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Intercultural Relationships
Defining Love (The Substitute Demon[set at the end of Don't Underestimate])
Ted rolled his eyes as he stuffed his face with leftovers from dinner. It was nearly sunset when he'd awoken, much to his dismay. The orange mare was currently in the infirmary being watched over by a few medical experts they'd picked up along the way, ranging from changeling field medics to a griffon surgeon.
"...can't believe you left me to deal with both the griffons and Cadance. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? It was like my entire day just zipped by. I had to not only guide the changelings, but the griffons and the ponies too! Do you know how irritating it is trying to guide creatures that don't listen? And don't even get me started on the mercenaries, constantly demanding my attention, that I actually speak to them in person instead of having a drone stand in my place. Fools, I'm a queen, I have other things to do than entertain them!"
'Kinda like trying to court a creature that doesn't understand my definition of love, I would assume.' The alicorn thought. Still, he let her rant. He hadn't meant to leave her in charge of the Talons for the day, either, but she'd done well from what he could tell. Even asked them to send any refugees they could find their way as well as offering some extra jarred emotion as proof of their words if it was needed. At the rate the hive was growing though, the temple would be a primarily changeling city before long. Maybe he'd need to finally do some advertising? Yes it was dangerous, but with the queen looking over the remains of the griffon's country and preparing for an assault on the minotaurs, she wasn't going to be looking at him for a while now.
'I'll have Scootaloo pass the word around. I'm sure she hangs out in the kinds of places that cater to the kinds we've been picking up anyway.'
The alicorn took one last sip of water and then drank the last bits of changeling honey, as the residents had begun to call the processed emotions. He needed every boost he could get, and if the pink goo helped him become more capable of defending his family, so be it.
"Are you listening to me? You better not be ignoring me, Cimmerian, I-"
A flash of light cut the changeling queen's rant off, leaving them both sitting in his room. Before she recovered, Cimmerian smashed his lips into hers, using his magic to lift her onto his bed.
"I know I made you a promise, Din." He whispered into her ear before trailing nips down her neck. "I want to thank you for taking care of the Temple while I was out of it. I didn't forget my promise, I just found the Elements of Harmony today, and got distracted talking to them." He used a hoof to lay her on her back, gently pressing his barrel against her own. "I promise I'll make it up to you though."
The queen's mind was still hitching, caught off guard by the sudden change of topic and location. "I, I can try some of the things Cadance knows, I mean I know how to-"
He put a hoof to her lips, silencing her. "This is about you and me tonight, Cuddlebug." he softly said while smiling. "Tonight is going to be like trying food. It's going to be about enjoyment, about learning about each other, about fun. No pulling from a veteran. Now then, are you ready to finish what we started earlier?"
"B-but don't, sound ward?" She floundered, eyes tinting slightly despite not actively consuming the love. She giggled awkwardly, the saturation of love and lust in the air flooding her senses despite her attempts at resistance.
"I've had to put up with them for the first few nights before I learned the sound wards." The alicorn grinned, baring his fangs to the queen below him. "They'll live through one night."
Pandinus spent a few moments staring at the alicorn, as if it wouldn't register that this was happening. A brush from the stallion's emerging member woke her up, causing her eyes to widen momentarily. Quick as a flash, the queen lifted him in her own ashen aura before rolling onto her stomach and presenting herself to him, a hungry smile on her face.
Cimmerian took a moment to recover from the sudden movements, taking note of the positioning of his partner. It still struck him as odd that he was committing to such an act; an alien body, and mating with another alien? Still, while his mind was likely missing cues a normal stallion would see or detect (he was certain the wing flutters meant something), there was nothing to decipher about the view before him. The mare's legs were spread wide, giving him a direct view of her moist, gaping opening while her tail was held to the side, cascading along her right flank. He started to approach when it winked at him, the muscles squeezing the hole shut in anticipation of his arrival. 'I don't remember reading about that in health class.' He thought to himself, bringing himself closer. He sniffed at the entrance, allowing the scent of his mate to excite him even more than his anticipation of the event. Then he gave her a cautious lick, eyes scrunching up in confusion; he couldn't place the flavor, as it was as alien as the form before him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she ate emotions?
"What are you doing?" Pandinus yelled, glaring back at him. "Jump up and rut me already!"
"You know, you're supposed to enjoy the first time, learn what each other likes and what not." He admonished her. Still, this was supposed to be for her, so if that was what she wanted, who was he to deny her?
The alicorn jumped up onto the bed and carefully mounted the queen, using his forelegs on her back to hold himself up. Unable to see, he used his magic to grasp himself, letting out a light gasp of pleasure as the tingling aura surrounded his rod.
"Oh wow" He muttered. He'd been so uncomfortable with his new form he'd not even considered pleasuring himself, then things just became so busy. Sure he'd seen it a few times, peeking out as he relieved himself or cleaned himself in the bath, but sitting here thinking on it was something else entirely.
He closed his eyes, focusing on his target as he rubbed between the changeling's flanks, looking for her entrance. She grunted, a slight buck of anticipation driving her into his barrel even as he felt the wet circle of her entrance. Just as he pushed in, there was a flash of ashen fire around her barrel, but he barely noticed. This was it, what she'd been begging for since her transition to queen.
Cimmerian leaned forward, pressing his weight onto her back even as he slid into her, a gasp from the intrusion being the female's response. As he pressed forward and drew her back, she bucked into him, attempting to force as much of his length into her as possible. First it was only the tip, the queen winking almost as soon as he contacted her nethers with his own. The flared tip slipped inside her next, drawing a needy nicker from below him. It was so warm, so soft, so wet it nearly drove him mad with need. Deeper he pushed, grunting as he felt a sudden bit of resistance. He pushed harder, and was rewarded with another wave of pleasure as his ring slid in, rubbing along the entire radius of her vaginal walls. His eyes widened at the alien sensations, not anticipating such sensitivity from the protuberance of his new shaft. He instinctively bucked, driving himself even deeper and savoring every twitch of her body around him.
"Don't stop. Deeper, give me more." Din murmured into the covers.
He released a groan of pleasure; it felt incredible. Why had he been avoiding this for so long? He could feel her heartbeat, feel her canal pulsating along his length. He could feel when she winked, squeezing him even as she tried pressing back against him. For what felt like ages he pressed more of himself into her before he finally felt his hips meet her rear. Cimmerian breathed deeply into her mane as he basked in the pleasure of their proximity, allowing her warm pulsating insides to massage his pole. He felt an odd tensing of his wings, and extended them before pulling them back with a ruffle to try to remove it. The wings didn't fully retract though, reminding him of their actions every time he'd found himself aroused. Grinning at what it would likely translate to in the mare's head, he displayed them fully, watching with a smile as she stared at his wings.
A grunt and another buck against his hips broke him out of his stupor and he immediately started dragging himself back out, leaving her in an agonizingly slow fashion.
