That little room on the left couldn't be said for much at first. After all, the new family of four did just move in. But it came with the essentials; shelves, desk, wardrobe, and most importantly - a bed big enough, or rather small enough, for just the two of them.
The hours Toola Roola spent sorting her possessions and Esalen hacking goo at the walls held no shortage of flirtatious comments nor seductive looks. There was a break for dinner, but only out of courtesy for their other housemates. After, though...
Toola Roola was the first to finish, greeting her marefriend fresh from the shower with naught but a peck on the cheek and brush of the tail against her face.
She made no allusions, taking her time to lead the way back to their room with swaying hips and a flicking her tail that showed off her stockier Earth Pony lineage, even if her abilities lay in flexibility. When she lay on the bed it was but a trap, with her as the bait.
Esalen went second, taking her time to enjoy the view, the pink changeling eyeing her marefriend's inviting pose on the - their, bed. Her love was but a lure, and she was happy to get hooked. She pushed out a hind leg to swing the door closed, barring it with one of their unpacked bags just to be safe, though she was confident they would be uninterrupted that night.
Aspire and Sure Stroke would surely be enjoying themselves together too, though surely a lot...quieter, than what she had in mind. Esalen lidded her eyes and shot Toola a long, smouldering gaze, making sure to lick her lips and fangs ever so slowly, to show off its reach.
They'd been an item for two years. And two years is a long time for any youth.
Plenty of time to get to fall in love, learn about each other, and...experiment.
Thank Love for soundproofing.
"So Essy, we've finally done it." The pony drawled. "A new home, tomorrow's our new trade, our new lives as full adults has just begun...and I get to spend it with you."
"Lucky me." Esalen tasted the air. Sweet spice of affection, hope, and...sometning baser. She smiled down at her mare as the changeling closed the gap, crawling up over Toola and planting a kiss on her nose.
If she were more like her brother Esalen would have been content to leave it there and cuddle till the dawn unless she asked. But they knew each other too well to be doubtful. The sidelong glances and scant teases they shared worked them both up ever since they started unpacking. Eventually Toola stopped bothering to hide anything. Esalen could barely resist with every taste.
The pink changeling waggled her brows. "Dinner was great, treasure, but I'm hungry for some...dessert."
Esalen's pet name for her was well deserved, her giggles chirping like a songbird. And with any luck, she'd be singing before midnight. Toola cupped Esalen's neck and pulled in for another kiss, hungrier.
"Oh, is that why you ate so little? That's an Aspire if I've ever heard one." The pony's smile turned mischievous in a way no other but Esalen had yet to see. "Let's break in the bed."
Her lover pulled away and shuffled back until she was straddling the Earth Pony's hips. Esalen undid the braid of her mane and loosened it with a few shakes till it settled over her shoulder - a look that Toola could certainly appreciate.
"You know how much I like buttering you up first. So what are you feeling for today? Something adventurous?"
A flash of green magic characteristic of changeling transformations coated Esalen, leaving a doppelganger of a Toola Roola in her place, looking down at her with a smouldering want. Before changing into a decidedly male version, with rather...generous proportions. And the voice to match.
"Maybe something a little tamer?"
Another flash, and the Earth pony stallion was now a male changeling, pink and black with a lithe figure and short fringe as Esalen might have been if born differently. The changeling trailed a hoof down the mare's belly as his tongue snaked out to nearly twice as long as his muzzle was.
"Or..."
Eslaen held her smirk and suggestive face as she shifted form twice more in quick succession. First to her own brother Aspire, the exact specifics, of course, had been left to some speculation.
She gave a wink in a very Aspire-like way before she took the shape of a mare once more, except this time as a Pegasus. The visage of Sure Stroke fluttered her eyes and a large pair of wings spread out behind her.
Toola's face grew more and more flustered with each 'showcase' and the peculiar scent filling the air made things all the more obvious. She shook her head.
"Aw, Essy, they'll get to it when they're ready. But now, it's our first night here. And if you think I'd want anything else than you as you are then I'll need to remind you every night till you do remember...just like last time."
"Eheh...yes ma'am." Esalen changed back into her natural form with a nervous chuckle. The memory of the last time they tried to 'explore the differences between changelings and earth ponies' was still fresh. Suffice to say, Esalen felt that changelings wouldn't be able to...'outlast' Earth ponies in a fair fight.
With that in mind, the changeling leaned over to kiss the mare on her forehead, before trailing a line down her neck and shoulders. Tender, but growing more passionate as she traveled. Every so often she would nip and graze her teeth against her skin, earning the occasional quiver and hum of appreciation.
