Everyone has a breaking point; for some, it can be due a small or inconsequential error, like receiving the wrong dipping sauce for your tendies. Others require something a bit more cataclysmic, such as having someone intentionally swap your bottled water with vodka. In Anon’s case, after suffering through a month of Twilight’s “plea bargain agreement”, that moment had finally arrived.
Bursting through the headmare’s office door, adorned in little more than a t-shirt, slippers, and his pajama pants, Anon’s bloodshot eyes surveyed the room, ultimately settling on a very confused looking alicorn seated behind a desk. Despite it being his first day off in a week, he’d woken up to find the azure cat-bird drooling on a pair of his underwear, in defiance of Gallus’ promise to respect his personal boundaries, but that wasn’t the main problem.
No, Anon had been able to overlook that, realizing that drawing attention to it would only result in yet more scandalous enticements from his roommate. Until recently, he’d also been able to ignore the increasingly shameless advances of Yona, Smolder, Silverstream, and Ocellus. Each of the five accursed students had their own, shall we say, charm; but that’s neither here nor there.
Every day, without fail, he’d find himself the target of lustful gazes, barely veiled innuendo, or “accidental” presentations of plump posteriors and/or girly bits. The only brief respite he'd had happened when Cozy Glow, Tirek, and Chrysalis had nearly toppled the Equestrian empire and caused an apocalypse. Regardless of the students' tactics, the man was ceaselessly accosted with quadrupedal temptations. Try as they might, he’d persevered and maintained what little dignity he had left, despite how badly they wanted his affection, and he’d finally had enough of it.
“Good morning, Anon!” Twilight cheerfully greeted, either ignoring or overlooking the man’s disheveled appearance. “What brings you to my-”
“You know good and well why I’m here!” Anon cut her off, stomping over to her. “Every day, every single day, they’re stalking me,” he added, conspiratorially lowering his voice and glancing around the room.
“Who’s sta-” the Princess was cut off a second time, as he angrily leered at her.
“Them…” he hissed, seating himself opposite her. Slowly shaking his head, Anon released a shuddering breath. “Twilight, please, I’m just so tired…” he sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I know they like me, I know they’re all interested in me, but how am I supposed to choose? Each of them is great, in their own way, and I don’t want to break anyone’s heart,” he explained, burying his face in his hands.
Twilight knit her brow, as she studied the forlorn and fatigued janitor. She wasn’t terribly surprised that Anon had eventually broken, given he’d been continually pursued by a sextet of diverse senior students. Even though she had given him her blessing to court them, dispelling his misplaced concerns about the legality or professionality of such a thing, he’d abstained. Thankfully, she’d made contingencies for just such a scenario.
“Anon,” the purple mare began, unseating herself and rounding her desk, “first of all, I’d like to apologize. I had no idea things would have such a negative impact on you. Secondly, I may have a solution for all of this.”
“All of it?” the man incredulously parroted.
Though he had no concrete evidence, Anon had suspected his employer had been, at the very least, monitoring him. Sure, he didn’t have a damn thing to prove it, but his gut screamed that there had been some meddling on Twilight’s behalf. There’s just been too many coincidences for his liking, so he did his best to be vigilant around her.
“Mmmhmm!” Twilight hummed, trotting over to a filing cabinet. Retrieving a seemingly ordinary folder, she closed the drawer, turned about, and marched it over to him. “This,” she noted, waving the file before Anon, “will guarantee, beyond any doubt, that Gallus, Smolder, Ocellus, Yona, and Silverstream leave you be.”
“How?” he asked, squinting at her.
“Well, it’s more of a proposition. Each of your potential paramours has preemptively agreed to cease their pursuits of you!” the alicorn chirped, placing the folder on her desk.
Anon paused, waiting for the other shoe to drop. There’s no way in hell there wasn’t a hook involved, or some sort of catch. Eventually, as the seconds ticked by, he gazed over at the Princess. “If…” he flatly said, letting the word hang.