"I swear, Cimmer, if you pull out I'm going to hu-erk!" Her threat was cut off as he drove into her again, this time brutally slamming his hips against her ass. A meaty slap echoed in the room, and both grunted at the impact. Making sure he was stable, the stallion began to give his mate exactly what she had asked for; he began to rut her wildly, slamming into her over and over again. It left him in a haze of carnal pleasure, his ring striking different bumps and ridges along her depths with each stroke, his flared tip spreading her apart with each pump. It was alien, it was weird, it was something he'd never even thought about; it was all he wanted right now, to continue feeling her pulsating warmth surrounding him.
It wasn't long before his strokes became more erratic, his need driving him to greater speeds and crushing the mare into his mattress. The changeling wasn't helping, her tight canal gripping him like a living sleeve, squeezing, pulling and twisting in ways that were likely impossible for other creatures. Several times he found himself drifting away as her body worked its magic on him, only to recover with a powerful buck and resume his pace. His mind a haze, he felt something shift, his tip engorging as it prepared for his climax. He drove himself as deeply as he could, grunting as he felt his body respond. His tip flared, locking him deep inside her as his balls clenched up, churning out his reproductive soup. Trying to hold both of their bodies in position, his forelegs wrapped around her, holding her against his barrel in a death grip that would have crushed a smaller mare. His horn lit up as he instinctively pressed it against her own, the surging mana flowing over her horn as his wings pressed against the sheets, attempting to press nonexistent wings into the bed below. Next he felt the warm flow of something traveling up his dick, pulsing spurts flowing into his chosen mate that left him bucking as each glob reached his head. He needed to make sure it was deeper, it had to be deep inside her to take hold. Nothing else was important now.
It felt like an eternity to the alicorn, but eventually he softened, dislodging from the mare's tunnel and slowly pulling back out. Caught in the afterglow of his orgasm, he was still berating himself. What was he thinking avoiding this? Din had been asking him to do this for weeks now, weeks he could have spent experiencing the pleasure that was still roiling along his body. He was certain that once the two of them-
His ears perked up, noticing the lack of response from the queen. Did she finish? Hell, did she even feel that? Now that his mind was clearer, he didn't remember hearing any moans and groans from her for the entirety of the experience. Nothing he could place as an orgasm from his partner, much less enjoyment. As his head slipped out, limply retreating from the mare, he shifted himself to look at Pandinus.
It was wonderful, everything her lessons told her it would be and more. The warmth that now settled inside her body, the feeling of fullness, her body finally declaring its stores filled after a second round with the alicorn. Not to mention the love! Oh, it was so thick, so pure. The lust was nowhere to be found, expended in his efforts to mate with her and leaving her basting in a cloud of the purest, most potent love she'd ever found.
Pandinus couldn't help herself, she inhaled, she tasted it, rolled it around in her own aura, felt it's warmth, its power. It was for her, love that was directed at her and her alone. She could gorge herself easily, as there was no way she could consume all of it on her own. There would be more too, oh so much more than this. Every night they spent together would be like this, a feeling of safety, a feeling of warmth, a taste of the most pure and focused love she'd ever felt. She giggled slightly, the pink tint of the room telling her it was time to shunt it to the hive. She opened her link and let it flow to her children.
Yes, they were all her children now. Regardless of where they came from, they looked to her for guidance, for protection, for food, and she would provide it for them. For only a moment, she became a transmitter, directing the love from the room to her hive, allowing it to flow through her like water. A month ago the quantity would have left them all reeling from the overload as they had the first time he'd claimed her. With the addition of so many more drones however, it was being distributed easily throughout the hive.
Then it was over, the queen allowing any extra love she'd consumed to flow out of her so her mind would remain clear. She relaxed on the bed, her mate still wrapped protectively around her as her mind buzzed with the numbers. So much love, puddles of it, pools of it, oceans of it, all waiting to be claimed, all waiting to be consumed.
She blinked, the bitter taste of worry and confusion suddenly emanating from the stallion.
"Did you not enjoy that, Din?" He asked her, almost sounding (and feeling) hurt.
The mare was confused. How could she not enjoy it? She'd met her biological drive to store an adequate amount of sperm for later use, she was wrapped in the embrace of a powerful mate, and she was marinating in a most wonderful broth of love.
"Of course I did." She mumbled into the sheets. "I got everything I wanted out of it; seed, love, and now I get to enjoy time with you, time with my mate."
Irritation followed her words, then confusion. "Do changelings not experience orgasms?" He wondered aloud. "No, wait. I think I remember her getting off when I was wiping her down after she molted." More irritation. "You did something, there was a flash of your magic. Undo it."
Pandinus blinked. She dispelled her adjustment, returning her body to its natural state only to gasp as she felt his once-again hardening member prodding against her entrance. As he pressed into her, she instinctively re-cast the shape-shifting spell, her body shifting to better please her mate. The second the fire flashed over her though, he slipped out of her again.
"Leave it alone, Din. I said this is for fun." He growled into her ear. Was he insane? Why would he not want her to use the changes? No male could resist them!
She grudgingly dispelled the changes once more, gritting her teeth as she prepared for his thrust. Once more he drove himself into her, her body tensing as she fought against some of her first lessons. Without the altered form, she felt every throb of his rod as he pressed into her, felt every vein as she winked during his entry. She nearly panicked when she felt his ring push into her vagina, the skin dragging along the entirety of her now-sensitive flesh and drawing a pleasured mewl from her throat. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to go at all. She was supposed to make the male finish, bask in his emotions, then leave before something interrupted her-
She blinked in confusion. She wasn't wearing a disguise, so a magic surge wouldn't disrupt anything. The mare's eyes widened in realization, even as he began to rock against her barrel, acting the part of a piston moving in and out of her. That was why he was angry! She'd been treating this like a seduction, one where her own pleasure was not the goal. A sudden flash of fire washed over her form, and she howled in rapturous delight, her body now twice as sensitive to his penetration as before. This was what he wanted to show her, this was what he wanted her to experience. Feeling him pick up speed as if driven on by her articulations, he shifted now and again, his head driving into new and mind-blowing parts of her body with every stroke. She pawed the sheets with her forehooves, unsure what she should be doing, unable to think clearly as her body began to seize up from the sensations. More. She want-needed more. More of those wonderful sensations he was causing her to feel, more fire in her blood. With the last of her focus, she latched onto a way to experience more. One more time her changeling magic flowed over her body; once more the male drove himself into her body.
That was when everything stopped. Din was confused at first, a sudden deadness and lack of feeling in her body leaving her to wonder if she'd done something wrong. Then the pleasure started to trickle in, bit by bit as her body slowly sorted out just what it was that had happened. It kept going, too, building higher and higher till she couldn't think, couldn't hear, couldn't even see.
