Despite the strange look of Terror Waves' body, Ian had definitely found arousal in her touch. He was curled up in a bed, still deep in her body, and was learning to like the feel of her tentacles gently exploring him. His body reacted, and he pulled her upper body closer to him. "More?"

"I… I think I am pregnant…" Terror's voice sounded like bubbling water as she laughed. "Wait!" Her shock at Ian's enthusiasm turned to confusion as he rolled her onto her back. As his body drew up, out, her voice trailed off to a soft sigh.

Ian smiled at the strange mare. "You paid Click for my services." The knowledge that Click was in full control of his libido was more than a little thrilling, but Ian was beyond caring if it was the bot pony's work that made him horny or his own enjoyment of the situation. He crashed down against Terror, pushing himself fully inside her again. As her tentacles slowly roamed up and down his body, he began to set a pace that wasn't hurried. "Besides…" His voice was sharp, coming between thrusts. "I owe you for the… thingy…"

Terror laughed in her burbling fashion. "Thingy?" Arching her back up into his thrusts, she met the virile male halfway. "Thingy? That 'thingy' was a lot of work!" The speed of his thrusts sped up, and Terror couldn't get more words out.

Bucking his hips down, filling the mare's strange body with his hard shaft again and again, Ian leaned in and kissed her wide mouth. His pace faltered when a tendril found his rear again, but he neither minded nor wanted her to stop her invasion of him.

Regaining his pace, Ian had barely a moment to realize that the tentacle in his ass was touching something very sensitive before his world imploded. Pleasure ripped through him, and Ian's hips took over, slamming into Terror as fast and as hard as they could.

Neither of the pair could stop; Terror adored the feeling of her lover losing control, and Ian had little thoughts in his head at all as Terror massaged his prostate. But the ride couldn't last forever. Shoving his tongue into Terror Waves' mouth, Ian licked the flat front of her saw-blade teeth, just as he exploded.

The hot rush of fluid inside Terror pushed her past any attempts to hold back. She squirmed and writhed. She squeezed Ian's prostate a little harder, as lightning shot through her body. Every part of her was on fire with pleasure.

Ian's body almost seemed controlled by Terror. She pressed at his prostate, and he bucked a little more. But like it or not, his refractory period was washing in on him, and Ian slumped into the grip of Terror's tentacles.

Terror felt like her blood was on fire. She tangled Ian up, and kissed him back with her deadly mouth. "You… you are insati… insa… buck you are good…" She blinked her huge eyes up at the distracted male atop her.

The pair of them lay together, tangled up with each other and unwilling to move. But almost at the same moment, both their bellies grumbled about the need for food. Ian roused from the delightful slumber first. The slight itch of need was not quite as strong anymore, and he realized that Click Clack was giving him a message that it was time to leave the poor sea monster be.

"Ohhhh…" Terror's back arched as Ian started pulling up and away. Her huge eyes watched him perfectly in the dim light, and she couldn't help but admire his shaft. It wasn't hard, but even flaccid he was more than comparable to a stallion. "Wait… you're a mess." She undulated her eel-like body and lifted up onto her tentacles. Moving closer, she kept herself at groin height so that Ian would know exactly what her intention was. Her mouth opened and closed very carefully around him.

Ian stared at Terror's face, her huge eyes—even for a type of pony—were fixed up at him. He knew the horror of teeth inside her mouth, but something long and dexterous coiled around his shaft and protected it from harm. He let out a groan as Terror cleaned him off, and when she finally pulled back and let his trapped member see light again not only was it glistening, but it was rock hard once more.

"There. I can't let you go without putting you back in the condition I found you in." Terror licked her lips, pulling in every drop of his seed and her own fluids mixed. "You are a strange pony, Ian."

"I'm not a pony." Ian's legs wobbled a little as he climbed from the bed, and the action earned an appreciative burbling giggle from Terror. "I'm not!" Looking around the room, he spotted a dressing robe that had been hung on the door for him. The item, when he reached for it, was fantastically soft and thick, and perfectly tailored to his body. A rush of warmth accompanied the last revelation—the mares really were taking good care of him. "Are you hungry?"

"You want to watch me eat?" Gliding on her undulating tentacles, Terror found her cloak on the chest of draws to one side of the big bed.

Ian opened the door only when Terror Waves had clothed herself. "Sure, why not? I live with an insect-eater, a carnivore, a pony who thinks she is a carnivore, and a mare who stares at us all disapprovingly from behind her salad." Ian ticked his lovers off on one hand. "And that isn't even touching Chatter's diet."