Esalen had blunted her fangs with the last transformation, the last thing she wanted to do was draw blood. But she couldn't deny the results of having a marefriend being into a little teeth play. At this point, she couldn't tell the difference between the taste of love and the taste of Toola's skin.
Not wanting to leave her hooves idle she trailed one down the side of her back, gripping right at the waist while the other snaked it's way around the pony's own hoof.
She took it slow. Not with the frantic need of a pair of young fillies running on hormones, but as the creeping passion of a pair of adults that wanted to show how much they appreciated each other - in the most physical way.
Esalen's eyes shot open and wings buzzed when she felt the mare under her begin to kiss and nuzzle back. She should've known Toola would want to reciprocate. Her actions were softer, bending to allow Esalen more access to her neck and shoulders and whispering encouragment into her ear every time she came down for another round.
The Earth pony's leg began to twitch, brushing up against Esalen's inner thigh and rubbing a path right between them. The embers in her lit into a roaring fire in an instant and, well, the room did feel a little hotter. Accident or no, she took it as a challenge. Except this was between her mind and her body.
Esalen trailed even lower then withdrew back into a sitting position, noting the new damp spots between both their thighs as their legs brushed over each other. A quick taste of the air between them proved useless - there was the taste of Toola, and there was the taste of her love and want for her. Either way, she couldn't tell the difference.
The changeling shuffled backwards some and lay her head on the sheets between the pony's thighs, tickling the short fur with her breath and taking in the much stronger scent of her essence.
'It's always good to taste your food before eating it' she had heard Aspire tell her once. Esalen did just that, grazing twin trails along the insides of Toola's loins while giving the occasional kiss and lick at the opening folds of her marehood. It earned no shortage of appreciation for her. What felt like minutes passed as the changeling worked herself up too, drifting a hoof down to keep her own anatomy primed for further action.
"Mmmf....d-depper, Essy..." Toola moaned, arching her back upward hoping her lover would take the hint. Esalen kept up her oral ministrations but planted her knees on the bed, lifting the mare's hips up, bracing her weight as she kneeled. Then she put her tongue to work.
One might not find a changeling lacking much in equipment, but for Toola their wonderfully dextrous tongue was all she'd need. Esalen's muscle dove deep into her, and while not as fulfilling as the traditional tool for the job, the feeling of it snaking around inside her, pressing all her buttons in just the right way began to make her writhe in her grip.
By that point she wasn't even trying to keep quiet, moaning out her love's name, crying for more. Aspire and Doodle shouldn't be able to hear. And if they did...well, at least it wouldn't have been news to them. The mare didn't want to let the other do all the work though, so she began to curl her back...
Esalen was torn out of her focus when she felt Toola's hooves wrap around her legs and snout bump between her own folds to begin working her as she was. Vibrations rippled as she moaned into her cunt, eyes beginning to roll back into her head at the literal waves of pleasure rocking her body, bringing her to peak much faster than she was doing with Toola.
She squeezed her thighs around her head, pinning her in place. For her it was no longer a marathon, but a sprint. Normally she would've lasted much longer, but Caretakers were always the most empathetic of the hives, and the sheer thickness of love and lust in the air was like the changeling could feel the sensations she was inflicting as if it were herself. And being eaten inside out in all the best ways by a changeling that had her fangs tickling your sensitive areas made a spike on the pony's pleasure levels.
Naturally, with Toola putting in her fair share of the work, she couldn't hold out for long.
Toola was still the first to finish, wet juices splashing the changeling's muzzle, most dripping down onto her own snout from above. Esalen came a split second later, thighs quivering as she held onto her treasure's own shaking body with all her might, intent on riding out their orgasm for as long as it would last. It would be many minutes more before they could do more than just breathe.
It seemed like forever when the two recovered, panting and sticky, air heavy with the scent of sex.
"The sheets...will need replacing..." Esalen panted, her loose mane now quite the frazzled mess. Ths two of them since opted to cuddle out the afterglow. She took the big spoon, of course.
"Good thing I used my old ones then..." Toola Roola lay back, her face a smile of pure contentment. Even if the rest of her looked like she just went through a washing machine. "We could just throw these out...maybe burn them..."
"Not just yet, what about round two...?" Esalen grinned as she moved around to straddle Toola's lower leg, lifting the other up so it wound'nt get in the way. A position many describe looking like 'a pair of scissiors'.
"You need to ask? I'm opening the toy box next round, though."
"Only if you let me use a disguise next, my treasure."
Author's Note
If you know my other works, writing lesbians is...kinda hard for me. Still, I hope I did a good enough job for my first try, and that you enjoyed your reading of it. And yes, with Toola being so flexible I just had to make the Mass Effect reference.