Ecstasy. Heaven. Cloud Nine. No word conveyed the wave of white that caused her vision to blur. The changelings legs gave out as she screamed her orgasm, her entire body shuddering and collapsing limply. She couldn't think; she didn't want to anyway. All she wanted, all she needed was to drift on the wave of happiness she'd found, locked in the hooves of her mate. Laying on his bed, with his warm body pressing against her own. Her body was shaking, the euphoria still clouding her mind for a few moments as the stallion continued to rock against her for a few moments before he stopped. Why did he stop? She was happy now, happier than she could ever remember being before. Another flash of her magic confused her, why did she lose the spell? And why was her horn sputtering like that? His did it just a few moments ago, didn't it? Realization hit her, and she giggled. Well, she tried to giggle. She wasn't sure what it sounded like, as everything was working funny right now.
Pandinus felt a few of the younger drones calling to her over the link, wondering what had happened to her, and why she wasn't responding. Did she scream into the link as well? A joking admonishment from a few drones confirmed it to her embarrassment. She blinked a few times, her focus slowly returning as her body recovered. Everything was tinted pink, her body instinctively pulling the nourishment from the alicorn during her mental hiatus. She tried flushing it into the link, but her mind was sluggish, the combination of afterglow and feeding leaving her unable to think clearly. She heard the alicorn ask if she was alright, then he nuzzled her, concern tinting the love in his aura. She tried to respond, but nothing worked right, her words coming out in a jumbled mess. At her incomprehensible muttering and gibbering he laughed softly at her, nuzzling into her neck and tracing a tongue along the edges of a shoulder-plate.
The changeling queen couldn't help it. She began to purr noisily at his ministrations, to his apparent delight. He chuckled some more at her insensate mutterings and continued his exploration of her body, eventually shifting to her wing covers. He moved off of her (why did he do that? She wanted to feel warm) and began running his tongue along all the 'skin' he could find. Before long her wings buzzed in contentment, and he caught the elytra, holding them open with his magic. It hurt a little, feeling her wing-covers being held like that, but a second later it didn't matter. More pleasure surged through her body as his wet muscle danced across the pterathorax, the sensitive flesh where her wings joined her back never having been touched before. Another weak mewl left her throat as the stallion nibbled gently on her diaphanous wings. She couldn't feel them directly, of course, but the tugs and vibrations of his humming traveled directly into her back, sending shivers down her spine. Wind, thermals, updrafts, that's what she was supposed to feel with those nerves not, not- oh who was she kidding, he could do that all day and her only complaint would be when he stopped.
He released her wings from their wondrous torture after an unknowable amount of time and moved down her body, stopping at each point of interest to impart another nibble or another lick to her shivering body. She could still feel his saliva under her shell. The warm fluid was lathered all over her back, everywhere he could reach, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Where was he getting all of this energy? She'd only peaked once, albeit an extremely powerful peak, and she was having trouble recovering yet he just kept going like he had some sort of magical endurance.
Din would have smacked herself with a hoof if she'd had the energy. He was an alicorn, meaning his body could literally go for days before he required rest; of course he was driving her into the ground. She grinned maliciously, a plan forming in her mind. If he could keep going, so could she. Boosting growth wasn't the only thing she could burn love on, after all.
Cimmerian smiled as he used a hoof to caress the queen's shuddering flank. After the third flash of changeling magic he'd been ready to admonish her a second time. Then she'd started screaming and it took him a moment to realize what she'd done. The fourth flash of magic was what he'd assumed was yet another change to her body, further increasing her sensitivity and leaving her howling her approval to the world. He double checked the sound wards, put in place after his first orgasm left him feeling none the worse for wear. If his magical endurance extended to sex, they could be at this all night; well, he could. And while he had no issue with giving the people of the Temple of the Shadows something to whisper about, he wasn't going to keep them up all night. Besides, Pandinus seemed to still be reeling from her first climax. Just as he'd started to approach her drooling, winking pussy with a hoof the queen gave off an odd glow, similar to when she'd absorbed too much love. Her shaking began to lessen, and she slowly rose from the bed, giving him a hungry stare.
"You, you've got your blasted alicorn endurance, but I feed on love." The queen gloated even as she fought to catch her breath, her fangs showing through her smile. "I'm not going to, to drop out that quickly, Cimmer."
His smile shifted to match the queen's as he leaned forward, using his aura to pull her into a deep kiss. Their last round had left him aching, as he'd not wanted to hurt her by continuing while she was thrashing about and was thus left wanting more.
She responded slowly at first, her mouth hesitantly opening to allow for the much thicker organ entry. Once he was in, running his tongue over her fangs, she didn't even try to fight it, instead wrapping her almost prehensile tongue around his own and pulling it deeper into her own mouth. The two broke off the kiss, a link of saliva still connecting their mouth before the changeling severed it with a flick of her tongue. Cimmerian touched his horn against her own, a light glow surrounding it as he stared deeply into her eyes.
"No magic this time, Din. Just you, me, and a proper, unaltered rutting." He whispered to her.
She giggled, kissing him once more before pushing him onto his back. She straddled him, carefully placing her own aching sex against his sheath and erect cock. She gave him a fanged smile as she began to grind against him, a few coos of contentment leaving her as she felt him begin to buck against her. She shifted, using her position to swallow him up into her pussy and moaning as she pushed back against him.
The first time she'd been milking him. The second time, she'd cut lose, going all out to achieve the most mind-blowing orgasm possible. This time it was what sex was supposed to be, to the alicorn. Two beings locked in a mutual struggle for pleasure, each pushing the other to a goal. Each driving the other closer to climax. He gasped as she ground her flank against his hips, leaning down and kissing him once more even as he felt her shudder in delight. She shifted, she ground against him, she lifted her flank just to slam it back into his hips. He could feel everything, every shift, every twitch, every follicle as her tail mercilessly teased his twitching orbs. He moaned, feeling her begin to convulse around his painfully hard shaft even as he felt his own finish approaching.
"This is it, my mate." She wheezed, beginning to slam against him with abandon. "Last one to finish has to pleasure the other next."
"T-that's not usually-hee how it goes." He grunted.
Soon her actions bore fruit. The mare's eyes widened as he thrust up into her, his flared tip locking him in place. She whined piteously, attempting to buck a few more times and dragging the alicorn into the air with her even as she felt the warm seed beginning to travel deep inside her. The warm pulses set off her own climax. She looked down at him, her slit pupils dilating momentarily as she yielded to her instincts. She buried her fangs in his neck, both shuddering at the pleasure wracking there bodies. Cimmerian stared blankly at the ceiling as he came, his mind empty and unable to comprehend the bite as painful. Nothing really mattered in this moment, nothing but the female he was clinging so desperately to. She was beautiful, she was his, and he decided he was going to spend every available second, every night he could afford, pounding this mare into a whimpering pile of pleasure and happiness. Had to keep the hive fed, after all.