“If you’ll go on one date with them. That’s it,” Twilight responded. “Oh, before you ask, each of them signed a legally binding contract on the matter. Should you decide to date them, you’ll have a month to begin courting or reject them. It’s all written down, if you’d like to read it over,” she added, hoping to circumvent any unnecessary questions.
Snatching up the folder, Anon flipped through its contents. True to her word, there were five identical documents inside, each was notarized and signed by one of his would-be lovers. Though he was by no means an expert at legal jargon, the contracts appeared pretty solid.
If he accepted, he’d be required to go on a single date with each of them, at a location of their choosing, and that was it - no screwy wording, nothing about overtly suspicious, just a lone night out, that’s it. Hell, there wasn’t even anything in there about having to have a relationship with any of them. As far as he could tell, if he chose to shoot them all down, he’d be totally able to.
“What about my living arrangements?” Anon asked, genuinely concerned about continuing his cohabitation with the feathered incubus.
“You’ll get a room to yourself, yes, but only if you commit to this experi - er - completely optional endeavor,” Twilight clarified, awkwardly grinning at him.
“Alright, fuck it, I’m game,” the man grumbled, grabbing up a pen.
Honestly, with his sanity on the line, he had few other options. Sure, there was a pretty good chance the gambit wasn’t going to end well, although if he could suffer through the quintet of quixotic trials, he’d finally be free. Signing the final form, sealing his fate, he handed the papers back to Twilight.
“So when does…” Anon’s query died in his throat, as he saw the rictus grin on the alicorn’s face.
“Tomorrow. You’ll be going on your first date tomorrow,” Twilight blurted, enthusiastically straightening the documents on her table. “I’ll let the students know you’ve agreed, but I can already tell you that Ocellus is first on the list.”
“What makes you say that?” he inquired, getting to his feet.
“She’s come to me with several ideas,” the Princess replied, locking the forms away in her filing cabinet.
“Such as?” Anon pressed, attempting to coax some sort of hint from her.
“Anon, I’m not going to spoil it! Anyways, you go and enjoy your day off. I’m sure Ocellus will be waiting for you bright and early tomorrow morning,” Twilight tutted, reassuming her seated position at her desk.
Though Anon wasn’t sure how much relaxing he’d be able to do, he nodded, stood, and made his leave. Walking through the halls, passing various students coming and going from from different classes, he mulled the situation over. While he had no way of knowing what manner of machinations his amorous admirers had, they couldn’t possibly be worse than what he’d already suffered through.
Strolling back to his room, Anon let himself inside and flopped on the couch. Peering at the bunk bed, realizing Gallus was missing, he breathed a sigh of relief. As much as he liked the griffon, as a friend, the teasing and crossdressing was starting to take a toll. Still, all things considered, at least he hadn’t woken up to any sort of lewd goings on, unlike his encounter with Yona.
“Morning dude,” Gallus announced, stepping out of the restroom.
“Hey,” Anon muttered, waving hello. Grabbing a graphic novel from the coffee table, he attempted to clear his thoughts.
“Got any plans on your day off?” the griffon asked, slipping several books into his bag.
“Nah, not really. Just gonna relax and bide my time until tomorrow,” the man responded.
“What’s going on tomorrow?” Gallus pressed, his interest piqued.
“Twilight’s probably gonna tell you about it, but I signed those contracts you guys worked out with her,” Anon flippantly answered.
“Oh…” Gallus’s glumly murmured, slipping the satchel over his shoulder.
“Yeah, I -” Anon cutting himself off, when he looked over to his friend.
The griffon looked absolutely melancholy, almost like he’d seen someone kick a puppy. Granted, Gallus tried his patience occasionally, what with traipsing around like a maid or in a bikini, but he hardly had anything against the little guy. Truth be told, Anon considered him a good friend, so the last thing he’d intended was to touch a nerve.
“Look, I didn’t -” he stopped, as the blue quadruped held up a claw.
