Good Intentions

"Silverstream?" Gallus's voice rose in pitch as his mind registered his own surprise, and he quickly opened the door all the way, coming face to face with the disguised doppelganger. His fur was disheveled and eyes tinged with red that spoke to the nature of the last few hours. Despite that, in a display of gryphon stubbornness, he managed to put on a brave face and casual stance, at least after the initial shock had worn off. This only increased the overwhelming sympathy the changeling felt in that moment, more even than for the other half of this tragedy. Silverstream had been upset, but that anger kept her from feeling the pain, but Gallus lacked such defense mechanisms, and had only guilt and self-loathing to drown in. It had always been obvious he was sensitive far beyond the usual for his race, a trait she adored in him, even if it meant her approach would have to be extra tactful. With a sigh she subconsciously used her expressive bird eyes to meet his, and let fall into place a simple regretful and apologetic expression.
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"Gallus, I am sorry. I got carried away and ended up exaggerating everything. I just can't stay mad at y---" Her prepared speech was suddenly cut short by the air pressed from her lungs. Gallus had uncharacteristically daringly leaped forward and embraced her in a hug that could only be described as vice-like. The surreal moment lasted just long enough to allow the gryphon's ecstatic emotions to seep into her and cause the changeling to shudder with delight. When Gallus finally withdrew he was grinning with such enthusiasm that Ocellus could not help but do the same.

"Heh, sorry, but I still owed you one for that time in the caves." He paused to reminisced on something that Ocellus sadly was not privy to, then continued "I am so sorry for everything, for betraying your trust, for losing sight of what is important to me, and for being too much of a numbskull to just accept I messed up. I want you to know that I love you, and will make it up to you!"

Ocellus would have rolled her eyes if it hadn't undermined her goals, if only her friends understood how easy it was to make amends. On the bright side, she would have something to tease the gryphon with whenever he decided to get a little too on her case about her study habits. Still, now all she had to do was convince Gallus to repeat those words to the real Silverstream and everything would be--

Once more Gallus managed to catch her off-guard when he unexpectedly grasp one of her foreclaws and met her eyes with his own "I know words are not going to cut it this time, so I wanted to make it up to you. And I know juuust the way to do it." He winked at her, and blushed? His strange expression was mixed with emotions Ocellus was unsure how to discern. Excitement, anxiety, arousal? Before the shapeshifter could formulate a responds the insistent pull of her friend had dragged her into his room.

The door swung shut with a lazy push of Gallus's claw and he turned toward the confused Silverstream. His gazed lingered on her expectantly, but when she showed no sign of understanding he spoke up somewhat awkwardly.

"Well... I thought that, being how this whole thing started because I was too selfish to try out something new, and then I went and hurt your feelings, I would get over myself and give my lady her wish." The strange mixture of emotions kept pulsing from Gallus, growing in intensity with each passing moment. Ocellus uncertainly opened her beak to reply, even if she had not yet figured out how. But when Gallus stepped closer and ran his beak through her mane and down her neck the changeling found herself quiet literally overwhelmed.

Changelings had given up stealing love, but that did not remove the natural receivers her biology had developed to harness such emotions. Her body trembled and her wings unfurled, and quiet embarrassingly her tail began to swish before slowly raising into the air. Gallus stopped his affectionate preening motions to murmur into her ear.

"Relax my princess, let me give you the treatment you deserve." Ocellus finally realized she was in way over her head, and that it would be prudent to reveal her ruse before things went further. And yet, as the gryphon continued to shower her in affection her mind simply refused to co-operate, insisting to keep the illusion up even as Gallus worked his way toward her unfurled wings.

He gifted each feather with undue attention, straightening them to perfection in a most teasing display of finesse that Ocellus would never have imagined possible. Often his work was interrupted when 'Silverstream' shuddered and squealed with joy, flexing and fluttering her wings, ruining all the work Gallus had put forth. However, this never seemed to deter the gryphon and he simply took it as an excuse to continue to pleasure his lover.

