Good Intentions

"Oh.." Her face fell only for a moment before Silverstream recovered and did her best to put on a brave smile. "Hey Ocellus. Sorry about last night, I didn't want to drag you into something that should be between me and Gallus." It was easy for Ocellus to pick of the genuineness of the apology, even when all of SIlverstream's emotions were still tinted by bitter heartache and frustration. She couldn't help but feel momentary pause, a niggling hint of worry that she might hurt her friend in such a fragile state, but a louder voice was quick to drown this out with the wisdom that she had already manage to help Gallus and could repeat that feat once more. Doing her best to mirror the compassionate tone and expression Starlight had used.

"You had a lot to think over, I understand. And thanks to that extra time I have managed to devise a better approach to helping you two overcome this hurdle." Ocellus positively glowed as she approached the end of her statement, the whole world suddenly clicked into place. Silverstrem for her part looked a lot less enthusiastic and attempted to gauge her friend with an inquisitive look but either through sheer desire to appease or loneliness, she finally shrugged and stepped aside. With a muted attempt at humor she would voice her unconvinced reply. "Sure, though I can't promise I'll accept anything other than Gallus getting off his lazy rump and apologizing but I am happy to hear your advice."

As Ocellus stepped into the room she found herself surprised when her mind this time did not react with compassion at her friend's hollow joke, but a twinge of annoyance, as if any remark against her lover was a slight to her. Of course this was a short lived response and her conscious mind was quick to remind her that both parties had agreed Gallus been in the wrong. And so with the internal monologue continuing she stepped into the room and slumped into the nearby couch, shooting her friend a strange gaze.

"But you clearly still love him and want nothing more but for this whole thing to be blown over. And its not like I can blame you, he is a magnificent friend." Without intention her mind trailed into the past, to the pleasureful evening and exciting morning she had shared with him. An absentminded smile crept onto the changeling's face as a shiver ran down her spine and she finally continued. "After our talk last night I approached him to see how he was doing and if he needed advice."

Silverstream had made herself comfortable on a large beanbag chair across from her friend and was watching curiously. Despite her exhaustion she noticeably perked up as Ocellus discussed her encounter with the gryphon. "He was really broken up about what happened between you two. It was obvious he felt guilty and wanted to apologize, so I tried to help." It was possible that Silverstream tried to interject at this point as she shifted in her seat, but Ocellus was determined to plow ahead. "And In order to give him some creature to practice with I took on your form."

Despite her best attempts Ocellus could not hide her nerves as she admitted to this, a blush crept onto her face and a hint of timidness returned as Silverstream eyed her suspiciously. "And after having witnessed his apology I can assure you that if you just gave him a chance you would forgive him. His love for you is deep and passionate and he is not above making up for his mistakes."

Despite her best attempts at laying everything out there Ocellus had managed to avoid an explicit explanation of last night's events, leaving Silverstream with just enough to formulate her own nightmare without certainty of anything. Apprehensively the hippogryph tilted her head in a sign of perplexity and spoke. "What happened that has you so convinced of him? You are practically glowing with praise."

There was a moment of silence as the two eyes met and Ocellus grew increasingly flush before she finally closed her eyes and blurted out the truth. "He embraced me and mated with me, I never felt such powerful emotions as what he had for you. Any pain or grief could not survive under his passion. He deeply loves you and would shower you with affection if you let him." she had grown noticeably flustered during her speech and finally trailed of, writhing in her seat as memories flooded in and her body grew aroused.

But even as she dealt with the teasing tingling sensation between her legs the changeling felt better, she had been honest and forward with her friend. Slowly her eyes slid open, she had forced them shut in fear when her confession had started, and found herself eying an utterly shocked Silverstream. Unable to read the bizarre expression she was witnessing Ocellus focused on her other senses instead, feeling out with her emotional antenna for any hints, and felt the cold sinking emotions invade her.

