Chatter stirred from strange dreams. Her thoughts were thick with imaginings, eggs, nymphs, a new hive. She would be its queen, and they would all live in harmony with the ponies of Equestria. A gentle touch along her crest reminded her of the real world. She buzzed her wings a little, letting out a soft chirp as Ian stroked her mane-fin again and again.

Without having to even try, Chatter could taste the thick, heady taste of Ian's love for her. She chirped a little more and curled her only foreleg around him to hug him tightly. Their lips met, and the love swamping her grew thicker. She chirped and chirped, kissing Ian and crying little tears of pure joy.

Ian couldn't stop himself, and Chatter didn't seem inclined to, from gently working himself between her back legs, rolling the changeling to her back and sliding into her. Her body was soft, amazingly so considering her chitin. Slow and steady thrusts were the order of the day. Ian groaned and clung tight to Chatter's shoulders, one of his hands exploring the missing socket of her right shoulder.

She stared up at Ian, at the power he radiated, and the love. Chatter was so deeply in love with the human she couldn't put words to it. Instead, riding the pleasure he seemed to insist on shoving into her, Chatter nuzzled along his neck, nibbling with her sharp fangs to remind him that she was just as strange as he.

As Ian's fingers ran over the slightly puckered flesh around Chatter's shoulder, he felt the talisman suddenly activate again. Nothing could stop him now, and his body took on a life of its own. Riding the wave of desire, letting it pour him into Chatter, he drove himself until he exploded inside of her body again.

Chatter milked Ian's shaft, her inner muscles gripping at him, while other parts started to tug and stroke. She felt him cling even tighter to her body as she drew out his orgasm from seconds, into minutes. Finally, she released her grip. She relaxed herself and let Ian go, but to Chatter's delight he stayed inside her, his body pressed to hers as close as could be. "I love you, Ian."

"I love you, too." Ian couldn't hold back the words any more than he could hold back the ocean. He stared into the changelings eyes and touched his lips to hers in another kiss.

Screech stretched and opened the door. "Come on, it will be busy soon." She looked back over her shoulder, into the bedroom she had shared with Ian. She didn't blame him that her belly wasn't swelling yet, after all, it meant he had to keep working at it.

"Coming." Ian pulled on his pants and shirt, but the problem he was having was distraction based; he couldn't stop staring at Screech from behind. Her body was honed and powerful, and without seeing her stretching, shredded wing it would be impossible to tell she was anything but perfect. Ian knew every inch of her wing, had run his lips and fingers over it, felt the puckered tears and jutting finger bones.

Frozen, Screech stared at her stallion. Ian was apparently stunned, spellbound just looking at her. Months ago, she would have assumed he was freaking out at her appearance, but he had proven to her again and again that he found her attractive. She hated how aroused his gaze left her; she would have to work for hours without a hint of a cold shower, or something better. "Get your p-pants on."

Ian laughed as Screech left. "Love you!" Jumping up to his feet, he got his pants up to mid-thigh when a big shape stepped into the doorway. "Love you too, Snaps." His soft words caused the big timber wolf to grin a bit wider, but an almost overwhelming smell hit him like a truck.

Musk, arousal, "pheromones"; call it what you want, but Snaps was leaking it in the height of her estrus. Ian watched Snaps' stare, and it wasn't at his throat. "Pants off?"

"Pants off!" Rake squeezed between Snaps and the doorway, turning and nuzzling at the wolf's paw before groveling forward. "It usually comes on quick and lasts forever, guess that isn't going to be the case today. Get ready, she is going—" She never got the rest out, the moment Ian had his pants down Snaps pounced.

Finding himself suddenly horizontal on the floor, Ian was looking up at the wolfess' eyes, but still her gaze was elsewhere. A slow, hungry lick ran from his balls all the way over his groin and up to his belly button. Ian squirmed, but something wild started to take hold. Moving fast and deliberate, he grabbed Snaps by the neck and wrestled out from under her.

Heat exploded in Ian's groin, and the thinking part of him recognized Click Clack activating the talisman. It fed the beast inside him. "Come on Snaps!" He stepped sideways, trying to walk around Snaps, knowing he needed to be behind her to get what they both wanted.

Like her namesake, Snaps bared her teeth and made a wood-rattling snapping sound. She was an alpha bitch, and she wouldn't let just any dog on her; even her mate needed to work for his position. Turning to face the human, she growled at him, partly in challenge, partly in need.

Lunging, Snaps tried to grab at Ian, but her dog was quick and canny. She snarled in delight as he shoved her head aside and thumped her in the shoulder. The strength of the blow knocked her sideways, but she was quickly back and facing him again. When Ian came at her, Snaps was surprised for the first time in their mating dance. Surprised, and very pleased.

A token effort to snap at her dog was all Snaps could manage, her need was growing, and the display of strength from Ian was making her body ache for him. She stumbled as his clever fingers clawed up and pushed her past him. He was behind her, and it was exactly how things should be.

Ian watched Snaps' tail cock to the side, and he didn't need to think at all anymore as she presented herself to him. He was hard, ready, and wet as he could see Snaps to be, he shoved his hips forward and claimed her.