“I...I’ll just crash with Sandbar for a few days, until this is all over,” Gallus noted, avoiding eye contact and heading towards the door.
Anon wasn’t sure what to say. It was an ironic, somewhat somber moment. For weeks he’d wanted to have his privacy back, just get back to the way things used to be, but now that he was about to get his desire, it almost felt empty - no, worse than that. Looking up, doing his damnedest to think of some sort of response, he saw the griffon trotting towards the exit.
“I’m not sure how everything is going to play out, but good luck. Even if you’re not impressed with my little performance, I hope we can still be friends,” Gallus sullenly stated. Closing the door behind himself, not waiting for a reply, he disappeared into the hallway.
Alone, frustrated, and feeling inexplicably guilty, Anon resigned to whiling the entire day away. Instead of doing anything productive, preparing for his first date, or resting, the man binged on leftovers, read comics, and played his JoyBoy gaming console. Even if he wanted to get ready for whatever awaited him with Ocellus, he wouldn’t know where to begin.
As the hours passed, with the sun eventually dipping over the horizon, Anon came to a sobering realization; what would happen if he turned each of the students away? Beyond potential romantic partners, he considered each of them a friend. It wasn’t like he had many associates in Equestria, nor was he a socialite, so the diverse crew of pupils were a staple part of his daily life. Coupled with the fact that they’d be graduating soon, in just a few months, he began to grow anxious.
If, for whatever reason, they were held to the agreement, leaving him be, he’d lose some of the only friends he had. Doubling down, doing everything in his power to distract himself, Anon played his games and tried not to think too much about the outcome. Like it or not, in the not so distant future, he was going to have to make a tough decision.
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Tap Tap Tap
A knocking at his door jolted Anon from his slumber. Apparently, at some point, he’d passed out on the couch. Glancing at the clock, wiping the slobber from his chin, he threw on a clean t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He’d taken a shower the night prior, hoping it would help him get to sleep, so at least he wasn’t an abject bag of rags.
Tap Tap Tap-Tap Tap
“Yeah yeah yeah, hang on a second,” he groaned, getting to his feet and plodding to see who’d woken him. Unlocking the door and swinging it to the side, he was greeted by a familiar face.
“Morning! I hope you’re ready for our big day!” Ocellus merrily chirped, grinning up at him.
Peering back at his clock, seeing if he’d been mistaken, Anon raised an eyebrow. It was only nine AM, hardly a conventional time for a date. “Isn’t it - uh - still kind of early?”
“Oh, yes, but I have so much planned for us!” the celeste colored changeling rebutted, her wings flitting out and excitedly buzzing. “Twilight is going to teleport us to my hive, so I can give you a tour and introduce you to everyling!” she added, positively beaming.
Anon couldn’t help but smile at her overjoyed demeanor. She’d made leaps and bounds, since he’d first met her. Initially, Ocellus had been rather timid and reserved, but those days were gone. Now, having made friends, gone on adventures, and even having helped save Equestria, she’d blossomed into quite the amiable bug-horse.
“Alright, I’m ready whenever you are,” he chuckled, stopping down to her level.
“Then come on, I’d hate to waste any of my time with you!” she urged, turning and motioning for the man to follow.
Standing back up, Anon acquiesced. Walking up beside the changeling, matching her pace, he glanced down at her. “So, Twilight is going to zap us there?”
“Yup! A train would take too long, since I only have this day, so teleportation is our best option,” Ocellus said, leading the way to the headmare’s office.
Taking a deep breath, fighting off the urge to complain, Anon bit his tongue. In a sense, it was a sort of competition, since each of the handful of students seemed to be vying for his affection. Truthfully, he felt a bit guilty about the entire ordeal. Why they couldn’t be content to simply be friends, without the urge to romance him, was beyond him.
Strolling along, the two reached Twilight’s door in mere moments. Unsurprisingly, the purple alicorn was waiting for them inside. Looking up from her paperwork, she waved them in and trotted over to greet them.