The queen's thoughts were much the same as his. She lay there on his barrel for a long while, allowing her clouded mind to recover as she tasted him. Her tongue danced around her fangs, bathing in the small leaks her fangs had caused, tasting his lifeblood even as she tasted his love. Her addled mind couldn't determine where one started and the other ended, and she swallowed, her body deciding it wanted, that it needed both.
As the two came down from their highs and basked in the afterglow, the queen carefully removed her fangs, lovingly cleaning any remaining traces of blood from his wounds. Instincts long forgotten by her race began to surface, causing her to cling even more tightly to the male below her. He wasn't just her warm/safe/food. This was no longer an access point to the strongest hatchlings the world had ever seen. The alicorn was her mate, her home, her other. And Maker have mercy on the creature that threatened the being in her hooves.
Their vision finally clearing, the changeling lifted her head and touched her muzzle against his own.
"I, I think we need to try again. I'm not sure who won, so we're going to need a tie-breaker." She said in a seductive tone. Within moments she felt him beginning to harden again underneath her, drawing a smile to her face. She pulled in his love, using it to heal her aching body even as she began to rub against him yet again.
Oh, the night was just beginning.
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The sun was rising by the time they were finally burning out, the two lovers covered with a myriad of fluids that had no place matted into fur and dried out on chitin. It didn't matter though. Both were content, breathing heavily in each other's grip. For Cimmerian, his alicorn endurance turned out to have a limit when it came to sex, fortunately for the both of them. For Queen Pandinus, she was learning that her body could only burn love so many times before it just didn't work anymore. After the first three burns, it started requiring more and more love to repeat the effect, and by now the effect was so minimal even actively burning the entirety of her reserves likely wouldn't help her. Still, the two were content, the pleasure shared well worth the exhaustion both were feeling. Even as they attempted to make some sort of recovery, the alicorn once more on his back with the queen laying on his barrel, both found a smile creeping across their faces.
"So was it better than just feeding?" He asked her jokingly.
The queen was limp, unable to form more than a simple murmur of agreement to his query. She couldn't mention this to any other queen, ever. They'd kill her out of rage for the amount of love she'd burned just keeping up with him. The thought of the amount of love she'd fed on brought a deeper smile to her face. She nuzzled weakly into his neck, feeling her body denounce even the simple movement. She allowed the love to flow into her once more, letting it sit in her stomach this time for use in repairing the strain while she slept. She'd also had some of the drones store the pure love formed in his afterglow for later consumption. It was the cream of the crop, the intense emotion leaving her weak in her knees even at the thought of it.
Curious, she pinged a few changelings that were still active, trying to get a count on the love they'd received form her. It was sluggish, but a few pinged back, leaving her with a case of the giggles. She weakly ran her tongue along her lovers neck, a feeling of contentment washing over her. At this rate, she'd have her love pool by the end of the month at the latest. It was wasteful, certainly, but the thought of sitting in liquid love that ran up to her neck while her lover held her close was the most wonderful thought she could find at the time.
Nest here. I, I stay. The words were spoken not so long ago, when she was but a shadow of her current self. A half-starved proto queen that had been captured by the very stallion she was resting with. It had been such a close thing till she'd seen the nymphs, and several times she'd almost tried to escape. She'd thought of using her horn to cut the rope, she'd almost taken off the moment she knew the restraints were gone. She'd almost not followed him into the Temple when he'd asked her to. She'd almost not met the nymphs that even now she could touch through her link; the hatchlings sleeping soundly, free of hunger and fear.
The queen inhaled deeply, the musky scent of her mate's sweat filling her mind. She'd have missed this. All this love, all this and more. She'd never made a better decision in her life.
Author's Note
Yes I just looked up beetle wings for this. Yes, I wiki'd something for a sex scene. Yes, I've lost my mind.
Actually, I probably should have looked that kind of thing up weeks ago.
Intercultural Relationships
The water was steaming hot when Cimmerian stepped in, causing him to sigh in relief. Swift and Humble were on him in a second, scrubbing him down and running the hot water over his entire body. He stood up, allowing them access to his legs, but shooed them out before he rolled in the tub, laying on his back and finishing up. Some areas weren't meant to be washed by others. He continued to relax in the tub, letting the hot water sooth him until his right ear twitched, a sound waking him slightly. A body pressed against him as he was reclining in the tub and lips soon met his own, waking him fully to the sight of Pandinus pressing against his barrel in the water, purring gently and causing the water to bubble slightly.
"I'm getting tired of waiting," the queen said with a giggle, nuzzling into his cheek before trailing nips down his neck. "Are you really more interested in spending time in the bath than with me?"
"You have to admit, it's pretty comfortable here," Cimmerian joked.
"I know somewhere even more comfortable," the queen responded, lighting her horn. The sense of falling hit him, and the stallion found himself and most of the tub's water supply now on the queen's bed, a fiery ring of a changeling teleport-circle glowing on the roof of the chamber while he could see the ceiling of his bathroom through the hole.
The stallion scowled at the mare still on his barrel.
"Can I at least get a towel? I'm soaking wet."
Pandinus laughed mischievously, leaning in until her nose was right against his.
"So am I."
Cimmerian found himself the target of a powerful kiss, the queen's tongue zipping about his mouth unhindered for a moment before he responded, returning her kiss and using his forelegs to pull her tightly against himself. Not even breaking the kiss, he poked her flank with a rear hoof, causing her to giggle into the kiss and allowing him to finally pin down her tongue with his own. Separating for a moment, he watched the mare's eyes drain of their pink tint and he used the distraction to grab a few towels out of the bathroom before Din lost control of the teleport ring. As the last one was being pulled through the ring collapsed, cutting his towel in half and leaving the stallion scowling before he used a towel to caress his wife's flank.
She groaned softly, grinding against his barrel with need as the lust she'd been craving for the last few days was finally directed at her in force. She's learned a few things since the last time they'd joined together, and while she longed to use them she knew they had all night. The stallion focusing love and lust at her right now was no one-and-done show. She giggled in excitement as she felt it, his sheath allowing his rod to escape and brush against her barrel. She lifted herself up, wings buzzing in excitement as she quickly mounted it, not even caring for his usual 'foreplay', as he called it. She wanted him inside her, and she wanted his love washing over her again. The queen ground against him, moaning loudly as the stallion twitched inside of her. She pumped up and down on his dick, feeling the ring and the vessels rubbing against her canal in the most wonderful ways. She kissed him, feeling the wash of emotions flooding her senses as she'd been wanting for the last few weeks. It was almost enough to give her pause, to wonder if this was the true danger of finding an actual mate; the addiction to the sensations, to the tastes, a real, physical need for the contact of the individual to whom a queen was bonded.
