Lost in Time

Golden Glow had ended up spending far more time at the temple than she'd envisioned she would, or even ever wanted to: it was never supposed to be anything but a quick stop-in, after all, a first look and an exclusive for her PonyTube show, Boldly Goes.

Instead, it had been a months-long ordeal where she'd ended up becoming the best friend of someone from another time and place. Someone who was a... a leomia, as she'd cleverly termed him.

Leomia. She still couldn't believe he'd let her call him that.

Golden Glow smiled in amusement as she stretched out, comfortable and naked, sighing in contentment as she walked through her large, cozy condo aboard the Equestrian Colony Class Station Hador. She was only here for a few days, but it was nice to have a bit of time off to herself, in a place where no one else could really bother her.

Mostly to herself, she corrected, as she peeked in through the doorway of the guest room at Terry, who was curled up on the couch, rereading a book. He read voraciously: she thought he'd probably been through all the books she had a dozen times by now, and that was on top of the books he'd borrowed from the library and who knew how many stories he'd read off the internet.

He kept coming back to a few of her books in particular, though. The Daring Do stories, and some heavy philosophy texts. He had funny tastes. And funnier still was how much time he spent in books, in spite of the fact they were here, on a colony ship floating a few hundred miles above the atmosphere, gently circling the planet below.

Not that Terry wasn't fascinated by where they were, or that he didn't appreciate the spectacular view they had up here, of the stars around them and the planet below. His favorite thing seemed to be when they went up on the rooftop, as close to the glass sky of the colony as they could get, and just spent their time in quiet, reading and researching with that great endless sea of celestial expanse overhead, protected from it by nothing but a thin veneer of solar glass and the ship's invisible deflector shields.

He probably had more of an appreciation for it than she did. And he was learning to appreciate other things, too, like pony culture, she thought, as she gave a slight smile at the lounging leomia.

He was naked except for the gemstone hanging around his neck, his smooth body carefully groomed from tip to tail, his makeup perfectly applied around those big, emotive eyes of his. Golden Glow was a little jealous of how quickly and efficiently he was able to fix himself up, actually. He could get his mane and face done in the time it took her to drag her exhausted ass from her bed to the bathroom.

Then again, she only ever had to look her best for Boldly Goes. Makeup didn't help you a whole lot when you were out surveying work sites and wandering around desolate ruins and tripping in the mud and landing on your stupid face.

But she didn't have to worry about any of that right now anyway. All she had to do right now was relax.

Terry glanced up at her and blushed a bit, meekly hiding his face behind the book, but Golden only smiled in amusement at him before she slipped backwards and headed towards her own room. Terry looked like he had settled in, and since she had nothing better to do...

She grinned to herself as she slipped into her room, rubbing her hands together as she ducked down and reached under her bed to pull out a simple cardboard box. She opened this to reveal a treasure trove of erotic toys that had been tossed together, with an odd set of goggles sitting on top of the mess of playthings.

Golden Glow plucked these up, along with the personal pad that went with it. She paused and peered at the arm computer on her bedtable for a moment, but Aeiro was still in sleep mode. And that gave her a chance to indulge a little without feeling like the AI was creepily watching her.

The mare toggled through the settings on the datapad, which were all very nondescript, before she set it down and put the goggles on. She grinned as she sat back comfortably on the bed, watching the boot sequence roll by in front of her eyes before there was a brief blink.

And a moment later, she was looking at a handsome stallion who seemed to be standing at the foot of her bed, smiling at her as Golden whistled a little. Of course he wasn't really there: the goggles were just a retro augmented reality interface that she enjoyed using because they were a little more private than projection holograms or AR masks.

“Well, aren't you handsome?” Golden Glow teased as she leaned back on the bed, and then she clucked as she picked up the datapad, running her fingers over it to quickly change the settings as she muttered: “But let's start with a little bit of a show...”

A mare sauntered in from out of frame, strutting her way over to the stallion. Golden Glow leaned back, watching as the mare slipped into the stallion's lap and immediately began to kiss him, murmuring as she allowed her fingers to idly trail their way down her belly: “You ever hear of foreplay? Come on. Tease me a little.”