“Alright, I’ll be sure to come and get you two tomorrow morning!” the Princess assured them, as her horn began to glow with power.
“Wait, tomorrow?” Anon blurted, looking between the pony and changeling. “I thought it was for a day.”
“Yes, an entire day. Twenty four hours, to be precise,” Twilight clarified.
“Don’t worry, I have a bunch of fun stuff for us to do!” Ocellus added, shuffling closer to Anon’s leg.
“Good luck!” the alicorn exclaimed, enveloping the pair in an orchid aura of sorcery. Focussing her power, she instantly warped the two to their destination.
Blinking rapidly, Anon fought to steady himself. Though he’d been teleported a handful of times before, the experience was amazingly disorientating. Blinking his eyes, clearing his vision, he found himself in an entirely new place; gone were the walls of books, carpeted floor, and furniture of Twilight’s office, replaced by a sweeping outdoor vista.
Rolling rocky hills, a great many of which were covered in moss or foliage, greeted him. Taking a moment, drawing in the sight, Anon breathed fresh, crisp air into his lungs. If he had to guess, they were either further north or at some higher elevation, given the temperature and humidity. Surveying the landscape, he suddenly felt something tugging at his shorts.
“So, what do you think?” Ocellus expectantly pressed.
Anon looked around, trying to determine what she meant. As far as he could tell, they weren’t near any sort of village or settlement. “Of?” he hazarded, scanning the scenery.
“The hive!” she bleated, her smile broadening.
“Ocellus I don’t…” he trailed off, noticing several colorful shapes moving among the rocks and vegetation.
Upon closer inspection, he realized he was looking at the hive. Thought it was easy to overlook, there were several crude, almost natural structures standing in the area, not to mention numerous cave mouths dotting the settlement; there were even a few easily missed gardens scattered about. Taking it in, marveling at how expertly camouflaged the entire city was, the sound of a clearing throat caused him to turn.
“So you must be Anon!” a tall, slender moose-like changeling stated.
A kaleidoscope of colors, the creature was accompanied by a slightly smaller, darker creature of the a similar build. Besides sharing the typical changelings physical traits, each of them had a pair of large antlers on their heads; which meant one of them had to be…
“Thorax?” Anon guessed, pointing to the larger of the two.
“Yup, that’s me!” he affirmed, grinning at his guest. “This is Pharynx,” he added, nodding towards his slightly smaller counterpart. “Don’t be surprised if he doesn’t talk much, he’s always been a bit grumpy with meeting new creatures.”
“Mmmph,” Pharynx grunted, disinterestedly looking away.
“Ocellus told us that you’ll be our guest for the day! Unfortunately, since this was all so sudden, I won’t be available to visit with you much,” Thorax mumbled, his ears turning downward. “I have an engagement in Canterlot, but Pharynx should be able to help you with anything you need. Anyways, it was a pleasure meeting you! Hopefully I’ll get more time to chat with you next time!”
With that, the prismatic bug-horse leapt into the air and soared away, departing as quickly as he’d appeared. Without saying a word, Pharynx nodded, turned, and walked down the hill they were standing on, leaving the janitor and his pint-sized changeling friend to their own devices. It made sense, in a way, considering Ocellus was essentially an ambassador for her people, though being left alone with her did feel a bit odd.
Watching the crimson antlered changeling withdraw, Anon scratched his head. In his tenure at the School of Friendship, he’d seen a few changelings around, but that was the first time he’d seen ones quite that large. “So, are they co-rulers or something?”
“Nah, Thorax is our ruler, but his brother is basically like a second in command,” Ocellus responded.
“They’re brothers?” Anon asked, genuinely surprised. Not only were their color schemes almost diametrically opposed, but their temperaments seemed worlds apart.
“Yeah, Pharynx can be a little grouchy, but he’s always done a good job of looking over the hive. Speaking of which, let’s get going,” she tutted, proceeding towards the village.
