Good Intentions

Ocellus found herself bathing in the pleasant embrace of the sun, the rays tickling her back while her claws embraced and squeezed the closest pillow. Her eyes stayed shut as a content murmur rang from her throat and the perfect moment continued to linger. She hoped it would continue for eternity, knowing she would never grow tired of this. However, slowly she grew aware of a new sensation, a soft pricking at the back of her neck that slowly lifted her out of her stupor despite any reluctance her mind might have had.

Yet, for a reason she did not comprehend her body greeted the touch with a wave of euphoria that invigorated her even as it travelled across her neck. The scritches teased the skin beneath her feathers, then took a leap to her right ear. There it dared to surprise her once more, forfeiting its teasing scratches and instead clamping itself softly around the tip. Ocellus squealed as the slight stingy sensation turned into a careful tug at her ear.

Before Ocellus could even guess at what such a gestured was supposed to convey she heard a smooth rumbling voice. "I love you." The changeling giggled, it was such a surreal thing to hear from one of her friends, and yet it felt so honest that her heart fluttered. For a moment she desired to turn around, to face her surprise lover and question what he was doing, but than she realized that his limbs had wrapped around her. His paws were pressed against her body, holding her in a passionate embrace that was too pleasant for the changeling to object.

It had to be a dream, the whole thing was too outlandish to be anything but, and as the gryph continued to snuggle up to her she decided that it was a dream worth indulging. Gallus gave another scratch, this time behind her nibbled ear. Then he rubbed small circles with his paws across her soft fur.

"I promise," he mumbled softly while his head came to rest on top of hers, she responded with a pleasant purr as she let him continue, "I will never betray your trust again. Love you, Silver."

Ocellus's ears twitched as her mind processed the words, and with a flash her dream began to take on a new form. Suddenly the petite beak attached to her face came into focus and the sensation of feathers shifting all over her body became an uncomfortable tickling, it dawned on her that this wasn't meant for her.

She wanted out, out of this dream and out of this embrace. Ocellus shook herself, accomplishing nothing but to further grind herself into the strong gryphon's embrace. She heard a murmur, and felt the weight on her head leave as Gallus must have moved, and leapt onto the opportunity to thrash her head backwards and strike his chest. Her right upper-ear exploded into pain and with a panicked yelp she tore her eyes open.

Her eyes stung, her ear stung, her body felt weighted down, and colour invaded her mind. She attempted to shake the unpleasant sensations off as the image before her came into focus. She began to see the outline of curtains, blue fabric lazily pulled over the window which failed to block out some of the rays of light currently assaulting her. And then there was the stinging of her ear, which grew increasingly obnoxious and ultimately forced her to instinctively whip her head around, trying to gain sight of the offending body-part. Instead she came face to face with a bashfully looking teenage gryphon. As their eyes met she could see the shimmering love within his, and and then felt the same emotion seeping into her mind from his essence. The gryphon finally reached out a paw, the careful pace suggesting that he feared another trashing outburst from her, and gingerly rubbed the tip of her injured ear.

"Sorry to have woken you my love. I didn't mean to startle you, I just thought..." he stopped for a moment and gave her a bashful grin "I still feel guilty about what happened and I wanted to reassure you, and myself." As he spoke his paws ran smooth circles across her fur and she could feel him giving the softest of squeezes, assuring her at every moment of his commitment to stay here with her.

And yet, where the mistaking identity had ruined the tranquil moment mere seconds ago, here in the waking world it suddenly felt so silly. This powerful and wonderful gryphon was caging her in his grasp, lovingly worshiping her every curve and promising boundless security. Why did it matter if she looked like herself, or her pink friend? It seemed a petty complaint in contrast to the wonderful fluttering of her heart. Before she had even finished her train of thought she caught herself purring, noises drawn forth by the constant affectionate petting her body was receiving. The tiny part of her mind that was trying to remind her of the immoral nature of all this, and the fragile illusion she was living in was quickly drowned out by the most simple of instincts and desires for love. This moment was hers and it was too perfect to ruin with needless worries.