Rake's eyes were wide. She had been sparring with Ian herself, and watched him and Snaps tousle from time to time, but the fight had been short and definitive. As Snaps let loose a howl, Rake raced to the door and slammed it shut. She crawled forward, belly to the floor, and nuzzled around the legs of her alphas.

Power and dominance surged in Ian, over and over her plowed into the wolfess. Some study of wolves had taught him that bitches rarely reach their own peak during mating, but he strived to push Snaps there regardless. Grabbing hold, and reestablishing his grip every so often, he used the firm grasp on her back to drive himself hard against her rump.

Snap had never known another mate, nor had she any idea this wasn't how sex was meant to be. Where another bitch would be happy with what she was getting already, Snaps knew there was something amazing to come. Ian plowed in and out, even lifting one leg to shove harder. The motion felt like an auger boring deep into her heartwood, and it sent her wild with anticipation. A glance back over her shoulder revealed her dog deeply focused on his task, on her.

The panting, growling, and howling suddenly hit a peak, and Rake's head shot up from where she was licking her alphas' feet. Snaps had her back arched, her rear end anchored for Ian to fill. She filled the room with her voice as she praised her mate. The pegasus turned to look at Ian next, he was snarling and growling, still humping at Snaps before he too broke the dam holding back his pleasure.

Ian clung tight to Snaps, fingers digging into the wood of her back, trying to keep himself inside as his body unloaded the magically enhanced seed deep into the wolf. Snaps slumped under him, and gracelessly they both folded and fell to the floor.

The feeling of a face pushing between them startled Ian for a moment, until he recognized Rake. Rumbling a welcome growl in his throat, Ian slowly pulled back, letting Rake lap at where his and Snaps' bodies were joined, cleaning them both as he came free. The licking continued, once Rake had Snaps reasonably clean, and Ian realized the wolf-like pony was trying to get him hard again. Normally, for a regular human unaffected by magic, it would be a tough job. Ian had enough magic flooding him from the bound talisman that Rake's labor was quickly rewarded.

Rake's palate was drowning in the musky-sweet taste of semen and thin tree sap. She licked around her lips trying to clean it up, but honestly didn't care about mess. A deep growl caught her off guard, and turning, she looked up to see Snaps looking right at her. A soft whine came from her own throat, instinctively giving ground to her sister, and the moment the wolfess recognized the sound she yapped at Rake.

New drive seized Ian, and he growled at Rake and grabbed at her with a hand. She didn't struggle, turning and offering herself to him freely and with a happy whine. Slick with Rake's saliva, Ian drove into her. He grabbed her tail—when it didn't move fast enough—and pulled it out of his way. The beast within took him again, and if there was a chance Ian could turn into a timber wolf, he would have then and there. Snarling like an animal, he claimed the pack's weaker bitch.

Rake started her own howl. It wasn't as loud or as deep as Snaps' had been, but it was hers. Locking her back legs, she had to scramble with her forehooves to keep from being pushed forward with the force of Ian's breeding. Finally, she spread her wings and flapped them, using every trick she could to hold still for her dog.

Ian was on a short fuse, but experience was starting to pay off for him, and he kept riding Rake's body. Her depths were warmer, softer, but she didn't clench down as much as Snaps did. When Rake's hooves slipped, and her wings missed a beat, he growled and leaned over the mare, digging his flat, blunt teeth into her withers.

Rolling her eyes up, Rake trembled in complete bliss as Ian grabbed on like a real dog should. Neither of them were ponies in that moment, both were wolves in the wrong bodies, and they bred like animals.

Grabbing hold of one wing at its base, Ian's other hand groped, missed Rake's wing, and instead found her ribcage. His fingers traced each rib that stuck out of the perpetually skinny pegasus, finally digging in and holding. Each thrust was a thunderous shove, and Ian was having to work hard on not losing himself. When he heard Rake's tone change, and felt her body clamp down on his shaft, he knew he had done it. Unable to hold back his lust any longer, Ian's body blasted hot, potent seed into Rake, plowing her fertile depths and, thanks to the same magic that put pups in Snaps, put a foal into Rake's womb.

The door of the room swung open, and Solid Built was framed by the brighter light of the hallway. "Can you three keep it—" She cut her words off at the sight. She had known Snaps' demands of Rake, that the mare wouldn't get to breed with Ian—with the talisman—until after her season was taken care of.

"S-S-Sorry…" Ian smiled up at the big mare, his hips giving another shove into Rake. "Well… no we're not…" He panted a few times, body at the edge of exhaustion. "C-Can you close the door?"

"Is this congratulations, then?" Solid looked to Snaps first, and saw a satisfied grin on the dozing timber wolf's face. The big canine's glowing eyes were closed, and she looked as content as could be.

"Th-Think so—" Rake had to cut her words short as Ian bucked against her again. She didn't care, probably wouldn't care if the bar was on fire.

"Come in or close the door, Mama Solid." His voice deep, hungry, Ian looked up at Solid Built. Her belly had a slight bulge to it the big mare normally lacked, and she knew Ian was looking right at it.

"Clean up when you can, we could use another hoof downstairs." Solid had to retreat, lest she leave her bar even more short-staffed. Sometimes work was annoying like that, every part of her body below her neck wanted to walk into the room and lock herself up with Ian, Snaps, and Rake.

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