Anon simply nodded and followed, his curiosity piqued. He really didn’t know all that much about changeling culture or society, other than what he’d heard from Twilight or Ocellus herself. He had heard a bit of their history, including being ruled by the oppressive Queen Chrysalis, but that was pretty much it. Walking along behind his guide, he watched the settlement draw nearer.
In short order, the two had made their way into town. Strolling past various structures, if they could be called that, Ocellus pointed out several landmarks and gathering spots. As Anon had assumed, the changelings were relatively technologically simplistic, but that was far from a bad thing; they’d managed to carve out a nice little home for themselves, renewing the barren landscape to its former glory.
Unlike ponies, the shapeshifters had adopted an organic approach to colonization. There wasn’t a single artificial structure to be seen; everything was constructed from stone, soil, and vegetation. In a way, it was humbling, seeing creatures so in-tune with nature. Besides the striking architectural differences, the changelings themselves were quite different than their mammalian counterparts.
Everywhere Anon went, he was greeted with fond hellos, hugs, and kindly offerings. Not that ponies weren’t friendly, but the changelings took it to another level. He’d half expected them to be as shy as Ocellus had been, yet that was far from the case. Between the amicable receptions, the sights, and his occasional question, hours flew by in what felt like minutes.
Working their way through the village, Ocellus and Anon found themselves on the outskirts of town. Looking out over the arid landscape, realizing just how desolate the area surrounding them was, the man peered down at his quadrupedal companion. Sure, it wasn’t any sort of traditional date, although he was immensely pleased with her decision.
“So, anything else you’d like me to see?” he asked, turning to face her.
“Well, just one more thing. It’s kind of special, so I was saving it for last,” Ocellus replied. Without another word, she began trotting back into town.
Anon trailed her, wondering about her nebulous statement. She hadn’t mentioned anything about any specific site to visit, so he was left to speculate on exactly where they were headed. Marching back into the settlement, Ocellus led him to a seemingly innocuous cave mouth; it was relatively small and covered with vines, which only raised more questions.
“After you,” she insisted, pulling the foliage aside.
Stooping slightly, Anon entered the tiny opening. Stepping inside, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit interior, he examined the room. The grotto, while sparsely adorned, had a straw mattress, several wicker baskets, and a tunnel leading deeper into the earth. One of the first things to stick out were several softly glowing lights on the ceiling.
Walking beneath them, giving them a closer look, he realized they were some sort of bio-luminescent worms. If he had to guess, they fed off a moss growing on the walls and ceiling, as they slothfully wriggled about. Beyond the unconventional lighting system, the room was relatively bare and uninteresting.
“It’s my room,” Ocellus chirped, answering his unasked question, “but that’s not what I wanted to show you.”
Glancing over at her, as she trotted past, Anon cocked an eyebrow. “Then what is -”
“Just make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back,” she interrupted, disappearing into the burrow at the back of the room.
Anon was left with a sinking feeling, as the changeling vanished from view. She hadn’t been acting strangely or making any advances, so he didn’t have any concrete reason to feel anxious. In all likelihood, she had something innocent to show him, maybe cultural trinkets or whatnot. So, with little else to do, Anon seated himself on the bed and awaited her return.
“I hope you’re ready,” Ocellus called out, causing Anon to look towards the tunnel.
Popping back into view, Anon studied her for a moment. She didn’t look any different, aside from the barest blush on her face. Her brilliant, heavily lidded eyes peered out at him, almost expectantly. As cute as ever, she fidgeted in place, as if awaiting some reply.
“I know we really didn’t plan our first time,” Ocellus began.
“But we wanted to do something special,” an identical voice continued, just as a second, indistinguishable changeling stepped forward.
“And we thought you might enjoy this,” a third chimed in, joining the first two.
Askance, Anon’s gaze drifted between the three; they were perfect copies of each other, as far as he could tell. Their stance, tone of voice, and even their expressions were indiscernible from one another. Sitting there, trying his damnedest to figure out which was the original, the trio began to creep towards him.