Almost, but not quite enough. She squealed as her first orgasm hit, causing her to lock down on her mate, gripping him tightly against and in her even as he bucked instinctively against her. She felt his lust burning like a fire, tasted the emotion that invited her to lose herself in the pleasure of mating. She drank in a bit, feeling her own need burn hotter as she repurposed it for her own, weakly grinding into the male and nibbling on his neck as he continued to buck into her dribbling canal. With a few last bucks and a shuddering groan, she felt the heat, the flow of seed being pushed into her deepest depths. She giggled, feeling her body trying to find a place for the semen while knowing no such place existed. They'd done this several times before the stallion left, and even after almost a month her reserves had been almost completely unused. It wasn't like she could have more hatchlings with the strange nymphs currently growing inside of her. Thus it spilled over, filling her tunnel and eventually spilling out, the warm dribbling of his spunk dripping back onto the male leaving her smiling in happiness.
She drank in the love, the post-orgasmic bliss he was in and was directing at her, enjoying the feeling of it washing over her even as several drones began to siphon it away from her and store it in the depleted chambers. She wouldn't need to store it all, as she wanted to be able to do this for a while yet. Instead Pandinus began to cycle the love through her entire body, rejuvenating her muscles with a flood of energy and leaving her shaking body once more fresh and ready to continue. She rose, feeling him slip out with a squirt of released fluids as her flower clenched, desperately trying to retain the seed that she normally found so precious. Instead it was plentiful, it was a never-ending supply that would last as long as the stallion below her lived. She noticed the towels on the bed, and grabbed a few in her aura even as Cimmerian's eyes lolled. He was still recovering from his first orgasm in a month, and apparently the separation had affected him as well.
She smiled lovingly at the sight of his lower body while using a few towels to caress his barrel, drying him even as the water drained out from around her bed. She ran a towel under his balls, watching him shudder as she wrapped it in the cloth. She listened to him moan as she used the towel to roll his balls around in their sack, feeling them radiate heat that begged to be deposited inside her. With a final breath, she pressed her muzzle against his sack, allowing the scent of her mate to completely subsume her. She breathed deeply, running her tongue lovingly over him; she gently mouthed the orbs, rolling them around with her tongue and releasing them from her torturous attention to gaze at his stallionhood.
It was once more standing proudly, a faint trickle of liquid anticipation running down the tip. She smiled, seeing a few specks of his seed still smeared against it from his first orgasm mixed with the viscous fluid of her own climax, and she remembered something she'd read in her studies as well as discussed with Cadance when reviewing the other mare's memories of sex. She gave it a tentative lick, smiling as the organ twitched and bobbed at her attention. She kissed it, she nuzzled it, gave the head a suckling kiss, all the while tittering at the stallion's grunts and groans. Taking a deep breath, she used her shape shifting abilities, a flash of green fire washing over her body as she took it into her mouth. She licked and suckled the flared head, swallowing it deeper down her throat as she moved more of his length into her mouth. She pushed on, taking more and more of him into her maw and feeling it push down her throat, forcing her to use her adjusted breathing path. Soon his ring was against her lips, but she opened her jaws wide, pushing forward and clamping down on the other side of the fleshy barrier, continuing to push herself further down his shaft.
She could feel his twitching flare deep in her throat by the time her muzzle reached his sheath. She swallowed and purred, the vibrating pull causing the stallion to buck into her jaws.
"Oh, fuck Din! How are you doing that?!?" he muttered, nipping her hindquarters and drawing a giggle from the mare even as she worked him over mercilessly. She swallowed, she purred, she ran her tongue over his shaft, she pulled back and pushed forward, allowing him to copy the motions of rutting her muzzle. It wasn't long before he was swearing up a storm, his flare expanding to lock into her throat as his seed poured out in warm spurts. Still she continued her torture, humming and suckling on him until the stallion was panting, a few enfeebled bucks issuing from him as he found himself aching from his second peak of the night. He moaned, his legs kicking weakly as she pulled him out of her throat, a wash of changeling magic rolling over her form as she returned herself to her base-form. She turned around and nuzzled her mate, allowing him to recover slightly as a second plan formulated in her mind. It was something he may not appreciate fully just yet, but for some reason, the thought just excited her to no end. With another giggle, she opened herself to the link, targeting a specific individual who was due for a reward.
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Zelus blinked awake, feeling something tug at her through the link. She'd already deposited her eggs in a small bowl-shaped nest in her room, a large bed in the center leaving the chamber an that was almost exact copy of her sister's room. In fact, the only difference was the size of the bed. It was sized for the queen to curl up and sleep on, not for a queen and her mate to sprawl out and have fun on.
The queen had dropped off her eggs, washed up in the changeling bathing area (a small underground pond that was full of cool water), and headed right to bed.
The mare blinked her fuzzy vision clear, using a nearby drone to find the location of the heavenly bodies. The moon was just rising according to a nearby scout, so why would someone be bothering her now?
A second brush from the link, and she identified the individual. Pandinus was calling to her, brushing against her with a full, open connection for some reason. Zelus attempted to open dialogue, but the other queen just brushed the connection against her again, tempting her to accept the offer. Zelus sighed, allowing the connection to take place. A second later, the older queen gasped.
Pandinus was currently in the hooves of her mate, the same stallion that had spent so many nights near Zelus. She could smell him through the connection, but there was something else, something that had never been there during his time with her. The mare felt her sister shift on the bed, felt her own body follow along subconsciously as the stallion stood her up on the bed, running a hoof along their flank in a way that sent shudders down their spine.
'Hello, Zelus. I just wanted to show you how thankful I was for watching out for my mate. I thought I'd share this with you! '
Zelus blinked in confusion at the idea. What did she mean, share? It was just harvesting from a male, right? A burst of anger flared over the link, the idea that Pandinus was somehow taunting her drawing a laugh from the other side of the link.
'Taunt? Oh dear, no. I want you to understand just what we've been missing out. Are you ready? Because he's about to start !'
The quick burst of confusion was quickly cut off as the queens felt a long, wet organ begin to run over their marehoods. Zelus squealed in shock, feeling herself suddenly winking powerfully at the phantom sensations that were being transmitted from her sister. She fumbled for a memory, flashing the change over her body to protect her from the sensations of mating, trying to avoid the dangers of such things. It didn't matter though, as it wasn't her nerves that were transmitting the pleasure. Once more the tongue ran over Din's flower, drawing a moan of pleasure from Din and a squeak of fear from Zelus.
'Are you mad ?' the armored queen shouted through the link. 'You'll get us caught, get us killed, what are you, you, turn it off !'
Din just giggled, spreading her rear legs farther as her mate plunged his tongue deep inside her, running the fleshy organ over her sensitive insides and drawing mewls of pleasure from the younger queen. Zelus was staring ahead of her, glassy eyed as the pleasure washed over her like a wave, leaving both mares bucking against the stallions ministrations. Zelus fumbled for the connection while looking for a way to severe it, to at least remove the physical sensations, but lost her grip entirely a moment later.