The digital performers acknowledged her by slowing their movements, becoming more teasing instead as their mouths broke. They looked deep into one another's eyes as their hands slowly, idly explored each other, shifting back a little so that she was sitting on his knee more than in his lap, and his hands slowly, steadily explored the curves of her hips, worked their way along her sides, earning their way towards-

A beeping filled her ears a moment before Aeiro popped into field of vision, chirping: “Package delivery!”

“God damn it!” Golden Glow yelped, flinching backwards, and the digital performers both winced and halted, staring at her, as Aeiro giggled, flitting back and forth across her vision. “Aeiro! Go away! Go back to sleep! I'll just pick up the mail later tonight.”

“Sorry!” Aeiro apologized. “But your package requires a signature.”

“I could use a signature for a package right now.” grumbled Golden Glow, and then she sighed before she said dryly, as she turned her eyes back towards the digital ponies currently waiting for instruction: “Don't get too excited without me. I'll be right back.”

She saw the ponies grumble a moment before she reached up and pulled off her goggles, then scowled at the empty air as she realized Aeiro wasn't even present, complaining loudly: “Aeiro, stay out of my... reading glasses.”

She paused, glanced down at herself as she grouchily rubbed a hand slowly along her own belly, and then she mumbled: “Well, at least I didn't get excited enough to have to put on a skirt. Okay, okay. Let's hurry.”

Golden absently picked up the box of toys and tossed it to the floor so she could boot it under the bed with a hoof before she hurried out of the room, not noticing Terry poking his head out of the guest room as she left. The leomia tilted his head in curiosity, then looked towards the open door of her room, sliding smoothly towards it as he asked to himself: “Reading glasses?”

He peered into her room, feeling a little like he was violating her privacy... but Golden Glow had always told him that he was welcome in here any time. There wasn't a lot to see, anyway: a big comfy bed, some shelves stuffed with books he frequently borrowed, a workdesk and a big screen dominating one wall...

His eyes locked on the strange goggles on her bed, and he couldn't help but slide towards these, picking them up curiously. He studied the goggles for a moment, then shrugged a bit before tugging them on, absently securing the band over his eyes as he stared at... the room, it seemed. That was funny. Everything looked the exact-

He turned his head, then yelped at the sight of the two ponies lounging together at the foot of the bed before he yanked the goggles up, wheezing loudly as he clutched at his chest. He saw nothing, and he hesitantly reached out, waving his hand through thin air before he tugged the goggles nervously back down, and he saw both ponies again, looking at him expectantly, making him wonder uneasily: “Who... are you?”

Both ponies waved, the stallion saying cheerfully: “Stud Model 'Hot Rod,' made for her pleasure, switch and passive personalities engaged.”

“Mare model 'Della,' for your enjoyment, switch-dominant personality structure rigged-in.” answered the mare.

“Oh!” Terry realized after a moment. “Daemons! I mean... AI programs. Oh, I see. For a moment I thought you were ghosts.”

Both ponies just smiled at him, and Terry studied them through the goggles curiously before he asked hesitantly: “What... what are you doing?”

“What would you like us to do?” countered the mare.

“I thought these were Golden Glow's reading glasses... uh... are you a tutoring program?” asked Terry after a moment.

And before his eyes, both the models changed, the mare winking as a dress appeared over her body and a ruler in her head, smacking this teasingly against her palm as the stallion leaned back with a blush in a schoolboy's uniform. “Would you like to view this scenario?”

“Uh... yes?” Terry said awkwardly, feeling strange, uncomfortable, and yet compelled all the same by the curious goings-on. After all, he could just... take the goggles off any time if it got too weird, so why not see what they had to offer first?

These ponies sure were strange, though.

“Care to select your level of engagement?” asked the mare, half-lidding her eyes.

“I'll... just watch.” Terry blurted out, blushing a bit.

“Care to select the level and type of activity?” asked the stallion, even as he leaned back from the 'teacher' mare.

Terry stared blankly at the mare, and after a moment the AI recited: “Levels range from low to high stimulation. You may specify any and all activities as desired from the database, or autoplay simulation based on stored preferences.”

“Uh... yes?” Terry said awkwardly.

Both AIs only looked at him expectantly for a moment, and then Terry yelped as Aeiro flitted suddenly in front of his vision, saying cheerfully: “Hi, Terry! Do you need some help?”

