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 Anonâs case, after suffering through a month of Twilightâs âplea bargain agreementâ, that moment had finally arrived.
Bursting through the headmareâs office door, adorned in little more than a t-shirt, slippers, and his pajama pants, Anonâs 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, heâd woken up to find the azure cat-bird drooling on a pair of his underwear, in defiance of Gallusâ promise to respect his personal boundaries, but that wasnât 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, heâd 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 thatâs neither here nor there.
Every day, without fail, heâd find himself the target of lustful gazes, barely veiled innuendo, or âaccidentalâ 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, heâd persevered and maintained what little dignity he had left, despite how badly they wanted his affection, and heâd finally had enough of it.
âGood morning, Anon!â Twilight cheerfully greeted, either ignoring or overlooking the manâs disheveled appearance. âWhat brings you to my-â
âYou know good and well why Iâm here!â Anon cut her off, stomping over to her. âEvery day, every single day, theyâre stalking me,â he added, conspiratorially lowering his voice and glancing around the room.
âWhoâs sta-â the Princess was cut off a second time, as he angrily leered at her.
âThemâŚâ he hissed, seating himself opposite her. Slowly shaking his head, Anon released a shuddering breath. âTwilight, please, Iâm just so tiredâŚâ he sighed, his shoulders sagging. âI know they like me, I know theyâre all interested in me, but how am I supposed to choose? Each of them is great, in their own way, and I donât want to break anyoneâs heart,â he explained, burying his face in his hands.
Twilight knit her brow, as she studied the forlorn and fatigued janitor. She wasnât terribly surprised that Anon had eventually broken, given heâd 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, heâd abstained. Thankfully, sheâd made contingencies for just such a scenario.
âAnon,â the purple mare began, unseating herself and rounding her desk, âfirst of all, Iâd 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.â
âAll of it?â 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 didnât have a damn thing to prove it, but his gut screamed that there had been some meddling on Twilightâs behalf. Thereâs just been too many coincidences for his liking, so he did his best to be vigilant around her.
âMmmhmm!â 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. âThis,â she noted, waving the file before Anon, âwill guarantee, beyond any doubt, that Gallus, Smolder, Ocellus, Yona, and Silverstream leave you be.â
âHow?â he asked, squinting at her.
âWell, itâs more of a proposition. Each of your potential paramours has preemptively agreed to cease their pursuits of you!â the alicorn chirped, placing the folder on her desk.
Anon paused, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Thereâs no way in hell there wasnât a hook involved, or some sort of catch. Eventually, as the seconds ticked by, he gazed over at the Princess. âIfâŚâ he flatly said, letting the word hang.
âIf youâll go on one date with them. Thatâs it,â Twilight responded. âOh, before you ask, each of them signed a legally binding contract on the matter. Should you decide to date them, youâll have a month to begin courting or reject them. Itâs all written down, if youâd like to read it over,â 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, heâd 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, thatâs it. Hell, there wasnât 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, heâd be totally able to.
âWhat about my living arrangements?â Anon asked, genuinely concerned about continuing his cohabitation with the feathered incubus.
âYouâll get a room to yourself, yes, but only if you commit to this experi - er - completely optional endeavor,â Twilight clarified, awkwardly grinning at him.
âAlright, fuck it, Iâm game,â 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 wasnât going to end well, although if he could suffer through the quintet of quixotic trials, heâd finally be free. Signing the final form, sealing his fate, he handed the papers back to Twilight.
âSo when doesâŚâ Anonâs query died in his throat, as he saw the rictus grin on the alicornâs face.
âTomorrow. Youâll be going on your first date tomorrow,â Twilight blurted, enthusiastically straightening the documents on her table. âIâll let the students know youâve agreed, but I can already tell you that Ocellus is first on the list.â
âWhat makes you say that?â he inquired, getting to his feet.
âSheâs come to me with several ideas,â the Princess replied, locking the forms away in her filing cabinet.
âSuch as?â Anon pressed, attempting to coax some sort of hint from her.
âAnon, Iâm not going to spoil it! Anyways, you go and enjoy your day off. Iâm sure Ocellus will be waiting for you bright and early tomorrow morning,â Twilight tutted, reassuming her seated position at her desk.
Though Anon wasnât sure how much relaxing heâd 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 couldnât possibly be worse than what heâd 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 hadnât woken up to any sort of lewd goings on, unlike his encounter with Yona.
âMorning dude,â Gallus announced, stepping out of the restroom.