"You two... last night?" SIlverstream's voice rang hollow and powerless through the air, and carried with it the same growing dread that was ebbing from her very being. "Smolder and now you, is there any creature in this world he isn't willing to bed?! I was supposed to be..." her eyes narrowed as she glared right into her friend's soul and snarled. "Did he know it wasn't me?"

There was a moment of silence as Silverstream's glaring eyes lingered on Ocellus, and the changelings mind struggled to avoid being muddled by her powerful sense. With a huff of air she attributed her anger to Silverstream, and mirrored it back onto the perpetrator, "I made it clear he loves you and wants nothing more than to make you happy, this isn't about me, I didn't start this stupid fight." Ocellus found herself yelling, uncaring how much of the burning embers in her were her own as she continued. "It's not his, mine, or Smolder's fault that you are endlessly demanding of him. If the love he expresses for you is not good enough, than maybe you are not good enough for him!"

Ocellus shook with frustration as her mind focused on one truth, Silverstream's selfishness would not only hurt her, but also Gallus. The changeling's words had the obvious effect on the hippogryph, further ingraining her with indignation that would only fuel Ocellus in a self destructive loop threatening to boil over. Silverstream narrowed her avian eyes and drew air through her beak, raising a claw accusingly. Her beak opened but her voice was quickly silenced by something her enraged mind could not understand, freezing her in disbelieve.

Her beak had been caught by Ocellus's lips, the usually timid creature having proactively leapt across the space and forced herself onto her. The shock was such that no amount of revulsion at the uninvited affection could bring Silverstream to act, her eyes limply staring into those pulsating green irises. Their kiss seemed to last an eternity, and by the time Ocellus allowed it to end Silverstream's flames had been doused in icy water, leaving her sluggish in body and mind. Whenever she tried to regain her reigns her mind lingered on those flickering green eyes of her friend, the soothing touch of her lips, the calming voice of the changeling.

"I love him and I know you do too, but I won't let him be a prisoner of your jealousy. I will share with you what we had, and maybe then you can let go of your bitterness and embrace the freedom love should have."

As she spoke green flames crawled across the changeling's skin. The display was a skilled quick and calm affair, a rush of light rather than a slow creeping, and within the blink of an eye the hippogryph found her head no longer looking slightly down, but instead tilting upwards. Before her stood a gryphon half a head taller, a sight that instantly brought her heart to flutter no matter how much her mind protested the illusion. Silverstream gulped as a wave of instinctive timidness ran down her spine.

Without permission he proceeded by quickly locking beaks with her in yet another unsolicited kiss, though this one not fully unwelcome. The hippogrpyh's squeak was muffled by her lover's beak and before she knew it the male gryphon had pushed his tongue into her beak and was exploring her mouth.

Her mind was in disarray and her heart fluttered, her eyes closed and she simply imagined this was real, this was her love giving her such a moment of affection. The illusion lasted for the length of the kiss and when Ocellus finally withdrew there was a momentary pause allowing for both to re-asses the situation. Silverstream opened her eyes and looked up at Gallus. Was he really almost head taller than him or... was this how Ocellus saw him?

The illusion showed a crack when next 'Gallus' spoke, the strong male voice mixed with the timid tone that she had until recently always associated with her shy changeling friend.

"I promise it was a misunderstanding, I didn't mean to steal this moment from you, and I will make it up to you." Ocellus was not sure what had come over her when this all started. She had gotten so upset when Silverstream refused to let Gallus be free. But then she had remembered how happy Gallus had made her, how happy he would want Silverstream to be. Maybe if she could pass on the love, the stubborn hippogryph would finally understand. And she could not deny, now that the instincts of a feral male gryphon were rushing through her blood, and her surprisingly adorable friend practically swooning before her, she felt her own urge to feel and express love.

Silverstream's sluggish mind attempted to re-assert dominance, it toyed with plans for putting an end to this, or to escape the situation all together. However, whenever a thought formed her eyes found themselves mesmerized by the flickering flames of green silently burning behind her friend's eyes. The lethargy that sat in lasted long enough that when next she came to, she found herself voicing a soft coo involuntarily as the gryphon's large beak scratched behind one of her ears and down her neck. Her body shuddered as a twinge went through her spine and the gryphon's frame began to block out the light.