“Aeiro! I... y-yes, thank you.” he said embarrassedly, blushing deeply before he said hurriedly: “I hope this isn't rude of me or anything, I just heard Golden Glow call these her reading glasses and I wanted to see what that meant and I hope I'm not intruding, I just wanted to see-”

“It's fine! I can show you how these work, I'm sure Goldie won't mind!” trilled Aeiro cheerfully, before she sang: “Just sit back and relax, and I'll take care of everything else!”

The seahorse zipped out of sight, and Terry blinked before he stared as the two digital ponies fizzled once before solidifying, taking on clearer, sharper distinction, the mare grinning over at the stallion as she teased: “I've got some homework for you, Rod. You've been doing badly on your exams lately... I think it's time you did some extra credit to make up for it.”

“Oh, this must be a school video.” Terry said to himself, oblivious as he leaned in keenly, wondering if it this was a lesson plan, or a motivational video, or-

“I'll do whatever you want, Miss Della.” said the Rod AI, before he blushed as the teacher leaned forwards over him, grinning as she stroked the ruler under his chin.

“Then why don't we start by working on your behavior? You've been a naughty boy in class... I think we should start with the basics of who's in charge, and what happens to bad boys who don't listen...”

Faint music started wailing in the background as Terry watched inquisitively, before his face turned beet red as he reached up to cover the goggles, peeking through his fingers as the ponies began to move hotly, heavily against each other. “O-Oh my!”

He obviously knew what was going on: it wasn't like he was unaware of biological functions by now, and he'd accidentally stumbled onto what ponies called 'porn' once or twice while trying to look things up on the internet.

“Uh, Aeiro?” squeaked Terry, as he stared through the goggles, watching how the mare handled her stallion firmly, confidently, feeling a strange shudder run through his body.

“Yes, Terry?” Aeiro asked cheerfully. “Would you prefer something else?”

“I uh... I didn't think that uh...” Terry stammered, staring as Della tore Rod's shirt open, then stroked down his thin chest as she leaned over him, buxom breasts in his face, the 'student' stallion blushing brightly.

“If you're uncomfortable, Terry, I can turn it off! But your physiological responses indicate high levels of arousal and enjoyment! Don't be embarrassed,” trilled Aeiro brightly. “These devices were designed purely for entertainment, and what you are experiencing is natural and a well-established part of modern culture.”

Terry didn't really have a response to that, only blushing deeper and staring as the two digital ponies became more fervent, the mare clearly in charge, the stallion submitting to her will and desires...

He lost track of time as he stared at the two, not even realizing how the display was affecting him, that his twin hemipenes had peeked their way out of his genital slit and were throbbing with the excitement the leomia was otherwise trying to hide as he sat childishly with his hands still half-covering the goggles, as if the fact he was peeking through his fingers made this somehow less embarrassing for him.

He didn't even notice when Golden Glow stepped into the doorway, wincing and then scowling horribly at the sight of Terry sitting on her bed and staring through her VR goggles. Her cheeks puffed out almost childishly as she glowered at him before her eyes slid down his body, and they widened a little as she saw the twin – two? He has two? – penises of the leomia sticking out of his body, red and bright and fleshy, throbbing in the naked air.

She cleared her throat a little louder than she intended to, and Terry flinched and looked sharply at her before he squeaked and grabbed wildly at the goggles, yanking them hurriedly up off his eyes as he blurted out: “Golden Glow!”

“Terry!” Golden Glow retorted, forcing her eyes quickly up to his, and then she stomped over to him and reached up to quickly snatch the goggles off his head, making him blush furiously as he covered his face in embarrassment. “Why are you using my... uh...”

Before she even said it, she realized why the euphemism she used might interest Terry. And before she could change her question slightly, Terry said embarrassedly: “I'm sorry, I thought it was uh... well...”

“It's my fault, Goldie, I set it up for him!” chirped Aeiro as she flicked into being, the seahorse whizzing up beside Terry with a smile. “I didn't think you'd mind, and Terry really seemed like he needed to relax like you like to relax sometimes!”

Golden winced as Terry blushed, and then Aeiro leaned forwards and whispered seriously: “Masturbation.”

“Yes, I get it, Aeiro, thank you!” Golden snapped with a deep blush, flailing her arms at the little seahorse before she grumbled as she held the goggles up over her face. “What were you looking at, anyway...”

She scowled as she turned her head, then stared at the augmented reality that greeted her: her favorite models were still going at it, digital Rod groaning away as digital Della plowed him from behind with a strap-on, and Golden Glow stared for a moment before she snapped: “Hey!”