'Oh, my favorite part !' Zelus heard the other queen giggle, just as she felt the stallions lips wrap around a small nub. A moment later Zelus screamed into her covers, a flash of white pleasure breaking any and all concentration she had. She'd read of such things occurring in pony relationships, read of them in some ratty books she'd picked up to pass the time. She'd dismissed them of course. Such things were dangerous, not even worth her time.
Now the stallion's humming and suckling on her clit was all she could think of, she felt themselves wink, a spatter of their juices being ejected from their drooling depths, one being intercepted by a stallions muzzle while the other spattered on the floor.
"I, I can't, please, you have to..." Zelus panted out, bucking her hips against the phantom of her sister's mate.
'Have to what? Oh! I know exactly what you want !' came the response. Their vision twisted slightly, Zelus watching as Din turned to her mate and giggled.
"I think that's enough tasting, why don't we get to the good part?"
The stallion leaned out from behind their flanks, walking out into sight. He bore a toothy grin, his stallionhood swinging freely beneath him as he stared hungrily at them, radiating the most potent lust and love Zelus had ever been subjected to.
"Are you certain? I mean, I could listen to those cute little moans and mewls of yours all night."
With a final nod from the queens, the stallion returned to their flanks, mounting them and aiming himself for their drooling holes. Zelus found herself staring in horrified fascination as he did so, feeling herself buck subconsciously against the nonexistent cock that was approaching. With a hiss of pleasure she felt it slide in, causing her to grit her teeth and clench her eyes shut. It didn't stop her from seeing everything though, as Pandinus was watching the entire time, hungrily egging the stallion on and giggling as he finally hilted and nibbled on her neck.
"I, Pandinus you're insane, you're going to, you're going to get killed!" Zelus squeaked out, feeling the stallion twitch inside them. She groaned at the sensations, feeling him begin to slide out before he pushed back in, his flare spreading her wider than she'd ever felt before. She felt his ring and flare dragging across her unprotected vagina, drawing sparks of pleasure that for some reason only seemed to excite the other queen.
'Silly Zelly, he's my mate, who's going to harm us in our own hive ?' Din responded, stopping to mewl in pleasure as the male shifted, driving into her at a new angle and bringing about another burst of pleasure in both mares.
'This is, is what we've been missing, sister. This, oh, is what he's given me, given us. It's, hah, coming...are you ready ?'
The older queen could only mewl a response, her mind being assaulted by the constant influx of pleasure racking her nerves. Cimmerian suddenly bit down on his mate, locking his front hooves around her barrel while driving himself into the mare with reckless abandon. Zelus found herself echoing her sister's screams of pleasure and desire as they reached a boiling point. With one last shudder, something inside the older mare, something that terrified her, gave way.
She came not with a scream but with a whimper, feeling her entire body tense up and feeling her marehood clench around the nonexistent stallion that was rutting her. She felt the warmth of seed being sent deep into their body, felt the warm contentment of a proper harvesting along with a feeling of safety she'd never known before. With a final shuddering breath, Zelus slumped into her covers.
'It was wonderful, wasn't it ?' came a dreamy question a moment later. 'I, I almost gave up the chance for this, and I know you never knew about it. I had to share, had to make you understand. Cadance told me just how badly I described my first time, just how much I left out, and I knew the only way to fully make you understand was by allowing you to feel it. '
Zelus' head rolled limply around on her bed, no energy to lift it presently in her body.
"I need, I need to...I want to be..."
'Shh, I will call you later on. You can spend the night with us, and we will talk in the morning. For now, I will tell him it is to reinforce your connection after your scare in the Castle ,' Din answered, brushing against her sister gently through the link. 'I love you, sister, and wish to see our hive flourish. Rest now, there will be plenty of love in our future, and our hive will become as strong as the love he holds for me. '
'Now rest. I have much more love to, extract from my mate .'
"Can, can I, please, can I..." the older queen muttered, weakly attempting to pull herself fully onto the bed. With a final giggle from the other end, she felt the pull, felt fully the amount of love that was being directed at her sister. She noticed the body was already setting up for the next round, the stallion already lifting himself and mounting her again, driving his shaft deep into her body and drawing a moan of pleasure from the queens. The stallion nibbled her neck, and she twisted, feeling her canal rubbing against him as she rotated on the bed. Zelus wrapped her sister's hooves around the stallion, pulling him into a deep kiss and moaning loudly into his mouth, feeling him rocking against her most sensitive spots. She no longer feared the contact though. It was the opposite in fact. She still feared the end, but it was knowing that sometime in the near future it would stop, not that her climax would result in her discovery. She knew a stallion and mare couldn't rut forever, so she bucked against him, trying to memorize every thrust, every twitch, every pulse of her borrowed heat around the male. She felt him kiss up and down her jaw, felt him nibble on her ears, heard him whisper dirty pleasures into her ears. Oh, it didn't matter to the mare anymore, that stallion could do whatever he wanted as long as he kept making her feel like this, making her feel so wonderfully full.
"Is that so?" Cimmerian whispered into her ear, causing Zelus to blush and Pandinus to laugh. Zelus hadn't meant to say it out loud, but it was too late now, and the stallion was now rocking against her faster, driving into her with more and more powerful strokes. She whined and mewled, thrashing her head about in ecstasy as he set off nerves that the mare had never known the existence of. With a final scream, she latched onto him, locking her sister's fangs into the stallion as her entire body convulsed with a powerful orgasm. The stallion just chuckled at her weak whimpers and spasms, continuing to rock against her and drive her into the bed.
With a final whimper of pleasure Zelus passed out, being pulled back to her own form by Pandinus.
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'Wake up .'
Zelus blinked, looking around her room in confusion for a moment. She could smell something ,something she'd never experienced before in the air as she looked around. Moving revealed an odd stiffness in her body, alleviated only by the fact that she felt full, felt her body full of love and using it to repair the muscle fatigue that she'd worked up the last few weeks.
'You're up, good. We've been done for about an hour now, and you can come in now .' Zelus heard from her sister. 'I've already told him, and he's agreed to let you stay with us. We'll talk further in the morning, I promise .'
Zelus got up mechanically, her eyes drifting back to her bed and noticing the ruined bedding that was now stuck to her bed, as well as the various stains all over the floor where she'd, where she'd...
'Oh by the First-Mother, what have I gotten myself into,' the queen lamented, but her fears were quickly crushed by memories of the experience. The pleasure, the love, oh there was just so much love. And now, now she would spend the night in absolute safety, a safety that according to Pandinus surpassed even her time deep in her mother's hive.
The armored queen slowly walked out of her room and into the main hive-chamber, her legs still shaking slightly as her body came to grips with its situation. She walked over to her sisters room and pushed open the door. The queen was instantly assaulted by the both alien and familiar scent, the musk of the stallion currently wrapped around the other changeling queen assailing her senses. Zelus shakily approached, following her sisters whispered orders and laying down between them. She sighed, relaxing into her sister's grip even as the apprehension faded from the male at her back.