âHey,â Anon muttered, waving hello. Grabbing a graphic novel from the coffee table, he attempted to clear his thoughts.
âGot any plans on your day off?â the griffon asked, slipping several books into his bag.
âNah, not really. Just gonna relax and bide my time until tomorrow,â the man responded.
âWhatâs going on tomorrow?â Gallus pressed, his interest piqued.
âTwilightâs probably gonna tell you about it, but I signed those contracts you guys worked out with her,â Anon flippantly answered.
âOhâŚâ Gallusâs glumly murmured, slipping the satchel over his shoulder.
âYeah, I -â Anon cutting himself off, when he looked over to his friend.
The griffon looked absolutely melancholy, almost like heâd 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 heâd intended was to touch a nerve.
âLook, I didnât -â he stopped, as the blue quadruped held up a claw.
âI...Iâll just crash with Sandbar for a few days, until this is all over,â Gallus noted, avoiding eye contact and heading towards the door.
Anon wasnât sure what to say. It was an ironic, somewhat somber moment. For weeks heâd 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.
âIâm not sure how everything is going to play out, but good luck. Even if youâre not impressed with my little performance, I hope we can still be friends,â 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 wouldnât 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 wasnât 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 theyâd 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, heâd 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, heâd 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. Heâd taken a shower the night prior, hoping it would help him get to sleep, so at least he wasnât an abject bag of rags.
Tap Tap Tap-Tap Tap
âYeah yeah yeah, hang on a second,â he groaned, getting to his feet and plodding to see whoâd woken him. Unlocking the door and swinging it to the side, he was greeted by a familiar face.
âMorning! I hope youâre ready for our big day!â Ocellus merrily chirped, grinning up at him.
Peering back at his clock, seeing if heâd been mistaken, Anon raised an eyebrow. It was only nine AM, hardly a conventional time for a date. âIsnât it - uh - still kind of early?â
âOh, yes, but I have so much planned for us!â the celeste colored changeling rebutted, her wings flitting out and excitedly buzzing. âTwilight is going to teleport us to my hive, so I can give you a tour and introduce you to everyling!â she added, positively beaming.
Anon couldnât help but smile at her overjoyed demeanor. Sheâd made leaps and bounds, since heâd 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, sheâd blossomed into quite the amiable bug-horse.
âAlright, Iâm ready whenever you are,â he chuckled, stopping down to her level.
âThen come on, Iâd hate to waste any of my time with you!â 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. âSo, Twilight is going to zap us there?â
âYup! A train would take too long, since I only have this day, so teleportation is our best option,â Ocellus said, leading the way to the headmareâs 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 couldnât be content to simply be friends, without the urge to romance him, was beyond him.
Strolling along, the two reached Twilightâs 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.
âAlright, Iâll be sure to come and get you two tomorrow morning!â the Princess assured them, as her horn began to glow with power.
âWait, tomorrow?â Anon blurted, looking between the pony and changeling. âI thought it was for a day.â
âYes, an entire day. Twenty four hours, to be precise,â Twilight clarified.
âDonât worry, I have a bunch of fun stuff for us to do!â Ocellus added, shuffling closer to Anonâs leg.
âGood luck!â 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 heâd 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 Twilightâs 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.
âSo, what do you think?â Ocellus expectantly pressed.
Anon looked around, trying to determine what she meant. As far as he could tell, they werenât near any sort of village or settlement. âOf?â he hazarded, scanning the scenery.
âThe hive!â she bleated, her smile broadening.
âOcellus I donâtâŚâ 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.
âSo you must be Anon!â 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 beâŚ
âThorax?â Anon guessed, pointing to the larger of the two.
âYup, thatâs me!â he affirmed, grinning at his guest. âThis is Pharynx,â he added, nodding towards his slightly smaller counterpart. âDonât be surprised if he doesnât talk much, heâs always been a bit grumpy with meeting new creatures.â
âMmmph,â Pharynx grunted, disinterestedly looking away.
âOcellus told us that youâll be our guest for the day! Unfortunately, since this was all so sudden, I wonât be available to visit with you much,â Thorax mumbled, his ears turning downward. âI 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 Iâll get more time to chat with you next time!â
With that, the prismatic bug-horse leapt into the air and soared away, departing as quickly as heâd 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, heâd seen a few changelings around, but that was the first time heâd seen ones quite that large. âSo, are they co-rulers or something?â
âNah, Thorax is our ruler, but his brother is basically like a second in command,â Ocellus responded.