"Good morning Gallus." Ocellus chirped out with enough pep to surprise herself, she had always been a sluggish waker, and yet despite being torn from sleep so abruptly her body found itself quickly adjusting and rising to the occasion. She was overcome with such energy that it soon became irritating, and without thinking the changeling shook herself in an attempt to calm, unintentionally but effectively grinding herself into the muscular chest of last night's lover. While a pleasing sensation, the result was rather counterproductive as a wave of excitement quickly shot up her spine.

While this might have momentary subdued the restlessness of her limbs it also served to awake a new stinging sensation in the base of her wings. While her feathery appendages had till now been peacefully resting against her back, they now desperately pleaded to be displayed in an array of colour, and found their desire stifled by the gryphon chest against her. As if to tease the futile attempts of the wings, her tail began to dance to flicking motions, rubbing the fluff on her rear into her lover's embrace. To her surprise Ocellus did not find herself concerned with either issue, and instead only wished to repeat her thoughtless mistake, eagerly grinding her body further into the gryphon's strong form. In time with it she voiced a loud chirp of unclear meaning to her, though she certainly felt like it was a display of joy.

Whatever the noise had meant, Gallus seemed to know as he joined in with a version of his own, and when intoned by him the strange sound overwhelmed Ocellus with a simple sensation of security and affection. She was unaware of it at first but she was shaking, shuddering in his grasp with a mixture of excitement and unbound energy, and finally Gallus locked his limbs around her form tighter, squeezing just firm enough to bring her back to reality for a moment. His beak drifted to her ear, careful to move to the one unharmed, and spoke.

"Heh, you must have really enjoyed last night." As his word registered emotions flashed in Ocellus's mind, suddenly she felt the sensation of a beak exploring between her legs. She shivered as that part of her body began to itch. "If it means seeing you this happy, I am willing to do anything my princess desires, even use my beak." There was a level of bashfulness as he spoke those last words that was simply adorable to Ocellus. She was about to speak when a new sensation realized in her mind, he was poking against her rump. For all his claims of selfless desires he was still a male with biological needs.

She would have expected herself to be shy, or scared of where this might lead, but as her mind ebbed with appreciation for last nights actions as she felt herself overcome by simple determination. Without hesitation she used this newfound strength to pull forward, and found that this concerted effort was all she needed for Gallus to give her the desired space, his limbs unlocking around her respectfully. She felt a twinge of guilt as his heart ebbed forth a sensation of concern, thoughts that he might have messed up again, but with her beak tilting into a smirk the changeling made just enough distance to unfold her aching wings in a vibrant display.

For but a moment she stopped, amazed at the impressive length of her own plumage and making a mental note of their difference from changeling wings, but then her focus returned to the lover she owed so much. And with ferocious eyes she spun around to meet him, feeling the tuft of her chest rubbing against him. She sensed that adorable moment where his concern turned into confusion, and then timid excitement, she pounced onto her prey with animalistic drive.

He was now the one to squirm as the hypogryph pushed his body onto his back and nested herself on top of him. Their eye made contact and Ocellus purred deeply as her target came to an uneasy rest, letting her lay on top of him and finally bring her rear to rest between his legs. She felt him, his firmly erect rod squished between their lower bodies and rubbing into her fur so enticingly.

Her eyes flickered with green flames as she finally explained her intent, "Your beak was wonderful, but what kind of lover would I be if I didn't repay the favour with something special?" and then, with a leading intent she brought her beak to his chest and murmured forth "Because I am your lover, right?". She looked up at him innocently even as she began to grind against him once more, but now with a much better understanding why her body had been bothering with her. She needed this, after a long night of soaking in his love pheromones her body was physically aching for release.