Both the digital ponies flinched and stared at her, and Golden scowled at them sourly before she grumbled: “System off.”

Without waiting to watch the goggles power down, she tossed them off her face onto the bed, looking mildly down at Terry as he smiled lamely up at her, blushing, half-covering himself, eyes shifting awkwardly away as Golden said wryly: “Didn't know you were into that, Terry.”

“I uh... well, I mean, that is to say...” Terry blushed a bit, trying to look away, but his eyes wandered back to her as he blushed deeper and mumbled: “I guess I don't know... what I'm really into. I mean, I never... uh...”

He blushed deeper, and Golden studied him for a moment before she smiled a little despite herself, sitting down on the bed beside him. She gently reached up, stroking along his arm, letting her eyes draw over his handsome leonine upper half as she teased: “What, never tried sticking something up your butt?”

Terry's eyes bulged and he stared in something like horror at Golden Glow, who couldn't help but laugh as she leaned into his side. He fidgeted wildly, mumbling as his eyes darted back and forth before Golden Glow said thoughtfully: “You know, I could probably find something nice and easy for you to try out if you wanted...”

Terry flinched and looked awkwardly away, and Golden Glow smiled in amusement at him, figuring she had probably made her point and now- “Um... c-c-could you... help me?”

Golden blinked, then couldn't help but stare as Terry asked, even as he refused to look at her and turned as bright red as a ripe tomato: “M-M-Maybe... l-like that mare was with... with the uh... with the um...”

He peeked towards her, and it was Golden Glow's turn to blush and look awkwardly away for a moment. They shifted together, and yet even as they half-turned from each other, they couldn't help but lean into each other a little, arms rubbing together, sides almost touching as Golden Glow gave it real thought for a moment.

Her body flexed: she was frustrated, a little aroused, and... giving Terry's proposal actual thought, as she peeked at him again, licking her lips a bit as her eyes slid along his body. He blushed as he looked back at her, and she felt the quiver of his arm as he half-moved it upwards, the mare smiling slightly and murmuring after a moment: “You know, the male's supposed to be the one who takes charge. And I'd think your... first time...”

She glanced at him, saw his blush redden his cheeks even more, and she understood that, yes, it was indeed his first time even considering some kind of physical interaction with another. “Well, don't you want it to be...”

“I... want it to be special. And... I...” Terry stammered a little, then blushed as he leaned suddenly over, burying his face against her neck, breathing in her smell, his arms compulsively wrapping around her waist and squeezing her, hugging himself into her as he pressed against her.

She blushed a little as she looked at him, felt his presence, his closeness, and she smiled a bit, her arm sliding naturally around him, squeezing him closer into her as her other hand reached out and stroked gently down his chest, saying softly and simply: “Okay.”

That was all that needed to be said, and Golden leaned down, nuzzling his head for a moment before she brought a hand up and nudged him gently under the chin, bringing his gaze up to meet hers. They looked at one another for a few moments, and then Golden smiled softly as she brought her lips to his, kissing him: first almost chastely, watching the way his eyes widened with surprise, feeling him quiver in her arms, before she pushed forwards, and deepened the kiss, as she allowed her eyes to slip closed.

He kissed her back as his own eyes fluttered for a moment before sliding shut, whimpering a little in rapture as their mouths worked together, their tongues danced, he felt himself completely in her grips and under her control as the more experienced mare teased him and tasted him. He felt himself melting under her power and guidance, his hands gripping helplessly into her as her own slid across his frame, encouraging him to draw in closer, to kiss deeper, harder, more passionately.

Finally, their muzzles parted, Terry panting and almost shaking, his eyes flickering open to stare raptly up at Golden Glow as she looked down at him with a seductive, half-lidded gaze, gently extracting herself from him to push him back onto the bed, guiding him, telling him what she wanted, what he had to do, without ever needing to speak.

He felt her slide over him, straddling his thick tail, his body shivering as his twin penises flexed and bulged in the naked air. He breathed hard as she slid her hands along his lithe frame, but when he half-reached up, she caught his wrists and gently pinned them by his head as she leaned down and kissed his chest, silently telling him to trust her, to submit to her, to allow her to tease him and please him.