"Sorry Din, I didn't realize it shook her up that much. I talked to her afterwards, and she said she was fine," the male said, letting a wing settle over Zelus.
The older mare smiled dumbly at the contact. Pandinus hid a giggle, tapping a hoof on her hive-sister's muzzle before nuzzling into her.
"She is fine, I just want to make sure she's okay. She seemed a little, out of it earlier, and I want to make sure it's not just exhaustion."
Cimmerian nodded, shifting a bit as Zelus cuddled into his side but fairly used to the contact by now.
"We'll discuss things in the morning, alright?"
"It's a bit late for that, my mate," the younger queen said with a content smile. "The sun is already rising, but the drones will keep things quiet for us. Sleep well, Cimmerian. Cadance and your advisors will see to things while we rest."
Zelus dozed off with the stallions wing draped over her back and her sister snuggled into her side. Once more she found the younger mare to be correct. Nothing she'd ever experienced to date came close to the sensations, to the absolute all-encompassing feeling of safety she felt in the presence of her sister's mate. If they could work it out and depending on how her sister's clutch went, maybe he'd be her mate too?
Author's Note
So you remember that swapping Cadance and Amare were doing? Well before I thought of that, I had this idea. The idea of sex being felt by two changeling queens at once just sent me giggling. And what better reward for defending your mate than to let the other queen know why you spend so much energy to protect him
Intercultural Relationships
Curiosity Leads to New Discoveries
Author's Note
When Cimmerian is away, the queens will play.
Takes place during Practice makes Perfect.
Curiosity Leads to New Discoveries
Pandinus carefully ran the brush over her sister, making note of the sensations and making changes to her own form accordingly. She stopped just under the wings as the other queen burst into giggles, an familiar sensation flooding their shared sense of touch.
"He's ticklish under the wings? Oh, I'm filing that away for later! Where else?"
So the experience continued, the two queens trading notes and learning a few tricks about brushing that would be put to use later. At long last though the two arrived at the part Zelus was dreading.
"You do know that if we do this too many times, Cimmerian's not going to be able to fly," Zelus chimed in. "I'm going to pull out too many feathers."
"Come on, it's not that bad. Besides, this time you'll feel how hard you're pulling and know when to stop. I'll go first to show you the amount of force you should be using," Din explained, both queens preparing for the preening practice. It didn't take long for Din to once more run across a few sensations that struck her as strange.
"What is, whoa! That's what he felt when I did that earlier?" Din asked as the queens both gasped. The smaller queen had accidentally hit a sensitive point on the wings once more, discovering the warm echo it left in both their bodies. Curious, Padninus began working on the area specifically, attempting to find the full range of contact the point was occupying.
"S-stop it, we're supposed to be, we're supposed to be practicing," Zelus moaned, her wings tensing up.
"I am practicing. I need to know what will make Cimmerian feel good. This is very important information to have, Zelus. I would think you'd be more than happy to help. Maybe we can get him to, hmm reward us?" the smaller queen said, her hum buzzing against her hive-sister's wings. Zelus squeaked at the pleasure running through her body, but the second she tried to move away Pandinus was making her move.
"What's the rush, Zelly? We've plenty of time before Cimmerian returns for the night, and we're far from done. There's just so much more to learn!"
Zelus gave a worried squeak as her hive sister began to grind sensually against her flank, nibbling on the shape shifted mare's neck and running her tongue up and down Zelus' neck much like Cimmerian had done in the past.
"B-but we can't feed on each other! Why would you want to do this? It doesn't do anything for us!"
"Because it feels nice," Din answered easily, easing back and preening the larger changelings other wing, quivering in delight as the sensations were shared. "I love the feeling, enjoy feeling the sensations that I've come to associate with my mate. He may not always be here though, so why could we not enjoy some time together without him? Besides, Sapphire and Cadance's memories say such things are easily done even if there is no male. I wish to try some of these things."
Din began preening the changeling turned alicorn once more, making certain to spend extra time on any locations that elicited a sensual reaction from the other mare. Before long, Zelus' excuses were running dry while her marehood was sopping wet, each wink ejecting a bit of lubrication.
Din turned back to their flanks, raising her tail and giggling a bit when she found they were both dripping wet. In fact, she made special note of the fact that Zelus' flower seemed to be dribbling an overabundance of fluids. Much more than a changeling usually gave off.
"I thought you said this wasn't doing anything for you? Our bodies are telling a different story"
For her own part, Zelus was weakly pawing the sheets, feeling herself begin to prepare for a rut. She'd made the body as close to natural as she could manage, and it was beginning to leak all over the bed in anticipation of what was to come. Not wishing to leave her hive sister hanging, Din backed off and trailed the thick form of her alicorn tongue over Zelus' winking heat. Both queens shuddered, the connection telling Pandinus exactly what was being done to the second shape shifter.
"Oh, this is going to be fun!" Din muttered, grasping Zelus' flanks and driving her muzzle deep into the larger mare's nethers. Zelus squealed as she felt the tongue begin to search the inside of her canal, running up and down her need and sending both of them moaning in pleasure. Din's own moans were lost in Zelus' depths, the vibrations from the moans just adding to the sensations.
This is heavenly ,' Zelus mentally whimpered, her tail raised as high as possible.
'Now I know why ponies do this even when they're not viable ,' Din answered. 'I wonder what would happen if ...'
Suddenly Zelus was rolled onto her back, the smaller mare jumping onto the bed and placing her own heat right above Zelus' muzzle. A look of understanding flashed over the older queen's face and she plunged in, both of them moaning lewdly as Zelus returned the earlier ministrations. That wasn't to be the end of it though. As Zelus worked over Pandinus' lower lips, Pandinus began once more lapping at Zelus' winking need, leaving the mares feeling the sensation of two tongues working their dribbling flowers.
Zelus squirmed, the sensations leaving her body clenching in anticipation of her coming climax. Curious of what such a shared experience would yield since the last few the two had shared had been from Pandinus to Zelus, Din began suckling on her hive-sister's clit, remembering just how powerful the sensations had been from her own experiences.
She nearly burst into giggles despite the situation. The first time she'd mated with the stallion, he'd tried doing this to her and she'd yelled at him for not just rutting her. Now she looked forward to such things. Not just for the love and seed either, nor the joy and happiness the male gave off in reaction to her squirming, but for the waves of pleasure such contact brought about.
Pandinus hummed and suckled the other queen to bliss, feeling the building sensation inside both of them. She knew they were almost there now. With how their current connection worked, it would be impossible for one to climax without pulling the other over that peak as well. It wasn't Pandinus that sent them over the edge though.
