Good Intentions

Despite the gryphon's large frame caging her in, and the noticeable size difference between the two creatures Ocellus felt no hint for fear. Changelings had evolved toward this for countless generations, all she had to do was trust in her body and it would see her through. That was the thought that lingered in her as Gallus worked his cock against her rear, eagerly poking and prodding to find the correct entrance to claim for himself, as she had promised to let him.

She felt his warm and furred chest rub against her back, her wings fluttering in response while he voiced a groan, his pleasure obvious already, and he had yet to even slide inside. Her mind opened up to his emotions, and dove into the the pure bliss. She moaned, and her whole body shuddered as his mind formulated the joy that would come from filling her with his seed.

While he might not have been privy to her deeper changeling pleasures, he did not lack in primal drive and even as his wings clipped against the two walls of the small hideaway he finally worked the throbbing tip of his cock into her inviting folds, reassured of how tight she would be even just from this tiny taste. His muscular body clenched down onto her petite form and his beak came to rest beside one of her ears. In a show of his kindhearted nature, despite everything that his culture and genetics had taught him, he refrained from plunging into the helpless thing right there and instead murmured out a final question. "I...I don't think I will be able to stop myself once I go in. Ready?"

While the changeling was in her own world of bliss, greedily clinging to every pleasure she felt, she could equally sense how important it would be for him to feel confident in her consent, and wanted him to show his true Griffon passion. With a warm murmur she wiggled her rump, rubbing her moist folds against his prodding tip, and spoke. "Of course Gallus, not like this is our first time."

The flashes of memories, and the pleasures that had come with his previous conquest drove from him any semblance of reservation, and without further acknowledgment he began. His powerful haunches pushed forward, the pointed tip of the cock working apart the entrance and leaving the ever wider length of the cock to spread it out further. It soon became apparent that she was indeed a very tight fit for him, by the time he was half buried in her and the barbs of his cock began to enter she was squeezing down on his cock more than Ocellus's embodiment of Silverstream's body had at any depth.

She didn't whine though, or show any sign of discomfort, and certainly he was not about to be denied by a little bit of work. He extended his claws, the sharp tips scraping against the diamond floor and creating at least a semblance of grip. With a grunt he thrust forward once more, forcefully spreading her reluctant passage apart and claiming her depth for himself. A wave of bliss met him as his balls dangled just beneath her entrance and his cock twitched, deeply buried all the way inside.

She had been almost completely lost in the pure bliss of his emotional connection, but that was momentary severed when he claimed her depths, a squeal escaped her lips even as a surprising twinge of pain rushed up her body. He was massive, and those barbs certainly worked to scrape every part of her insides. She bit her lip, and shuddered, if he did that again, would she whine or tell him to stop? Would he request her to take the form of... She refused and held her ground, raising her head in stubborn determination.

Within moments he had grown tired of the wonderful but limited pleasures of her passage squeezing onto his demanding cock, and bringing his beak to clamp around the tip of one of her ears he withdrew from his prize. This lasted only long enough for him to prepare for what would come next, as he quickly thrust in once more. The second time was easier, on both as her already stretched passage surrendered with less of a fight. But he did not stop with that, and quickly repeated the motion again, and again.

Within seconds the red blooded animal instincts of a Griffon with a hen to breed sprung into action, and this time there was no obsessive love for Silverstream to reign Gallus in. Puffing hot air from his nostrils he fell into a eagerly feral rhythm working himself deeper into the tight passage with each thrust as his dangling balls slapped against her. His barbs would scrape her with every motion, causing the sensitive flesh to quiver and Ocellus to fight down a whine even as her mind mingled the pleasures and pains of the experience into one confused emotional package. She told herself she wanted this, even as her legs began to shake and his powerful limbs squeezed onto her to prevent the female from sagging any further away from him.

To her relieve it would not be long before the Griffion's ceaseless efforts to attain pleasure brought him approaching his peak, and with his every growing pleasure her body's sensations became numbed and forgotten, her mind overwhelmed by the emotional energy he was radiating. It filled her with the joy she had been so hopeful for, and even as he hammered away in a lust filled frenzy she knew this had been exactly what she needed.

He could feel her needy passage squeeze on him, begging for his seed even as the timid little thing shuddered and squeaked with each powerful thrust. Gallus would never have let himself go like this with his beloved, but now that all civilized thought had been replaced and carnal desires indulged he found himself so wonderfully liberated. Groaning out his pleasure he nipped at the female, leaving her ear marked with the sign of a griffion mate, a hint of blood trickling from the fresh bite mark. He didn't even notice as he raised his head, and trust in one final time, burring his cock in her just in time for his release. He screeched, loud enough that no amount library shelves would prevent it from ringing into the ears of everycreature presently in the area. He did not care, let them hear of his conquest, his claim. He rode out this simple but unmatched pleasure as each spurt of seed filled her form up more.