Ocellus had unfurled her wings in an impressively feathery display and proceeded scratch and tease the hippogryph mare in a recreation of her own pleasures last night. Her scratching beak ran down Silverstream's neck and soon found itself at the base of the wings, but the mare had made it difficult to trail further when she had retreated herself against a wall.

A flicker of frustration worked itself into Ocellus's mind, how could she correctly pass on yesterday's experience to such an difficult partner? Silverstream was not acting her part, in an attempt to fix this Ocelus brought a claw to her rump and carefully pulled the half-mare forward. Silverstream in her still dazed state offered virtually no resistance and was easily moved by the changeling's surprising might, causing her to stumble forward. With a squawk she hit her head against the gryphon's chest before finally catching herself. While Ocellus had succeeded at creating space between the hippogryph and the wall, Silverstream could only focus on the thing dangling before her while her mind raced with insecurities.

Above her towered a gryphon body, like the roof of a jail, while before her eyes came into focus the equally intimidating gryphon's pride. It was not the first time she had seen this thing, but never without explicit consent, and certainly not pushed against her beak without warning. She trembled, unsure if from shock or because Ocellus had used her new empowered position to begin preening her feathers.

Now that the half-mare had finally been put into a position that would allow her to continue replicating yesterday's events Ocellus had began her task, granting each feather the loving attention she had enjoyed yesterday. To her surprise it was equally entertaining from the gryphon's position, a simple but great pleasure unfolding as she straightened out every feather, turning her muse into the prettiest little bird around. Sure she lacked the experience of her last night's lover, but if Silverstream at all tried to enjoy herself this would not go amiss. Finishing one wing and beginning working on the next her mind began wander. Images of her finished product flashing before her eyes, these two wonderful pink wings splayed out in an impressive display for the world to see, and then for her to claim.

Silverstream witnessed the cock before her eyes twitch, as if it had not been enough that she had spend the last minuet watching it grow by the inches until there was no way for her to avert her gaze from the lewd display. The smell of arousal wafted into her nostril, and even as part of her mind lingered on the perfect replication a changeling could create, the other half flared up with indignation knowing where such knowledge came from. The anger was short lived as a squeak escaped her beak, the soft pleasures from the preening was burring itself in her mind. It felt good, or maybe she simply wanted it to feel good because Ocellus had stolen her lover's form? Suddenly the large gryphon inched himself forward, and once more brought his large claws to bear around her rump, this time content to pin it in place. The cock that had been growing under her gaze bounced across her face and left behind a damp spot just beneath one of her eyes.

The wings had been completed, preened to perfection, or at least what Ocellus assumed was gryphon perfection. She gave a mental shrug, it was probably just like last night. But now for the main course, something Gallus had been sure would make up for any past transgressions. She inched herself forward, rubbing her powerful chest against the nice warm back of Silverstream and bringing both her claws to her petite rump. One digit was used to pin that obnoxious tail straight up and out of the way. Grinning in whatever form a gryphon could, her eagle eyes lingered on the marehood before her, contemplating the excitement her last night's lover must have felt. The sight was enough for her min to wander once more, to be interrupted by something she had payed little heed to till now, her own neither regions had been changed too. Till now it had only made itself known as a dull burning in the back of her mind, which was now replaced with a wave of ecstasy as the sensitive flesh made contact with something fluffy and warm. Her mind lost focus on the marehood for but a moment as she reflexively tried to recreate the sensation, shifting her large rump downward and grinding her phallus against the pleasant texture. Her reward was more pleasure as she felt the soft fur teasing her cock and a timid squawk rang from below, responding with a purr. Here she was doing all this for Silverstream, why shouldn't she return the favor a little?