"Point taken. Okay, let's go get this over with." Terror flicked her tail as she followed Ian out the bedroom door and then down the stairs. She expected to be tossed out, it was how she had been treated by the few ponies she had gotten close to, once they had what they wanted from her.

"Here he is. I told you if I turned down his libido he would stop banging her." Click Clack beamed happily, ignoring Solid's frown at her choice of language.

"How was it? I hear tentacles are so awesome!" Chatter was behind the bar, pouring drinks for a regular patron. "You know, I could turn into something with tentacles, if you like? What about a tatzl pony?" No sooner said, than done; Chatter's body flashed with green fire and her normal unicorn disguise was changed. A thick tail swayed behind her, and she flicked out three tongues, one after the other.

"Back off, Wobbles." Screech glared at the changeling. "Your turn is next, so let him have a break." The admonishment earned Screech a triple-raspberry from Chatter. "Are you both okay? Would you like a drink Ian? What about you, Terror was it?"

"W-Water will be fine." Terror was taken aback by the offer. "Maybe I should just go—"

"Nonsense." Solid looked to Terror, her eyes having been studying Ian since he came down the stairs. "Sit down and have a drink. Are you hungry too?"

Terror was feeling out of her depth—a strange sensation for a pony that is at home in the darkest parts of the ocean. Reaching up, she flipped back her hood to reveal her fear-inducing features.

"What do you eat?" Chatter, still wearing her Tatzl pony look, set a glass and a pitcher of water on the table. "Is it something messy? Maybe you need a particular kind of—"

"Just, uh… fish entrails…" Terror's armor of fear was doing nothing for her, and she was off-guard because of it. "Just whatever you can get out of a fish, but the insides are the best bits, and as fresh as you can get it…"

A normal pony would faint, or run screaming; Chatter snaked out one tongue and tapped her jaw with it. "I will have to check the cool room. We have been substituting some of Rake and Snaps' food with fish lately." She turned and trotted for the back room, leaving an astonished Terror staring at her thick, swaying tail.

"Told you." Ian slipped into a seat beside Screech, and put one arm around her. She countered with her torn wing-arm and hugged him in return. "Terror thought she would be too freaky to hang out here." Ian leaned against Screech, resting his head against her neck.

"Pfft," Screech rolled her slit eyes, "you can't out-freak us. We gathered all the biggest freaks in Canterlot together. We are a pit of freaky awesomeness." She speared a little chunk of food on her plate with a fork—held by her hoof—and lifted it up to Ian's mouth. A little thrill ran through her when he dutifully opened up and let her feed him.

Chatter returned then, carrying a plate balanced on one tongue, a big chopping block with another, and the last carrying a big cleaver. "Ah goth ya footh!" She set the empty plate down, and then put the block beside it. Laying across the chopping block was a brace of descaled fish, and before Terror could blink the changeling brought her cleaver down.

"You lot are freaks…" Terror grinned as she said the words, and reached up with a tentacle to grab one of the fish heads. "But you are pretty cool." Opening her mouth wide, she tossed the chilled head into her maw and clamped down on it. A shiver of delight ran through Terror as the flavor of the fish hit her. "This is great!"

Ian didn't have long to appreciate the strange mare's delight, Chatter had slid down beside him and nuzzled against his cheek. "So, you want more tentacles? Or do you want something more exotic?" She rubbed his jar with a tongue as he gulped down another mouthful of food from Screech.

Gulping down his food, Ian looked into Chatter's eyes. "I want you, not any pretend games, Chatter. I want to feel you around me, I want to watch your body tense as I take you, and I want to feed you as best I can." The words came from his heart, and he saw shock in Chatter's face. Shock, and hunger.

"Ha." Screech drew her wing back from Ian, surrendering him to Chatter. "Look at her face! You actually shut her up for a second!"

Chatter leaned around Ian and poked Screech in the ribs. "You are the worst bat ever, do you know that?"

"Worst, or best?" Screech leaned forward and kissed Chatter on the lips. The astonished changeling was left quiet for a few moments. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Ian leaned back and got between the two mares deliberately. Pressing his mouth forward, he kissed Chatter on the lips. It was intended to be something brief, but Chatter seemed to have other ideas. Three tongues immediately petitioned for access to Ian's mouth, and he gave it. It was so strange having three tongues searching around his mouth, that Ian didn't notice green bursts of fire flaring around him.

Screech watched Chatter form the spell of teleportation. "Goodb—"

"Now, where were we?" Chatter was back to her normal self after the teleport, her chitin only marred at her right shoulder. "Oh, that's right. Since you have been a good stallion, I will let you choose."