The changeling had abandoned all physical feelings long before he marked her ear and tunnels, so lost in her world of emotions and energies that she felt no remorse or pain when her body was cut by a griffion's beak. She only took note of his climax in so far that it burned pleasure into her mind, brighter than Celestia's sun would into the eyes of a foolish pony. She shivered and her body climaxed too, though even that was barely recognized as the much more powerful pleasures of his very being fed into her. She swam her mind through it all, devouring in every bit of pleasure in this seemingly endless moment.

Neither of them where prepared to let this end, to return to a reality filled with so much less endless bliss. And yet the world cared little for the demands of two creatures lost in bliss, and once Gallus's cock had finished its task and his bodies desires sated his mind began to return to reality. He blinked his eyes, suddenly feeling soreness seep into every part. His claws screamed out in protest from being forced into a competition with pure crystal, his wings had bend and scraped feathers at each tip from being brushed against solid walls in repeated fluttering motions, and his beak tasted the strange metallic flavor of blood. And then there was that endless fatigue, so drained was he that his eyes slid half closed even as he contemplated his bodies concerns.

It was to his credit that his desire for rest was momentarily overcome by the realization of his actions. With dread he turned his eyes away from the ceiling he had just screeched love to, and met the sight he had hoped not to find. He had bit her, not a love tap but a visible bite to her ear, a drop of blood had run down its length and colored it green. He shivered in fear even as his eyes slid closed, and his body slumped onto her back, what would she say to him? Ocellus had come to him needy for help from a friend, and now he scarred her beautiful form in stupid feral lust. If only he had the strength to apologize.

She tasted his changing emotions, that moment of shock followed by panic, it tinged her bliss with a hint of bitterness, and yet it seemed so insignificant in contrast to the wonders she had just experienced. She felt the Griffion grow heavier onto her form, failing to keep himself upright as his head slumped ontop of hers. He should have crushed her, he must have been at least three times her weight, and yet her legs did not give out, and despite her own body sending forth all forms of warning signals about the roughness she had just endured she felt only pure satisfaction.

She simply stood there for a long time in basking in the pleasures, even as Gallus drifted into sleep she could still feel his emotions seep from him into her. Whatever concerns might have run through his mind in his last moments before rest had not manifested in his sleep, instead she could tell that his body was lulling him into slumber with congratulations of a job well done. She had no intent to deny him this pleasure, though even if she could easily bear his weight grew tired of standing like this.

With a little bit of work she wiggled herself toward the ground, careful not to throw the Griffon from her back, until she was laying down with him atop her. From there it was a simple matter of worming herself out from underneath him, a certain pleasure to feeling his fluffy body dragged across her one more time. Once she was out, with him slumbering on the crystal floor in a splayed mess of feathers and fur she took gauge of the situation.

They certainly had not been quiet, though it does not seem as thought anycreature had found them, likely no one had wanted to see what had gotten a Griffion this worked up. She felt the slight stinging on her ear, aware he must have scratched or bit her there. And of course there was the cum currently leaking from her passage, dripping down her leg and matting the floor, and the dull complaints of her zealously taken body. Overall, nothing worth being concerned about for the changeling, not when contrasted with the pleasures. With a happy humming she looked toward the Griffion that had made her dreams come true, and returned to his side. She might not have been particularly tired, but the closer she was to him the more should feel the throbbing of his emotional energies, and not like he didn't earn himself her presence during his rest.

She snuggled up to him, working herself back into his chestfur, and relaxed as she closed her eyes and cocooned her mind in his feelings.

Ocellus awoke to the powerful drumming heartbeat of her companion ebbing into her ear, her head snugly pressed to his chest as the sleeping Griffon had adjusted himself to embrace her, even now his claws squeezing her smaller frame in a loving embrace. She giggled as her emotion senses re-assured her that the Griffion was likely having some very pleasant dreams. The little ling wiggled her form excitedly at the thought, certainly this was something they would have to explore further once he came to.

However, for the moment he was still recovering from their strenuous session and her sticky messy hind legs left little doubt that they both would need a shower before anything else. Begrudging her bodies demands the changeling slowly entangled herself from his clutching grasp, and got to her hooves. The room was almost entirely pitch black, the sunlight from outside had left, and the moon that must have replaced it was not powerful enough to work its light past the bookcases.

It was of little concern to her, a magical lamp she had left in her hideout being only a few hoof's away, she had enough experience to easily reach it and turn it on, ensuring the light was set dimly enough not to disturb the sleeping Griffion. With a sight she looked toward him, realizing that even the few steps she had gone left her yearning for his proximity again, the mental string leading to his emotions was tugging her back, she had to admit her body was becoming rather needy.

Which a shake of hear head she dismissed the thought to focus on rest of the room instead. They had left it a little worse for wear, from where she had failed to get back inside to the many scuff marks and toppled books the horny Griffion had left in wake of his powerful wingstrokes. She sighted to herself, knowing that if Twilight found out about her mistreatment of the written works the headmare would be seriously disappointed. With that thought lingering on her mind Ocellus worked her way outside the hideout, finding as expected the rest of the library halls abandoned at this late any hour. With the moon lighting her way she carefully ensured that no late night librarian was left around, wishing to avoid explaining her presence or her current messy state, and then headed to the front entrance.