Silverstream winced to herself as the cock was run across her face once more. What had once been a damp spot below her eye now had become a mess of fur coated in gryphon fluids. Any attempt to withdraw from the assault was halted by the two large claws still pining her rump in place and all her undignified squawk of protest had brought forward was a rumbling purr and increasingly aggressive grinding. To make things worse, what had once been simply unorganized thrusts had now taken on a purpose, she was not oblivious to the fact that the large cock was desperately trying to convince her to open her beak as it ran across the keratin time and time again and filled her nostrils with unpleasantly powerful musk. Ocellus refused to relent. Till finally being worn down by the repeated sexual advances Silverstream closed her eyes and opened her beak just an inch, and instantly found her jaw being forced aside by an eager and demanding cock.

What had began as warm and rewarding purrs had slowly grown frustrated, here she stood above Silverstream with her tingling cock rubbing against those pleasantly warm features but the hippogryph refused to take the hint. How could she continue showing her the wonders of last night if she was opposed every step of the way? From a simple distraction to a major point of contention, all because she insisted on being difficult. And then in one moment, finally, she found that beak open and willing. Her frustration still lingering she thrust forward with no heed and buried herself deep inside that warm hole. Instantly she was rewarded with pure bliss, her sexual organ wrapped in warmth and moisture, with Silverstream's throat and tongue teasing her shaft. A loud moan echoed through the room and her body finally relaxed, its heavy frame relocating some of its weight onto the hippogryphon's back. Very content with this turn of events Ocellus finally brought her beak down to the still exposed marehood and began her task.

Silversream's first reaction was to attempt gasping for air, desperate to evict evict the thick meat from her throat. But even as the thought of biting down worked itself into her mind the imposter gryphon withdrew just enough to allow her to breath. The smell of musk was overwhelming, but her lungs celebrated the air rushing inside and there was no way she could stop herself from repeating the cycle. As her mind lingered on the simple act of breathing in and out she realized there had been a momentary pause to her torment, and just as she began to question Ocellus's next step she felt herself be rewarded for obedience, the beak touching her marehood teasing to fulfill a fantasy she had begged for countless times. But with that thick cock lingering in her mouth she knew it would be a short reprise, and any pleasure would be underpinned by her responsibilities. At least she had managed to use the moment, steeling herself so when Ocellus returned to enjoying herself in her muzzle Silverstream found it much easier to keep pace and control her breathing. Not sure if out of habit or simply with a desire to get this over with, she even began to work the shaft not unlike she had done many times for her real mate.

Ocellus growled with pleasure, vibrating her friends marehood as her beak continued to bury itself deeper into her. She had permitted herself a moments reprise and withdrawn her cock most of the way from the warm beak only to find her return heralded by an eager tongue and Silverstream showing some incredible skill. The changeling attempted to return the favor by putting the same effort into her work, though it was incredibly difficult to stay focused for more than mere moments, time and time again she all but forgot about working her beak and simply focused on thrusting into the moist muzzle. Could Silverstream really blame her, that hippogryph was working her like it was all she had ever dreamed off doing, maybe she enjoyed pleasuring much more than being pleasured anyway? Suddenly she felt her shaft twitch as it once more slid into Silverstream's beak and release a glob of precum.

Silverstream felt the twitch as it pulled her jaw apart just a little further, and then the powerful taste of precum being shot right across her tongue. She had never been a huge fan of the taste, she was also well aware of what this meant and began to wonder if Ocellus planned to keep going till she hit her climax. The hippogryph shuddered at the mental thought of having to swallow a whole load from this imposter Gallus and even as her marehood twitched and squeezed the beak still lazily lodged inside her she felt sinking regret.

With renewed vigor the thrusts of her rear made one thing clear, Ocellus had no plans of stopping now that she had realized how amazing the approach to a climax felt. Her eyes closed shut and her beak slowly withdrew from the half pleasured marehood. Her mind pictured this scene from a third person perspective, how it must look for this petite hippogryph to be beneath her in such a submissive state, eagerly working her mouth and beak with no desire but to pleasure. Ocellus voiced a instinctive and loud squawk of dominance, hearing it ring of the walls while she used her claws to finally push Silverstream even further into her.