“We wanted to give you a taste of what you could have, if you chose to be with us…” the three purred in unison, continuing their approach.
Stunned, unsure of what to do, Anon sat in shock. As they drew nearer, the three duplicate changelings changed course; one went to each side, stepping onto the bed beside him, while the third came directly at him. He started, as he felt a pair of tender hooves press against his shoulders, delicately pushing him onto his back. As he went to protest, the leading drone crawled onto his lap, bringing her muzzle to his face.
“You taught us love, so let us return the favor,” the three uncannily cooed in perfect harmony.
With that, the Ocellus atop him shot her head forward and deeply kissed him. The young mare’s tongue wormed past his lips, causing his eyelids to flutter. A slick warmth enfolded his arms, as the first two clones gently ground their loins against his limbs. Beset on all sides by lustful ‘lings, his manhood angrily roused from its slumber.
Though Anon wasn’t aware of it, the trio briefly looked to one another and nodded. Like a group of organized hunters, they moved as a cohesive unit. As one occupied herself with kissing him, humming contentedly into his mouth, the other two freed themselves and set to work. Unbuttoning the man’s shorts, they hauled the garment, along with his underwear, down his legs.
Realizing what was going on, he pulled away, leaving the serpent-like tongue of the lead to caress his cheek. “B...but how am I supposed to know which of you is the real Ocellus?” he stammered, his resolve utterly rocked by the impromptu and adroitly achieved amorous assault.
“It doesn’t matter, my Sweet; by the time we’re done, everyone will have had their fill…” Ocellus whispered, nibbling his lip.
Gazing deeply into her eyes, at a loss for words, Anon was pushed back further still. He felt his shorts and boxers pulled free, but that wasn’t what troubled him - no, he watched in abject awe, as the drone atop him continued her ascent. Her face and neck passed over him, followed by her underbelly, until his eyes locked onto her succulent, meaty, and very moist marehood.
Lying there, besieged by lustful bug-horses, Anon gulped. Not only was Ocellus winking, exposing her strikingly bright colored interior, but his nostrils quickly filled with the aroma of her arousal. As captivating as the view was, it was fleeting, as she lowered herself upon his face. Grinding herself against his mouth, smearing his lips with her juices, his natural impulses took control.
Reaching upward, sinking his fingers into her flanks, Anon’s tongue grazed her entrance. His taste buds were awash in her essence, as he closed his eyes and began eating her luscious nethers. A groan escaped him, when something warm and sinfully snug wrapped around his manhood. The sensation of two tongues lavishing his package, while new, only spurred him to continue.
Gyrating atop him, the changeling closed her eyes and enjoyed his ministrations. Her mirror copies, each pressed against one of his legs, lavished his equipment with their mouths, licking and suckling his tool and testes. Dragging their tongues over his package, ensuring he was at full mast, their loins grew damp with excitement. Even foreplay was enough to taunt the shapeshifters’ latent appetite.
Glancing to each other, the pair of Ocelluses at Anon’s waist grinned. The man was fully erect, more than ready for their plan to proceed. Silently, they began to move; one stepped over his abdomen, aligning her dripping sex with his shaft, while the other drifted to his arm; softly pulling the janitor’s limb, resting it on the mattress, she seated herself on his palm.
Feeling the humid marehood against his hand, Anon’s fingers lovingly grazed her entrance, before slipping into her. Unaware of the clone over his hips, he gasped, as he felt him length sink into the velvety confines of her snatch. Hot and snug, she worked his length into herself, until he was fully hilted within her. Now servicing three bug-horses at once, he did his best to keep up.
“His fingers are - Mmmmm - wonderful,” the one groaned, while his digits massaged her g-spot.
“And his cock is - Nnngh - exquisite,” the second sighed, pistoning herself on his turgid shaft.
“But his tongue is - Mmmph - divine,” the third mewled, undulating on his face.