Unlocked, as expected, who would break into a library? And even if they did, the headmare was more likely to reward and than punish them. She stood there for a long while, contemplating if she should grab that shower now and return for Gallus later, or stay with him till he awoke. Ultimately it was that ceaseless and demanding tugging inside of her that made the decision. She was so far gone from him now, only with a very focused mind could she perceive his presence, and indulge in his affection. Almost subconsciously she began heading back, letting the string guide her, every step closer appeased her deepest desire and allowed her to feel his love stronger.

She was unsure if she would ever be willing to leave his presence again, but for the time being she would stay with him as long as she could. Realizing she could combine two of her most powerful passions, she acquired herself some of the most interesting books hidden away within her nook and relocated her pillow fort over to the griffion, practically burying him within it before joining in, and reading in the flickering light of the magical lamp. Gallus, books, and pillows, she could not fathom something better.

So lost in her books did she become that she had almost completely forgotten about the wonderful mate, till her tranquility was interrupted by the sudden shifting of the pillowfort at her back. She squeaked as claws came forward and grasp onto her, the powerful limbs clumsily pulling her backwards, into the fluffy and warm chest of a griffion teen. She heard him murmur, and shuddered excitedly as his euphoria seeped into her mind. With a sigh she would let the book slip from her grasp and focus on wiggling against him, letting the large frame cup her in as she giggled.

Only then did she take note that her lamps light had long become outshone by the rising sun, even filtered through the bookcases of the library it flooded the room celestial beams. Her surprise at the passage of time, and the complete lack of exhaustion in her mind was overshadowed by his unintelligibly murmurings and nipping at one of her ears, exciting already rushing between her legs.

How wonderful it had felt, and what would stop them from doing so again, and again, for as long as the world permitted? Her wing's began to flutter, and her rump wormed between his thighs teasingly. At first he responded in kind, she could sense his growing arousal, and feel it between her legs. But then in one sudden motion his mind shifted away from it, and his first clear words came out. "Adorable as you may be, I am starving." He nipped the back of hear head in genuine affection and continued "And there is a lot we need to discuss.".

Despite his welcoming tone she could feel a sliver of ice run through her in that moment, his mind had run into thoughts it did not enjoy. She wanted him, her tail even flicked once more teasingly, a final squeak escaped her as she cuddled into his chest once more, and then felt the male withdraw from her. Coldness rushed into take the place of his warms, and by the time he had stood up she felt at least a little bashful. She followed his example and came to her hooves, though her eyes searched for his longingly.

"Are you thinking about her?"

She had never told her mind to blurt the question out like that, she had in fact made it clear that she did not wish to press him, and yet some sliver of jealousy had wormed itself up her throat and voiced the words in a cold demanding fashion. She cringed in concern of what he might say, even as their eyes finally met. His warm smile eased her tensions.

"I am, but also of you. What we just had, it felt so genuine and liberating. She needs to know, understand, she will if we just give her a chance." As he finished he leaned forward and kissed her, beak to muzzle. Even with all her senses she had not anticipated such affection, and had barely time to squeal as her wings fluttered with surprised joy. Once he withdrew from her she replied "Love is not a bird in a gilded cage.". Their eyes stayed locked for a while, silently she mused on the pulsing warms flowing from his chest into her mind, and then finally she willed herself to break away.

Leading the Griffion, her rump certainly not shy of teasing him as she did, she made her way through the entrance of her hiding place. Of course he followed her, obediently and attentively keeping his gaze locked onto her frame, and feeling a stirring once more. Not enough to distract him, but assurance that their tryst had been mutually welcome. It also brought to his attention that she was still showings signs of his conquest. Her ear had been cut, dried blood clinging to it, and her legs stained with seed that had ebbed from her small passage.

As they left the room and entered an lightly populated library he cleared his throat and awkwardly spoke up.

"O..ocellus, maybe you should get yourself washed off before breakfast. I wouldn't want rumors about you to go around."

It took her a moment to realize what he had meant, he feeling of cum clinging to her had almost become normal over the last hours, and the stinging in her ear long since passed. Still, she felt his embarrassment, and when she turned her head to see what he was looking at it became clear. She blushed, really more as a reflex of his embarrassment entering her mind than her own, and give a short nod, giggling softly as she spoke.

"While I wouldn't mind letting the whole world know of your passion for me, the prudish ponies might take offense at that." She gave him a teasing wink and continued "I am not all that hungry anyway, I could meet you in the cafeteria after getting myself cleaned up. She felt feel her body's repulsion to the idea of leaving his side for something as petty as getting washed off. But her mind had cleared enough for her to control herself, she could manage without him for a time, even if she would not enjoy it.