Gallus was awestruck, blinking in surprise even as a blush crept onto his face and shined through his fur. He felt his gryphonhood twitch and his body increasingly excited as the hypogryph above him straddled him with her warm thighs. His beak opened to reply, and a moan escaped before any words could. Then, finally, he found his voice.

"Of course you are! I love you, and would never trade you for anycreature else in the world." He raised one of his claws and stroked it across her side gingerly. "But are you sure this is... this is what you want? I wouldn't want you to reg--" Ocellus silenced him with a passionate kiss, she had no interest for his silly worries, not when his body was showing his true desires. Her tongue explored forth from its bony prison and slid his fleshy mouth. At first it was a strange and alien sensation, but just as her mind began to second-guess itself he came around and greeted her with his own tongue, comforting her with a wet embrace.

His paws too became active, warping around her lower body and stroking small circles into her soft rump, a groan echoing into the kiss as his erect cock began to grind into her belly-fluff. Unable to contain herself, the eager and energetic changeling quickly leaped to the next step, pulling her rear upwards till his member plopped past the thighs and began to prod at her soaked entrance.

Ocellus squeaked, a moment of hesitation ringing through her mind as the reality of her desires came into focus. What had gotten into her, why was she so eager to mate her friend? Mate her best friend's lover? But her body did not stop screaming at her as her mare-hood winked. An embarrassed whimper turned into a needy mewl as she opened her eyes, unsure when she had closed them.

As her gaze lingered on Gallus's face she could feel him fight the temptation to sink into her inviting folds, his cock repeatedly being thrust forward just far enough to tease itself against her. She managed to drown out the million questions that assaulted her, and focused on the one simple truth, she needed this. With a deep purr she ran her mare-hood along his waiting cock once more. She wanted him to take her, needed him to take her, it wasn't fun if she had to make the first step. His eyes met hers, a twinge of uncertainty buried under a growing mountain of passion and she could sense the moment he finally grew wise. His paws tensed as they groped her flank with a lion's strength, his eyes locked with hers and finally he thrust himself forward with the required confidence to spread her lips apart.

Ocellus squealed, which quickly transformed into a yelp as the sensation shot up her spine. She shuddered and tried to jump into the air but found her rear grasped firmly by those strong paws, those lovely paws. Her mare-hood felt overcome with pleasure so hot that it burned, his cock had buried itself a full inch into her and it was scratching at her insides. He had stopped the moment she had tried to leap from his grasp, but not withdrawn. A claw stroked across her back, it trailed up to her neck and scratched with affection only a lover could muster, then she heard his voice.

"I love you, thank you." He purred at her and with her senses returning the changeling gave him a simple nod, she needed this more than anything. He continued to thrust upwards, to bury himself inside her drenched tunnel, and each movement elicited pleasure from the both. But soon it became clear that in their current position it could not be a one creature task, he had made it half way into her passage but without leverage he would need her help. He gryph-grinned up at her, content to watch her adorable reaction as she pushed herself deeper onto his cock.

There were no inhibition anymore, she was eager to give him what he wanted, and take what she needed. Blushing through her fake pink fur she began to lower herself onto his rod in a steady but slow motion. The further he slipped inside the more pronounced the strange bulbs on his cock became, the more pleasure they elicited from her sensitive flesh as they scraped against it.

Then finally, panting heavily and still whimpering from pleasure the changeling had done it, her mare-hood had made contact with his ball-sack and the length of his cock had snugly fit inside her elastic passage. She felt his paws squeeze her rump, felt the strange reality of having him prod her rear from inside. Gallus ran his beak across her cheek, nuzzling her with such genuine affection that she believed it was meant for her.

At first she thought this was it, that her goal had been to bury his cock as deeply inside her passage as possible and then stay. She had never considered what to do after that task was complete, what would be needed of her after. However, the amazing euphoric pleasure began to wane quicker than she had anticipated. She felt it fade and be replaced with an itch, that frustrating yelling of her body to keep going, stronger now than before she had started. She wasn't sure what it wanted but as she began to wiggle her rump, felt the meat inside her rub and scratch against her once more, the itch vanished and euphoria returned.

