making her moan as her whole body quaked with undeniable ecstasy.

Marina writhed with delight beneath Phantom, her whole body rocking back against his thrusts as she gasped and moaned beneath him, clutching into him, trembling as sweat rolled down her body and her member throbbed like molten metal against his stomach. Her hips bucked with every thrust, matching Phantom's speed as he slowly began to pick up his rhythm, breathing a little harder and dropping more of his weight down onto Marina with every movement as he felt passion taking over.

The griffin rocked into Marina as her hind legs kicked out on either side of him, her forehooves grasping over his body, stroking through fur and feathers as she kissed him, bit along his neck and shoulder, buried her face into her husband and moaned.

Phantom rumbled with pleasure, giving in to instinct and bliss as he thrust harder and faster, his talons stroking along Marina as he pushed her down into the bed beneath his weight and strength. His whole body sizzled with ecstasy as his shaft thrust to the hilt before yanking back and almost free from her tight rump, before burying deep again and again, jackhammering in and out of the mare beneath him.

Marina's eyes rolled open as her mouth fell agape with another loud moan of pleasure, her hips bucking hard as she felt the raw pleasure overwhelming her. She shook back and forth, crying out with indescribable pleasure: the fact that it had been so long was combining with the new sensations of her body in ways she hadn't expected, making her lose control and give in to the delight ripping through her body.

She arched her back, unable to stop herself from bucking upwards, not just rocking herself faster and harder back against Phantom, but grinding her throbbing cock against her husband's stomach, feeling it stiffening between their hot bodies, lubricated by pre and sweat. Her head twisted back and forth as she cried out, before she threw her head back with almost a scream of ecstasy as she hit her release, giving voice to her passion as her member released its first volley of thick load, followed by spurt after spurt of creamy mare seed.

Phantom felt the heat on his body, felt the strength of Marina's release as her seed coated both their chests in thick spurts, and he felt her whole body becoming hotter beneath him as she bucked back against him with greater and greater intensity. It was more than enough to push him over the edge as well, the griffin groaning in pleasure as he thrusted harder and faster, falling out of time, but unable to do anything but give in to his own desires and hungers as he pounded in and out of the mare's tailhole almost ferociously.

He felt his shaft stiffening inside of her, the griffin thrusting harder and faster to urge his rising orgasm higher as he ground down into Marina, pressing his body over hers, feeling her clutching all the tighter into him as she spasmodically bucked into his body, milking every last volley of seed she could from her throbbing member. She cried out again in bliss, and it was like music to Phantom's ears, exciting him all the further as he joined her chorus of pleasure with a loud groan.

He felt it: the flex of his cock, the feeling like his member had turned to metal, as he thrusted into her with his full weight and strength. Marina bucked almost savagely back against him with each movement, urging him on with her cries of bliss as her eyes bulged in delight at the feeling of her husband's first volley of load firing into her like a cannon, filling her up, spilling through her tight passage. She cried out his name again and again as Phantom groaned in pleasure, pinning her beneath his strong body as he felt burst after burst of his seed spilling into her, sweaty testicles smacking wetly into the base of her tail with every almost savage thrust.

It was almost a minute before he finally settled, breathing hard in and out, his thrusts slowing to a halt as Marina moaned softly and shivered under his body and weight. She looked up at him almost dreamily, licking her lips slowly, and Phantom smiled back at her softly before he leaned down and shared a soft kiss with her.

He could still faintly taste his own seed on her tongue, as she twisted it with his, and the griffin chuckled quietly as they drew apart before he slowly pulled back, and Marina moaned softly as she shivered a little, feeling his shaft pulling out of her stretched tailhole. She flexed as he pulled free, a bit of his load spilling out over her tail, and the mare blushed a bit as the griffin lingered overtop her for a moment and murmured: “A lot of things to get used to. But I... don't think it'll be hard to.”

Marina blushed a bit, lowering her head almost shyly towards him as she felt her half-flaccid member throbbing on her stomach, still leaking a bit of her seed. Phantom laid down beside her, and the mare gladly rolled into him, dropping her head on his chest as her other hoof stroked through his feathers.

She blushed deeper after a moment as she felt a stickiness on her hooves: not his, but rather... “I think it's still going to take some time.”

“It will. But we can do it, together, Marina.” Phantom smiled at her, then he shifted a little before almost hesitantly wrapping his upper limbs around her. Marina gazed up at him softly, but as she settled into him, she felt his talons gripping her tighter, closer, as he gazed over her with clear love and tenderness in his eyes.

For a few moments, Phantom was quiet... and then he cleared his throat before saying softly: “I know that the physical part isn't the hardest part. I still don't entirely know what to think. But I do know that you're my wife and I love you and... I want to spend the rest of our lives together. That no matter what changes, my love for you never will. You're my partner, the person I chose to be with, Marina. I'll admit that sometimes this feels like a cruel twist of fate or some sort of test of my love, but all the same, I'm with you to the end. I love you for more than just your body. I love you for who you are.”

“Thank you, Phantom. I love you too, and I think that's what I've really needed to hear. That and... to know that even like this, well...” She blushed a bit, gazing at him with softness and affection in her eyes. “I don't want you to be trapped with me.”

“I'm not. We're together in everything, Marina, because I chose to be with you, and because no one else would ever make me feel half as happy or fulfilled.” Phantom replied quietly, and Marina buried her head into his neck.

There was no more need for words, as Phantom tenderly kissed her forehead and stroked through her mane, holding her close as he always had after their lovemaking, letting her settle as she listened to the soothing beat of his powerful heart. A heart far larger than anyone other than her knew, Marina thought: Phantom was courageous, compassionate, and more loving than any person she had ever met, beneath that gruff old griffin exterior.

All too soon, however, she felt that nervous sensation inside her that told her it was time to get back to work. She was wonderfully glad to have patched things up with her husband and celebrated their love, but at the same time... there was always work to be done, and some of those duties had been neglected while she and Phantom had been trying to avoid each other. But together, with him by her side, she knew that she could face the world and live up to what had become expected of her.

But first, they would have to have a bath, Marina thought. She pulled herself up to a sitting position on the bed, and Phantom's limbs untangled from around her, his claws stroking tenderly along her body before he sat up himself, not needing words.

That was what reassured her most of all, she thought, as they traded smiles and tender gazes. The way they could communicate in silence, still. How they didn't need words to reassure each other, as nice as it was to hear the griffin's rumbling voice saying such sweet things to her. They communicated more through gesture, through touch, through those looks they traded, and Marina never wanted that to change. She thought that, out of everything else in the world, told her precisely how perfect they were for each other; as long as they had that, they would always be okay.

Marina gently tugged Phantom up to his feet, and the griffin smiled before he leaned in and nibbled behind one of her ears, making her laugh and blush a little, gazing at him with warmth and happiness. And she knew then, as she led her husband off so they could clean themselves up, that no matter what had changed or how it had all gotten so different, that in the end, everything was going to be okay.

She had Phantom, and Phantom had her, and that would never change.