He was more than happy to, letting his head roll back, breathing softly as he felt her trail kisses down his chest, over his belly, her hands sliding gently along his arms, then inward, trailing across his lithe chest, running their way his sides, making him squirm with the ticklish, anxious sensation. She stopped at his waist, where short, leonine coat gave away smoothly to scale just above his groin, and those throbbing, pinkish cocks.

She smiled slightly as she let her hands tickle down, fingertips grazing his groin, Terry flushing and shifting before he gasped softly as he felt her hands on his twin members. He blushed deeply, squirming, digging his fingers into the blanket of her bed as his long body-tail twitched and almost coiled beneath her, but she sat herself firmly down. She both pinned his body-tail in place and let him feel the heat of her own groin, the flex of her thighs, the excitement whispering its way through her own body as she squeezed gently but teasingly on those two shafts.

She felt them flex, beads of pre leaking from his twin cocks, his body jilting under her as he bit his lip. She couldn't help but smile at him as she just let her hands encompass his shafts, holding on to him, letting him adjust to the feel of her hands, letting the arosual flow, and then ebb as she gazed down at him tenderly.

She didn't want him to orgasm immediately, after all. She wanted to really... enjoy this.

She gently released him, then slid her hands down further, kneading her fingers down the underside of his body tail, and Terry shivered, then closed his eyes: he wasn't panting quite as much, but it was clear that he enjoyed the feeling of her massaging down along those strong coils, that he liked the feeling of touch, that maybe it was a sensual zone for him, but not so sexual that it was making him lose control.

And she enjoyed the feeling of her fingers working against his scales, taking in how smooth they were, how the entire coil was a series of strong muscles. She half-lidded her eyes as she slid down further, letting herself slip off the foot of the bed and giving him a moment to relax as she ducked down.

Two sets of curious eyes couldn't help but watch the sight of the two teasing each other: a digital daemon, and a magical construct, both invisible to the eyes of pony and leomia so as not to disturb them, but fully visible and audible to one-another as they floated in a corner, Aeiro giggling as she said brightly: “They're certainly enjoying each other!”

“I'm glad for Terry. He's never had this... he's never really had anyone to really... be with him, let alone give him something like this.” Oneiros said, before the daemon smiled slightly, adding wryly as Golden Glow grinned as she stood up, a strap-on gleaming in her hand. “Even if it's... interesting.”

“What, you didn't have toys back then?” asked Aeiro cheerfully, and Oneiros chuckled.

“No, it's not that. Toys, magic, plenty else... more... this.” Oneiros remarked, watching as Golden Glow sliding into place, the strap-on she had strapped on grinding its way slowly up Terry's long body tail as he flushed and leaned back, breathing a little harder, a little nervous, a little anxious, a lot excited... exhilarated, in a word.

“Oh, Goldie's great at taking control! She knows just what she wants and she doesn't stop until she gets it!” chirped Aeiro.

“I can see that. Makes me a little jealous.” Oneiros said, before the archeaopteryx squawked in surprise as she felt the seahorse grind against her with a wink, a twist of ephemeral fingers teasingly stroking the other side of her body.

“Well, there's no reason you have to be! And you don't have to be so lonely, either.” Aeiro said kindly, smiling warmly at Oneiros as the daemon looked at her dubiously... but she didn't resist as she felt the seahorse's magic twist around her again. The digital construct's emanations felt so much like her own, so real to her, so... welcome, after countless years without any contact, without even thinking her own kind existed anymore...

Oneiros gave into it, unable to help herself, the daemon leaning into the seahorse as her own claws slid upwards and over the body of her fellow spirit: their manifestations were so different, and yet the energy Aeiro exuded was so much the same, so familiar, so comforting. Their contact wasn't quite like Terry and Golden, but it was still intimate, showing trust, affirmation, something beyond the physical.

The two spiraled together, their bodies coiling with each other, the ethereal, invisible hands of the seahorse stroking over every inch of Oneiros as the archaeopteryx ground back with both spirit body and her very essence, stroking the hidden parts of Aeiro that her claws and wings couldn't reach and making the seahorse trill in elation and pleasure. Aeiro was vocal, exuberent, excited, not hiding her delight, her arousal, her pleasure; Oneiros was reserved but dedicated, giving her all to her partner, her pants betraying her excitement but the way she worked her body and energy back against her fellow daemon truly displaying her determination to please her lover.