Their adulation, muffled by the plump thighs squeezing his head, demanded Anon to work harder. Sure, it may have been the first time he’d been the victim of an unwarranted gang-bang. No, he’d never thought it would be like a depraved juggling act. But judging from their reactions, he was doing a damn decent job.
With a mouth full of ‘ling puss, while finger banging the second, he plowed his hips upward, plowing the third. Besides his valiant efforts, there was another, far more subtle effect beginning to take hold of the participants. Bearing the inherent ability to feast upon love, the culmination of amorous energy was having a profound effect on the shapeshifters.
Though he was unaware of it, the air was thick with changeling pheromones. Despite Anon being from another world, his body grew sensitive, his heart thundered, and his mind was foggied with the urge to slake his growing thirst. While Ocellus and her copies held some resistance to their own arousing scent, they weren’t completely unaffected.
While a plan had been laid to ensnare Anon in a one man orgy, the shapeshifters’ machinations were beginning to become undone. Their own excitement, at feeding off the man’s love, pushed them into a debaucherous frenzy of craven desires and carnal delights. True, he had succumbed to their combined advance, yet they quickly found themselves at the mercy of their bipedal prey.
The Ocellus on his waist bucked her waist feverishly, fucking herself on Anon with reckless abandon, while the one atop his palm milked his fingers with her winking snatch. The harder they worked, the more he reciprocated, doing his best to return their fervor. In short order, after only a matter of minutes, his efforts were rewarded.
A muted cry crept to his ears, just as a deluge of something hot and syrupy spattered over his groin. The restrained moans of the drone on his palm reached a crescendo, followed by her full weight resting on his hand. With the two trembling uncontrollably, gasping for breath, he realized there was only one to go.
Freeing his arm, Anon grasped the drone pressed against his head and pulled her free. Peering up, into her strangely captivating eyes, he smiled. There was only one Ocellus who could hope to keep up with him; the lone ‘ling who’d bedded him before. A silly grin crept across her face, as she gazed down at him.
“If I’m going to finish, I want to finish in the real Ocellus,” he murmured.
Ocellus - the Ocellus - glanced to her copies, inaudibly signalling them to move away. While she had desperately hoped she would be the one to claim his seed, she’d had no way of knowing if her desire would come to fruition. Brought towards his manhood, feeling it touch her entrance, she shuddered.
Firmly holding her pillowy rump, Anon lowered her onto himself, steadily impaling her on his cock. Sopping wet and delectably tight, her marehood embraced him. It may have been his imagination, or perhaps that he’d been ridden by a facsimile of the original, but the sensation was absolutely exquisite. Slowly, savoring her silken depths, he lovingly impaled her on his cock, only stopping when the entirety of his length had disappeared inside of her.
Releasing her, allowing her to straddle him, Anon appreciated the sight. Looking past her forehooves, braced against his chest, he spied her engorged snatch pressed against his crotch. The blue of her hide contrasted against his skin, detailing how stuffed her entrance was with his manhood. Sadly, the sight was fleeting, as Ocellus ponderously raised her hips; the movement allowed a few inches of his shaft to appear, before she sent them crashing back down.
Not to be outdone, he set himself to task. Clutching Ocellus’ hip with one hand, he reached up and caressed her back with the other, as he started to thrust into her. It wasn’t long before their movements became synchronized, with their bodies colliding rhythmically. Her delicate breaths, her soft hide, and silken canal proved to be quite the distraction, because he failed to notice the other two drones stirring.
Creeping to his waist, the duplicate duo realized there was still love to be had. While Anon and Ocellus were occupying one another, that didn’t mean there weren’t other ways to feast. Bringing their faces to the action, their tongues went to work. Lapping nectar and pre-cum from the man’s shaft, as well as their companion’s vice-like cunt, they shamelessly rubbed themselves.