Zelus had been busy running her tongue up and down the smaller mare's tunnel, allowing Din to work their clits while she employed a more thorough method. As they worked, the larger mare began noticing a strange bump on the vaginal wall and paid close attention to the echos of pleasure it yielded. It was extremely sensitive to any and all contact so she waited, finding the perfect moment to employ it. The moment she knew Pandinus was busy on their clit, trying to rush the last bit to their peak, she struck. Zelus began working the bump over viciously, barely surpressing her own reactions as she felt the younger mare buck against her.
The two queen's cried out into each other's depths, the flashing fire of dropping disguises lighting up the room temporarily as their shattered focus dropped the transformations.
"I, I hope we have that in our changeling form," Din gasped, finally managing to free her muzzle from the grip of Zelus' seizing opening.
Coughing and spitting Din's weak flood of fluids away, Zelus chuckled softly.
"Give me, give me a second to catch my breath and, I'll gladly find out."
After a few seconds spent gasping and attempting to get some sensation other than pleasure into their minds, Pandinus lifted herself off of the bed and trotted over to her desk. Pulling open a drawer, she withdrew a large bottle of brightly glowing love, popped the cork, and took a few chugs. After the potent elixir had done its job of refreshing her, she levitated it to Zelus, who also drank greedily. About half the bottle was consumed, enough to feed a queen for nearly a week, but it was to be used for other purposes. Both queens focused, directing the energy to bring life back into their fatigued bodies and preparing for a second round of experimentation.
"Ok, I think I'm good. Same as before, only as queens?" Din asked, a large grin on her face as she put the potent love on the desk. She didn't want it too close to the bed in case they spilled it, but neither was she ready to put it away just yet.
Zelus grinned lecherously, now fully invested in the activity and wanting to waste no time in rejoining their quest for pleasure. They met just shy of the bed and pulled into a heated kiss, Din humping into the larger mare as their lips locked together. It felt right, like it was something they were supposed to be doing, like something that would only improve the sensations that were to follow.
Parting, the two giggled at the flush of feelings that had just traded between them, the weird echo of each other's mouths and the rebounding sounds of heartbeats. Using her larger bulk to the advantage, Zelus pushed forward, pinning the smaller mare to the floor under her weight and grinding needily against her hive-sister. In a moment of inspiration, the larger queen disappeared in a flash of fire once more, this time taking the form of Cimmerian.
"Oh, now that I can appreciate," Pandinus muttered before the other queen shoved her new organ into the smaller mare, earning a simultaneous squeal of pleasure from the two. Even as she started to feel detached as the pleasure flooded her mind, Din couldn't help but laugh. Zelus was so lost to the pleasure she didn't seem to notice she forgot to change her voice.
Zelus panted, rutting the younger queen with abandon as she felt the building pleasure inside of them. She had no idea how much pleasure or just how sensitive the new organ was supposed to be, but that wasn't the point. She was getting all the pleasure she needed from her connection with Pandinus. The dick was molded perfectly, every vein replicated to the smallest detail. It was an exact copy of the stallion's rod; from the swinging balls to the flared tip. She was certain of it. After all, it was the only one she'd bothered to remember over the years. It was also the only one she'd truly felt.
Instead she focused on what Pandinus was feeling, allowing the ecstasy of mating to roll over her and carry her on. She shifted, aiming for the point she remembered from earlier and was rewarded with a white flash of pleasure that caused both of them to clench, gripping each other tightly before resuming their pace. Spurred on by her success she began trying different depths and angles, both queens taking special note of what they found to be the most powerful of sensations. It vaguely occurred to Zelus that she would need to experiment later from the receiving end to learn of her own sensitivities, but at this point it was something she was looking forward to. Giving a few last thrusts and feeling the ring clipping Din's clit, Zelus held tightly to the smaller mare as her transformation faded away with the bliss of an orgasm. It left them both clenching uselessly, but that hardly mattered at this point.
It took much longer this time for the two to recover from their peak. Pandinus managed to roll the other mare off of her and stand up, carefully levitating the rest of the love over to herself. She just didn't have the physical strength left to walk to the desk. She chugged about half of the jar, relishing in the intense flavor and the energy but soon realizing just how much love she burned to keep going. After only two orgasms, the love she burned to keep her body active was beyond what she had access to at the moment. Would even three full jars be worth what the mare pulled from her mate to keep going?
"I, I guess this is it," Din said, passing the rest of the jar to Zelus. The larger mare weakly swallowed it, only managing to make it back to the bed before her legs gave out a second time.
'Poor Zelly. We're going to need to improve her stamina if she's going to be mating with Cimmerian in the future,' Din thought with a smile. Approaching the older mare's displayed and still leaking flower, Pandinus began once more running her tongue up and down the outside, earning a pitiful mewl of pleasure as Zelus realized that somehow Din wasn't as exhausted as she was.
'How? How are you still going ?' Zelus asked over the link, not having the breath to voice the question.
'Simple. Cimmerian can go for at least an hour, and we usually try to peak at least three times each time ,' the smaller mare answered, never removing her muzzle from her hive-sister's nethers. 'Once your body adapts to this kind of thing, it is easier to recover; it will take less energy and you'll be able to go longer. That, and the love he radiates is at least twice the potency of what was in the jar. '
That had been an odd discovery. The love focused on her by the stallion was so potent at times it couldn't be properly recreated with the emotion gel. The gel couldn't hold it at that concentration, it just began to break down due to the strain. The love from a creature given to his mate just seemed to be something changelings would need to experience for themselves.
Pandinus dove in with what was left of her energy. She'd have to be careful of course, as she didn't want to finish so hard she was unable to get back in bed. She flipped Zelus onto her back, already planning on spending the rest of their time together resting on the larger mare's barrel. She snaked her tongue inside once more, this time searching for the lump that Zelus had found earlier. Whipping her prehensile tongue over the entirety of the moaning shape shifter's insides, it didn't take long for her to find it, working it mercilessly as she felt the powerful build up one last time. It was going to be wonderful, just as they always seemed to be.
She gave a few more licks to Zelus' lower lips before a devious grin split her muzzle. Wrapping her lips around Zelus' clitoris one last time, she braced herself on the bed and buzzed her wings.
Both mare's squealed as the vibrating lips on their clit sent them over the edge once more. Zelus gave a few weak bucks before slumping senselessly on the bed. Even over the link, Din couldn't hear any activity from the armored queen. Slowly and shakily the smaller changeling stood, barely managing to get into bed under her own power. She took her place in her hive-sister's forelegs, nuzzling gently into the embrace and returning it with what little strength she had left. Even as she dozed off, she saw the door swing open, her mate walking in and spotting the two in an obvious position. She could taste his confusion turn to shock, then resignation as he shook his head.
He made a few comments, once more changed the sheets (much to her irritation), and climbed into bed beside the two of them.
Din smiled as she sat there, so close to her hive sister and mate. It was so close to perfect. Only one obstacle remained. Seeing as how the two queens rutting hadn't evoked the same reaction this time, perhaps they were almost there? Perhaps they'd almost reached the day when he'd accept them as one, and love them both with the same intensity?