Meanwhile, Terry shivered as he felt Golden's body press over his: her naked form ground down against his uncovered chest, her breasts pressing against his chest, her legs straddling him, making him feel the flex of her thighs, the rock of her hips as she thrust the strapon slowly between the twin stalks of his hemipenes. Terry shuddered at the feeling, licking his lips as he tilted his head back, feeling his body trembling with strange, unadulterated desire as he whispered wordlessly to the pony.

The mare nuzzled into his neck, gave him a teasing nip on the throat, and Terry whimpered helplessly for her as he bucked his serpentine waist; she allowed him to shift himself against her, her hands stroking along his body, one soothingly rubbing down his belly as the other traveled further downwards, gently slipping its way towards the snake's tender tailhole.

A single finger slid along the rim of his rosebud, and Terry squirmed and gasped, tilting his head back with a flush, but he almost immediately settled the moment that Golden Glow nuzzled into his neck.

Slowly, gently, she slipped a fingertip forwards, and Terry gasped softly as he felt it gently, carefully penetrate him. Her other hand stroked upwards, slowly rubbing across his chest before it wrapped around his neck, and Terry almost mewled as Golden's lips slipped up to his, kissing him, sharing breath with him as slowly but surely, her finger slid into his virgin rosebud, making him shudder at the strange sensation of being penetrated, even by just a single digit.

His shafts flexed, grinding against her taut stomach, leaking their essence in dribbles that smeared through their fur. His eyes fluttered as their mouths worked together, and as the kiss broke, he couldn't help but chase her lips, kissing her again, and again, as her finger slowly pumped in and out of his tailhole, as she teased and toyed with him.

Her strapon was a toy of his century, flexing like a real shaft, the horsecock-shaped artificial phallus sending tingles of delight through Golden's body as if it were really her own as it meshed and ground against the snake's body, as it was sandwiched in the warmth of their forms, as it clashed and frotted against the twin members of the snake.

She thrust against him, her body flexing, licking her lips as she pushed him down: not pinning him, not dominating him, but taking control, leading him as she drew her hips back and positioned herself, bringing the head of her synthetic cock to the snake's tailhole as she drew her finger back. She could feel the flex of the rim of his ring as her toy's cockhead pressed forwards, just as she felt Terry stiffen slightly beneath her before he relaxed, letting his head drop back, his tail raising slightly, his body offering itself to her in what was almost a moment of instinct-driven desire.

Her body reacted with the same instinct, thrusting forwards, that thick, almost-real phallus pushing against the tight tailhole of the snake and burying into it, making Terry gasp as he felt his anus stretched far larger and further by something much bigger than just a digit. He gritted his teeth and shivered, eyes narrowing to slits in what could have been absolute agony or intense pleasure: something he wasn't sure of himself, as his body bucked, his tail flicking sharply, his waist rocking and his hands clutching helplessly at Golden as a short series of staccato gasps escaped his muzzle.

She sank her synthetic shaft into him, urged on by him and helped along by the almost convulsive buck of his waist: she paused more so she could take a breath than he could adjust, as he squirmed beneath her, gasping, his shafts dripping pre, whimpering nonsense words escaping his jaws as his fingers dug against her back.

Then she thrust, again, burying the strapon inside of the leomia to the hilt, grunting as her cloth-covered crotch pressed into the smooth scaled underbody of the male. He gasped as he clutched into her, moaning something that sounded vaguely like her name, and Golden Glow groaned wordless comfort into his neck as her body pressed down against him, her loins aflame with passion, nipples hard as diamond as every inch of her front ground itself down against him.

She breathed roughly, mixing with the hot pants of the leomia as he clung to her, shivering, as his body adjusted to the feeling of the toy inside him. His fingers clutched at her as he shuddered in need, almost whimpering as he felt the mare's body push down before her hips rolled, then slowly drew back before thrusting again, grunting quietly as she buried that thick toy to the hilt again into the leomia's tight passage.

He gasped and shuddered, burying his face against her neck, but his body rocked, flexed, as if asking for more. Golden was all too glad to give him what he wanted, what his body needed at this point, thrusting her strap-on to the base before she slowly dragged it back, then pumped it forwards again.