By the time that Gallus seemed content to move onward the changeling had all but forgotten about how wrong this was, pushing aside the knowledge that her partner was unaware of the ruse. They were both enjoying themselves, that ought to be good enough. Gallus's beak took another leap, this time across her lower body and toward her exposed rear, and with her mind made up the shapeshifter was fully willing and quiet eager, flagging her tail and rump in the air in a lewd display of lust.

His beak soon trailed through her tail, passing it and bringing his head to rest behind her. Ocellus knew what he would see, the leaking needy passage of a hippogryph. To her surprise there was a long moment of nothing. She was curious why he had suddenly stopped and closed her eyes, focusing on reading his emotions. There was still that lingering concern in him, almost a form of fear. She was unsure if this was a side-affect of their intimate moment, or simply an epiphany, but it quickly became clear what he had planned. Ocellus playfully ran her tail against the side of his face and edged her body just a hint toward him, doing her best to entice him forward, even her marehood gave a pleading wink.

This worked and the gryphon finally overcame his hesitation to carefully slip his beak inside her passage. The moment the keratin tip of his beak came in contact with the sensitive flesh of her vagina Ocellus found herself voicing a strange high pitched squawk that trailed off into a happy purr. It was not a sound she had ever heard before, much less intoned, but whatever it had been seemed to encourage Gallus and he responded by pushing his beak further into her passage.

When the tip was fully submerged inside her he opened his beak just wide enough to bring forth his tongue and explore hesitantly. She could feel the touch of his tongue before he paused and came to terms with the powerful tastes and smells that must have been assaulting him. Whatever he had made of them, they did not stop the determined male from redeeming himself and he soon pushed onward, continually pushing his beak deeper in as he ate her out.

It took only a few moments, even if it felt much longer, for Ocellus's body to become unsteady and wracked with pleasure. Her wings by now had lost all of the amazing preening effort Gallus had gifted them as they stretched and fluttering in a vibrant display of pink. Her passage was desperately squeezing the beak as it intruded into her, believing it could milk the bony structure. And her mind, her mind was loving every moment of this carnal pleasure, refusing to even acknowledge that she had stolen it from her friend. Even in his awkward predicament Gallus was overflowing with emotions that filled Ocellus with power and pride, she finally understood why her species had been so obsessed with love. As moan escaped her beak she remembered the stories that promised the best part was yet to come.

She did not have to wait long, as Gallus finally became confident enough to earnestly use his tongue and even teased the insides of her walls with his beak's tip the changeling found the powerful waves of pleasure rushing through her too much to control. Raising her head high into the air and voicing a final almost deafening squawk into the air as her body used its little mobility to push its rear further onto the intruding gryphon's beak. Her marehood squeezed down on the intruder and began squirting forth waves of fluid onto Gallus's face.

Despite his eagerness to please, and impressive passion up to that point, the gryphon found himself withdrawing the moment his lover's tunnel had stooped squeezing onto him and tried to swat the juices from his face. "Yuck! Can't you at least warn me first?" His complaint landed on deaf ears as Ocellus continued to float in her afterglow. Not only had the carnal pleasures been a wonderful first sexual experience for her, but when her climax hit something strangely invigorating had occurred. She had felt herself pull something from Gallus, more than emotions and lust, but a piece of him that her soul was now cherishing. The changeling had never felt so empowered and alive, her body shook one finale time and slowly her mind began to return to a state of reason.

Her head turned and she looked at Gallus, her friend. He was still awkwardly trying to clean his face with increasingly dirty talons, and yet she could sense satisfaction and joy in him. He didn't seem to have noticed her leeching of his energy, and besides seeming winded the gryphon looked healthy enough. Ocellus shrugged as she decided that it had been a harmless mistake, and with a swish of her rump she trotted over to him.

She embraced her cute male, and unfurled her tatter wings in a feathery blanket. Even now her body was still feeding on his emotions, and once those waves began to ebb into her the last thing the changeling wanted was to be removed from the source. She brought her beak to one of his ears and whispered softly.

"Thankyou Gallus, I forgive you."