She was a smart changeling and that was all she needed for epiphany to strike her. She lifted her rear, dragging his cock along the inside of her passage, the pleasure returned and soon only the tip of the head was left inside her. Now she felt cold, empty, no longer so wonderfully stretched. Quickly she undid her mistake and pushed her rump back down, the cock thrust inside and the action send more wonderful shivers up her spine. A moan escaped her lips, a groan escaped his. He stopped playing passive, he began to form his own thrusts and take pleasure at his pace, and she gladly joined him.

The sounds of their lovemaking echoed through the room, their voices growing in volume in step with their pleasure. Soon she was hammering her rear down onto his cock at such an eager pace that her tunnel grew sore, the gryphon's bulbs scratching against her insides with every motion, but the euphoria easily overpowered any other sensation. And then, against her will, her marehood clenched onto the thick shaft buried inside her, motion becoming an near impossible task. A frustrated growl escaped her, why had her body stopped her, isn't this what it had wanted? She kept fighting, kept pushing him further inside her and could feel him try to do the same, his utter desire to bury himself inside her showering the changeling with feelings of love. She shuddered as her passage tightened once more. But this time he had managed to get all the way inside, with him here it was no longer a lonely affair. And then, as if to wordlessly reassure her of his loving presence, he began to flood her with his warms, a thick liquid spurting forth from him.

Within a moment all the frustration and desires waned and was replaced by wonderful gratification. Her wings fluttered and threw air across the room, her beak opened and screeched forth volumes of joy, and finally her body climaxed. As her liquids leaked forth and mixed with the gryphon's seed she could feel herself grow heavy and warm, euphoria lingering with every movement of her lower body. By the time the moment had passed and the world returned to one she could understand, she found herself firmly in the grasp of her gryphon lover, realizing he had pulled her into this embrace even as his cock was trying to breed her. She murmured in loving affection at his gallant display, only subconsciously noting how her throat had grown sore from the whole ordeal. In the same subconscious fashion she noted something much alike last night, a sensation of something seeping from the gryphon into her, something beyond the seeds warming her belly.

Within moments she felt strength return to her, the love muddled mind growing clear and sharp and the wrecked body dismissing all concerns. She barely noted the cock leaving her passage and permitting fluids to leak drip as she struggled to comprehend her amazingly quick recovery. She tilted her head to meet his eyes, intending to thank him for this wonderful moment she would never forget.

She realized that any compliment would fall on deaf ears as Gallus had fallen asleep, even after carefully prodding his cheek with her beak the gryphon remained unresponsive. Ocellus was not sure how to respond to this, her head tilting sideways in a questioning gesture, she would have to read up on gryphon mating habits. But she could hardly complain as her body continued to positively glow with joy. Reluctantly she raised her rump, feeling the paws that had so insistently clung to her before giving way with only timid objections. As their bodies parted she felt a shudder run up her spine, a deep coldness with every inch of space that formed between them. She sighed, half dreaming of staying here with him forever, but then scolded herself for such childish thoughts and leapt off the bed.

The next thing she noticed was the sticky feeling of cum leaking from her marehood, quickly followed by embarrassment as the mental image of herself sank in. She might be hiding in another form, but to be seen like this would have killed her from shame. Doing her best to push her friends possible reactions to all this aside she realized that Gallus's sudden rest might not be so bad after all, it would at least give her time to think. And, she noted, time to get cleaned up.

With a lingering lovestruck sigh the changeling began trotting down the hall toward the bathroom. Just before passing the door she permitted herself one glance back toward the bed and spoke, finally daring to put into words something that had lingered on her mind since last night. "I love you Gallus, me, Ocellus. Please love me back."

She was confident he was asleep, she would have sensed otherwise, but there was still something liberating about speaking her newfound truth to him in this way. He would understand. With a self assuring smirk the changeling finally entered the bathroom and swung the door shut.