Terry moaned and shuddered, his body shaking with need and desire: above, that need, that pleasure was mirrored by the writhing forms of the AI and the daemon as they twisted through the air together, invisible but for the occasional swirl of light their coupling made as their energies intertwined, as manifested bodies pushed and rollicked together as living spirit twisted and comingled at the same time.

The archaeoptyerx thrusted her hips, grinding her sex against the seahorse's own as the nimble body of the AI almost coiled around her, nuzzling down her neck, trailing kisses down her chest as they bucked and jostled together. They worked against one another, moaning to each other, sharing data and life, spirit and substance as Aeiro shuddered at the delight of strong wings embracing her, of claws tickling against her scales, of her strong form grinding deliciously against the exotic avian-saur's frame.

As they coiled overhead, below Terry cried out in delight as Golden thrust faster, harder, leaning down into Terry, not pinning him, but all the same ruling him, keeping him beneath her in a way that drove him wild. The serpentine male flexed back against her, his tail thumping and thudding against bed and floor with very buck of Golden's hips, feeling her strap-on shoving deliciously deep into his body again and again and again.

He moaned out, his twin cocks grinding, flexing against her stomach, the feeling soon becoming too much. His panting grew into mewling, moaning whimpers, his eyes opening and his head lolling back, gasping for breath as his maw yawned open. He thrust helplessly against her as she pistoned into him, rough, crude, unable to keep time: virginal, and passionate.

His cocks flexed: and Golden gasped as she felt his orgasm hit, making his body clench around her strap-on as she drove it deep with every hard, jagged thrust into him, feeling her own passion and pleasure growing as she reamed relentlessly into his body. She breathed hard, leaning down against him, body flexing as his thick seed spurted from his cocks, spilling between their passionate bodies, staining both of their coats with his chimeric cum.

He moaned out, thrusting himself harder for a few moments, crying out in delight as his head lolled back and his body shook with ecstasy before he slumped back against the mattress as Golden Glow thrust, then allowed her pistons to slow, gasping in pleasure, looking down at him with a lick of her lips as he settled against the bed. He breathed hard, body shaking, eyes blinking a few times before he flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment.

Golden only smiled down at him, the two resting together for a moment, bodies close, his mess between them as he licked his lips before saying meekly: “You didn't...”

Golden shrugged, grinning as she leaned down and kissed his neck, comforting: “It's your first time and not my first rodeo. I don't need to. I enjoyed myself. It's... it's been a long time since I've had... this.”

She blushed a bit herself, resting her head against his neck for a moment as Terry's fingers trailed silently down her back: to her surprise, he was still hard, his hips rocking his body slowly against her, his long, coiling tail flexing beneath her as they relaxed for a few moments with the strap-on buried in him still, before he murmured hesitantly: “I... I want to... I mean, if...”

He blushed, deep red, and Golden smiled slightly as she straightened before she slowly pulled back, letting the strap-on slip loose from his tailhole, Terry gasping a bit, and then shivering in pleasure as he arched his back at the exotic, erotic feeling of cold air teasing his stretched rosebud. He shivered for a moment on his back, then licked his lips as Golden rolled off to the side of the bed, reaching down to idly undo the strap-on and let it fall loose to the side, her sex wet, her thighs glistening, her body still quivering with the heat and desire as one of her hands stroked down his chest, then gripped lightly into one of his cocks.

He grunted softly, more from the feeling of... being touched, than being sensitive. His hard cocks throbbed, glistening with his spent load, but leaking still, throbbing still, as Golden squeezed slowly on one of those bulging shafts before she stroked it idly, then asked softly: “Not going to be too hard on you if...”

He shook his head, blushing, and Golden smiled slightly before the snake added hesitantly: “But maybe if... if you could...”

The mare smiled wider, then winked as she slipped her way onto Terry, straddling his waist as she stroked her hands along his front gently, and the snake settled obligingly on his back, gazing up at her with a blush as the mare teased: “Don't worry. I like being the one on top anyway.”

She looked down at those dual cocks, gently stroking her hands to them, gripping them and squeezing them teasingly for a moment. She had done a lot of... interesting things in her day, but she thought it would probably be best to start just with one of them, not both.

Terry was already shivering under her grip, and she smiled slightly before she shifted, pivoting herself just enough that she was still able to tease Terry's shaft as she lowered herself, while the other cockhead slid up the front of her groin. She gave a low breath, then shifted back, rolling her hips downwards, and Terry gasped in pleasure as, almost without warning, he felt her sink down, impaling herself on one of his cocks as the other hemipene pushed upwards along her groin, pointed head nudging her clitoris.