The additional stimulation drove Anon and Ocellus to greater heights of bliss. The hot breath and muscular tongues of the clones lavished them, almost desperate for their affection for one another. While their enjoyment of each other was certainly enough to sate their desires, the oral was icing on the proverbial cake. The speed and force of their motions gradually increased, filling the room with the sounds of flesh upon flesh, heavy breathing, and debased utterances.
Given all the attention he’d been receiving, as well as the completely unexpected appearance of triplicate paramours, Anon knew he wasn’t going to last long. The pheromones and stimulus were bad enough, but being worshiped while he was fucking was unfathomably pleasurable. Thankfully, judging from his partner’s trembling thighs and frenzied bucking, Ocellus wouldn’t be far behind him. Like a bolt from the blue, just as he felt his release was imminent, he was stricken with an idea.
Moving his palm over Ocellus’ back, up her neck, and to the back of her head, Anon pulled her to himself. Craning his head upward, watching her gaze wander to him, he drew her into a kiss. Caught off guard, her eyelids fluttered closed. She groaned deeply into his mouth, filling him with her breath, as her thighs trembled. The influx of passion did the trick, sending her into a tailspin of ecstasy.
Ocellus’ cunt seized around Anon’s length, milking him for all he was worth. Groaning into his maw, shivering atop him, her marehood leaked orgasmic cream down his shaft and over his balls. Every vein on his magnificent tool throbbed, and she felt his crown swell slightly, spurring her to act. Pulling away, bringing her muzzle to the side of his head, she breathed hotly upon his ear.
“Cum inside of me,” she wheezed.
Her honeyed words pushed Anon over the edge. Plunging himself into her canal, jamming every inch of his manhood inside of her, he climaxed. An initial spurt of jizz slammed against her cervix, though it was but a precursor for the impending tide. A deluge of seed surged through his length, erupting within the little blue love bug.
Holding her tightly, grunting and clenching his teeth, Anon unloaded within her. She clenched around him, drawing him deeper, as if her body pined for his seed. As they came, the two changelings lavishing their nethers did likewise. The overload of ecstasy did them in, causing them to convulse and whorishly moan in delight.
Riding out his ecstasy, listening to the pair of panting shapeshifters near his waist, Anon’s grip began to loosen. Heaving air into his chest, with the post-coitus euphoria settling over him, he turned to Ocellus and tried to think of what to say. A sheen of sweat rested on her brow, her cheeks were rosy, and she looked tired, but she was as cute as ever.
Ocellus simply nuzzled his neck, lovingly enjoying the sticky heat of his spunk and softening member inside her. She’d done her best, orchestrating the event and planning weeks for it’s possible occurrence. While she wasn’t sure if Anon would choose her, at least he’d given her more fond memories to savor.
Looking sidelong, down the length of his body, he noticed one of the imposters resting with her eyes closed, panting. Presumably, the other clone was doing much the same, considering the only sounds to be heard were of soft, shuddered breathing. Bringing his attention back to the original, he gave her cheek a peck.
“So, what now?” he quietly asked.
“W...we can do whatever you w...want,” Ocellus breathlessly croaked, clamping her sex around his manhood. “I just want you to know, even if you end up going with one of the others, I won’t be mad…”
The admission left Anon speechless. The fact that she’d organized all of this, going so far as to convince two of her fellow hivemates to assist with the endeavor, spoke volumes about her dedication and determination. Lying there, holding her to his chest, he was fraught with indecision.
If the others had similar fates in store for him, having had weeks to strategize and scheme, he may be in a worse situation than he’d initially anticipated. Regardless of what plans had been laid for him, the rest of the day were left for him and Ocellus, and he damn well planned to enjoy it.
Rubbing her head, eliciting a contented hum from the shapeshifter, Anon closed his eyes. Tomorrow’s problems would be there tomorrow, and he didn’t want his time with Ocellus spoiled by them. Resting with her, feeling her warmth and weight on him, he resigned himself to do whatever she wanted - that is, after they got themselves a little nap…