âTheyâre brothers?â Anon asked, genuinely surprised. Not only were their color schemes almost diametrically opposed, but their temperaments seemed worlds apart.
âYeah, Pharynx can be a little grouchy, but heâs always done a good job of looking over the hive. Speaking of which, letâs get going,â she tutted, proceeding towards the village.
Anon simply nodded and followed, his curiosity piqued. He really didnât know all that much about changeling culture or society, other than what heâd 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; theyâd 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 wasnât 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 werenât friendly, but the changelings took it to another level. Heâd 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 wasnât any sort of traditional date, although he was immensely pleased with her decision.
âSo, anything else youâd like me to see?â he asked, turning to face her.
âWell, just one more thing. Itâs kind of special, so I was saving it for last,â Ocellus replied. Without another word, she began trotting back into town.
Anon trailed her, wondering about her nebulous statement. She hadnât 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.
âAfter you,â 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.
âItâs my room,â Ocellus chirped, answering his unasked question, âbut thatâs not what I wanted to show you.â
Glancing over at her, as she trotted past, Anon cocked an eyebrow. âThen what is -â
âJust make yourself comfortable, Iâll be right back,â 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 hadnât been acting strangely or making any advances, so he didnât 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.
âI hope youâre ready,â Ocellus called out, causing Anon to look towards the tunnel.
Popping back into view, Anon studied her for a moment. She didnât 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.
âI know we really didnât plan our first time,â Ocellus began.
âBut we wanted to do something special,â an identical voice continued, just as a second, indistinguishable changeling stepped forward.
âAnd we thought you might enjoy this,â a third chimed in, joining the first two.
Askance, Anonâs 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.
âWe wanted to give you a taste of what you could have, if you chose to be with usâŚâ 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.
âYou taught us love, so let us return the favor,â the three uncannily cooed in perfect harmony.
With that, the Ocellus atop him shot her head forward and deeply kissed him. The young mareâs 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 âlings, his manhood angrily roused from its slumber.
Though Anon wasnât 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 manâs 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. âB...but how am I supposed to know which of you is the real Ocellus?â he stammered, his resolve utterly rocked by the impromptu and adroitly achieved amorous assault.
âIt doesnât matter, my Sweet; by the time weâre done, everyone will have had their fillâŚâ 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 wasnât 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, Anonâs 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 shapeshiftersâ latent appetite.
Glancing to each other, the pair of Ocelluses at Anonâs 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 janitorâs limb, resting it on the mattress, she seated herself on his palm.
Feeling the humid marehood against his hand, Anonâs 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.
âHis fingers are - Mmmmm - wonderful,â the one groaned, while his digits massaged her g-spot.
âAnd his cock is - Nnngh - exquisite,â the second sighed, pistoning herself on his turgid shaft.
âBut his tongue is - Mmmph - divine,â 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 heâd been the victim of an unwarranted gang-bang. No, heâd 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 âling 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 werenât completely unaffected.
While a plan had been laid to ensnare Anon in a one man orgy, the shapeshiftersâ machinations were beginning to become undone. Their own excitement, at feeding off the manâs 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 âling whoâd bedded him before. A silly grin crept across her face, as she gazed down at him.
âIf Iâm going to finish, I want to finish in the real Ocellus,â 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, sheâd 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 heâd 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 Ocellusâ hip with one hand, he reached up and caressed her back with the other, as he started to thrust into her. It wasnât 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 didnât mean there werenât other ways to feast. Bringing their faces to the action, their tongues went to work. Lapping nectar and pre-cum from the manâs shaft, as well as their companionâs 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 heâd been receiving, as well as the completely unexpected appearance of triplicate paramours, Anon knew he wasnât 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 partnerâs trembling thighs and frenzied bucking, Ocellus wouldnât 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 Ocellusâ 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.
Ocellusâ cunt seized around Anonâs 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.
âCum inside of me,â 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, Anonâs 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. Sheâd done her best, orchestrating the event and planning weeks for itâs possible occurrence. While she wasnât sure if Anon would choose her, at least heâd 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.
âSo, what now?â he quietly asked.
âW...we can do whatever you w...want,â Ocellus breathlessly croaked, clamping her sex around his manhood. âI just want you to know, even if you end up going with one of the others, I wonât be madâŚâ
The admission left Anon speechless. The fact that sheâd 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 heâd 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. Tomorrowâs problems would be there tomorrow, and he didnât 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 napâŚ