"Choose what?" Ian leaned to nuzzle Chatter, but the changeling gently rebuked him by moving backwards, towards her bed.

"Top, or bottom?" A collar floated over from one side of the room, and a riding crop from the other; both were held in green magic.

"Top." Ian didn't hesitate. "Are you using more magic because you are eating more?" He reached up and took both crop and collar from Chatter's grip. Opening up the collar, he reached out with it and wrapped it around Chatter's throat.

"All your fault, Master." Chatter melted a little as the collar pinched around her neck. She felt Ian's clever fingers closing the fastening and fixing it in place. "You make all my herd-sisters happy."

"And when they are happy, you are well-fed." Ian gave a tug on the collar, smiling at the little gasp of excitement from the changeling. Looking around, he frowned at not spotting something to use as a leash.

"Master, your servant is ready to please you." Chatter kept her voice low, her head dipped so that she was gazing at Ian's feet. His hands touched her collar again, and this time she felt him tying something to it. Looking up, Chatter saw the impromptu leash made from the belt of Ian's robe. "Mast—" She didn't get any further; Ian tugged on the leash and jerked her head forward so that her nose poked between the now parted robe and right against Ian's growing erection.

Large fangs brushed Ian's shaft just before Chatter took him in her mouth. Keeping her leash short, he started thrusting into her maw, taking his pleasure from her just like she had begged him to. "You are a good little slave, bug." Reaching down, Ian wrapped a hand around her horn to hold her head as he wanted it.

Chatter felt hot, excited. Her nature let her slide between dominant and submissive, and she was almost deliriously happy to have found a stallion similarly attuned. Wrapping her long, thin tongue around the hefty shaft in her mouth, she milked and suckled on it. Appreciative sounds from Ian, along with his rock-hard stature told Chatter she was doing a good job. She closed her eyes, letting Ian control her by her horn.

Close to his end, Ian pulled Chatter away from his groin. "No, slave. I need more of your kind, so I think tonight we will spend-d-d—" Ian stuttered to a half in his speech. His need amplified, and he knew Click Clack had just amped his fertility up to maximum. "Spend tonight screwing you senseless."

Ian's voice sounded different to Chatter: throaty and course. She pulled back on the leash, trying to jerk Ian towards the bed. "Please, Master, I need to be filled with your foals." She waggled her rear towards her stallion, and heard a delightful groan from him.

The sight before Ian was almost mesmerizing. Her vulva looked almost perfectly like any other pony's, but there was a sheen to it that had nothing to do with how moist Chatter was. From his history with the mare, he knew she was anything but pony-like inside. He stumbled forwards, but rather than let Chatter lead him to the bed, he yanked back on her leash. Chatter's insides—and he speared them as quickly as he could—were soft and obliging, but there was a strange sensation when he was within her.

Chatter froze where she was. Ian was inside her, stretching her body in ways that made her arch her back and shiver. She turned her head to look back and up at him, just in time for him to pull back and buck forward again. The force of his shove almost took her foreleg out from under her, but when he followed up with more firm shoves, she gave up and folded her forequarters down to the ground.

Grabbing Chatter's tail fin with one hand, Ian kept pulling back on the leash while he drove into Chatter's body again and again. On a short fuse from the blowjob the mare had given him, he couldn't hold back long.

With her own climax inexorably linked to that of her partner, Chatter felt as Ian reached closer to his peak. Just as she was sure he would lose himself, she clamped down with the internal muscles and limbs, her changeling vagina grabbing her stallion's shaft.

Ian froze in place as Chatter locked herself around him. The strong muscles of her vulva clamped to his shaft, and inside it felt like dozens of fingers were stroking him. He didn't care how strange it felt, because the oddly erotic sensations pushed him over the edge. Transferring her leash to his teeth, Ian grabbed the changeling's hindquarters and pulled her as tight against him as he could, while his body sprayed load after load of his magically fertile seed.

Chatter buzzed her wings and chirped repeatedly. She trembled in bliss and felt more than simple chemicals at work. Ian fed her love in a torrent, and while she fed on that, she kept up her ministrations on his shaft.

Legs wobbling, Ian knew he couldn't stand for much longer. He slumped forward over Chatter, landing along her body and pinning her to the floor. With the changeling mare's hips keeping his own body raised, he leaned down so that his head was beside Chatter's. "You are a good slave, but don't think we are done at just one foal."

Gasping in bliss, Chatter started to massage Ian with her insides, bringing his deflating shaft back to hardness again. "Of course, Master."

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