Golden shuddered in pleasure, leaning forwards, resting one hand on Terry's stomach and the other on her leg as she began to rock her hips slowly, firmly, raising herself up, then sinking lower, inch after inch of his shaft vanishing into her clenching cunt. Terry shuddered, gasping out again, his body flexing, his strong tail coiling helplessly behind Golden as he reacted more to this than he had to the strap-on, his eyes rolling in his head as he moaned out: “Y-Yes... G-Goldie...”

Golden Glow shivered as she rolled her hips, sitting her weight down, feeling his shaft sink into her until her thick mare lips kissed his solid waist. She gyrated, grinding his flesh against the wall of her sex, making them both shudder before she began to make short, easy rocks, thighs flexing with every quick buck, rising up, then sitting down that hard length as she breathed softly in and out, her whole form shaking with pleasure as her hands dug against his furry chest and her own leg.

She could feel him, pressing deep inside her, as his other cock slid against her groin, exotic and delightful, grinding against her clit with every pass and doubling her pleasure as she moaned out in need. She worked herself eagerly along his length, riding him almost greedily as her breasts bounced with every firm rollick of her hips, and Terry moaned out in need as he grasped at her, almost clinging to her as his body responded for him, thrusting off-rhythm upwards into her with every firm bounce of her body.

It wasn't long before she was bouncing faster, harder on his shaft as he thrust helplessly up into her, trying to resist the urge to piston his hips wildly as he moaned out in pleasure, his body visibly shaking with delight. His exposed cock visibly leaked copious amounts of pre as his other shaft flexed inside of her, twin hempenes pulsing with need and desire he could barely resist as her tight walls milked his dual malehood for all that they were worth.

Golden moved faster, firmer, breathing harder as she worked herself up and down his length, her body shuddering, flexing, her sweaty mane hanging in her eyes as she dropped her head forwards, her legs visibly clenching, rump jiggling with every drop of her ass, every throb of her thighs, every rise of her waist. She worked herself, passionately, along his length, shivering in pleasure as his name escaped her lips with every few breaths.

It was short, and sweet, and wonderful: in minutes, Golden had her head thrown back, moaning louder, taking all she could from the leomia as her body quaked with pleasure, overheating with the passion of their coupling as her sex clenched around his shaft. She cried out in bliss, head lolling back, eyes staring up at the ceiling as her hands slid up her own body, relishing the delight of not just an orgasm, but the first in the longest time that she had shared with another, gasping in pleasure as her vagina clenched powerfully around the snake-shaft buried inside of her, as her clit throbbed, her whole form shook, and her nectar spilled down her thighs, splattering over the waist of the leomia.

It was too much for Terry to handle: it had taken all of his effort to last this long, and he couldn't resist giving in to the ecstasy, the raw pleasure that came with the mare's orgasm, his own hitting, making him cry out in delight as he thrust helplessly up into her, his other cock grinding against her as it visibly stiffened before squirting his hot load up her body, splattering across her stomach and pattering back down over his own chest as he thrust helplessly, wildly up into her sex.

They worked together, passionate, raw, working one-another for all the pleasure they could. And finally, their bodies settled, Golden gasping quietly as she settled down, laying across his chest as he pressed back into her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face against her neck as they coiled in a shuddering mess as his shaft slipped loose from her sex.

They rested for a few long moments together, as above, their spirit helpers danced in the afterglow, finishing up their own intense, passionate mating as their little voices cried out, their similar spirits mixed and danced as they both orgasmed; with energy, not the physical, but more intense for it as their bodies worked vociferously together, invading each other, grinding into each other, and then releasing, and mixing, nearly inhabiting one-another's forms with how thick their passion was. But they, too, relaxed as the passion settled between their partners, slowly settling into floating overhead in the warmth that followed.

Terry and Golden Glow rested together, and even as they shifted, he buried his head against her, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Her friend, her lover, her... something so special, something she didn't have words for, as she smiled despite herself before murmuring quietly: “I'm glad you're here, Terry.”

Terry smiled into her neck, and he nodded against her, shy, but here with her, always hers, happy to belong. And in that moment, nothing else mattered, except for them, together.

Now finally, he knew where it was that he truly belonged.