The hippogryph received her wordless answer quite clearly when Ocellus did not slow down or let off, instead she was forced to submit herself to the eager and demanding assault of a gryphon who had never felt the pleasures of a blowjob before. She closed her eyes tightly and worked her tongue as expertly as she could, not out of love but simply to avoid prolonging this experience. Luckily the ordeal was very short lived, Ocellus was no more skilled at holding out than she was at pleasuring a mare, and with a final twitch of the gryphoncock it began to shoot forth waves of cum. Silvestream did her best to ignore the flavor and simply focus on gulping down the seed as they came forth, feeling her empty stomach filling up unpleasantly till finally the climax stopped.

Her climax hit and for a brief moment Ocellus forgot all about Gallus, about Silverstream, about anything but this pleasure that rolled through her body and culminated in her neither regions. Felt herself let lose a torrent of seed and her beak curled up into a satisfied smirk as she rested her head on the nice warm flank of her friend. For a few long moments she stayed like this, catching her breath and relaxing. Then slowly withdrew her cock and stumbled backwards. She disentangled from Silverstream and brought her rump down on the ground, meeting the mare eye to eye, and snickering slightly at the absurdly messy state she had left her in.

"Sorry Silver, things got a little carried away there." As the power or her orgasm faded the haze on her mind began to clear, and with a sheepish grin the changeling realized she had never gotten to do as she had intended. With a pang of guilt her eyes trailed toward the pink flank as she spoke up. "That wasn't quite... uh, accurate to how Gallus acted. But I can make it up to you, I just..." As she recalled just exactly what Gallus had done for her Ocellus realized another thing that was different from last night. This had no doubt felt great and her body beamed with vigor, but it lacked that pulse of emotional energy Gallus had supplied her. She was unsure if the fault lay with Silverstream, or herself, but it must have been from a lack of connection she had with Gallus.

Silverstream too had finally recovered, though her limbs shook and threatened to give out as she pulled herself up, the purple in her eyes clouded even as she shot a fiery glare at her recent sexual partner. "Don't ever do something like that without my permission again. And get out of his form right now!" She huffed her words, audibly exhausted despite her best attempt to hide it. Still, even if her words lacked the volume or energy it was dead simple for Ocellus to feel the vicious contempt seeping from her.

Ocellus was stunned for just a moment, surprised by the nature of her friend's responds but then reluctantly submitted to her request, the magical flames of her heritage engulfing her and slowly reform her image to her natural form. Once done she found herself a good half head smaller than the hipogryph she had been towering over mere moments ago, and felt a timid nature return to her that she had found easy to cast aside in the strong male body. "S..sorry? I know it was a little, impromptu, but I thought that if I could let you catch up on lost time you wouldn't feel left out." Her eyes glimmered with a genuine tear, "and you would understand why Gallus means so much to me."

Silverstream was tired and felt gross as remnants of cum lingered on her face, her beak, and swished around her tummy with each movement, her head felt all kinds of woozy and all she wanted but couldn't have was her lovely mate to cradle her. She was not in a mood to listen to Ocellus, not in a mood to indulge her defiling the love that hung between a gryphon and a hippogryph. She closed her eyes, shook, and growled a responds between a gritted beak. "He doesn't love you, he loves me and you STOLE that. Changeling steal love! If you love him half as much as you claim, fuss up to him. And stay out of our relationship!"

The half mare slumped to the ground, curling up upon herself like a tuckered out foal. Ocellus simply stood there in silence, conflicted and confused in equal measures. This whole ordeal had gone from bad to worse. A moment ago Silverstream had been livid, and now decided to take an impromptu nap in the middle of her room? Between Gallus earlier this morning and this it was clear that something was amiss, was this her doing?

The changeling shifted her wings awkwardly and resolved to put her friend in a less unpleasant position, despite the current animosity between the two. After changing form into a manticore and lifting the poor thing into her bed Ocellus awkwardly tugged her in and returned to her true self. With this done her mess of thoughts and concerns returned, and quietly leaving the room she considered what to do with Silverstream's advice.