Silverstream was enjoying the lake outside the School of Friendship, revelling in the clear waters and waving to the resident fish as she swam by.

“Hi Silverscale!” she shouted, waving a fin enthusiastically. If the carp heard her, it gave no sign, placidly continuing its day.

“Hi Brightfin!” again, no reply. Silverstream didn't mind, she'd taken Professor Fluttershy's lessons to heart and knew if the fish ever wanted to be friendly, it would just take time. Potentially long enough for the fish to evolve into a new species with higher intelligence, but the thought still counts.

“Hi Ocellus!” this time the fish gave a start.

“H-How did you know it was me?” the fish exclaimed.

“Oh, that's easy,” the bubbly seapony replied, “I saw you hanging around while I was reading through my notes on the shore before I decided to go for a swim!”

“Was I really that obvious?” the strangely talkative fish looked oddly crestfallen.

“You're also a giant blue and pink fish,” Silverstream giggled. “There aren't too many of those in here!”

Ocellus groaned, bending so she could see her translucent pink tail and fins. “Oh, I need to work on that I guess,”

“Only if you want to be a super spy!” the excitable seapony exclaimed. “I think it's really cool as it is!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You can just change into whatever form you need to be without any help. If I lost my shard now I'd be in real trouble!” Silverstream reflexively lifted a fin to make sure her necklace was still firmly affixed. “You should be really proud of your abilities!”

“Aww, thanks,” If it was possible for a fish to look sheepish, Ocellus certainly managed it at that particular moment.

“So, did you decide to come for a swim?” Silverstream asked. “The water's lovely!” of course, currently being a seapony meant that almost any water was lovely, but that escaped her notice.

“Well," Ocellus began nervously, “I'd hoped I'd be able to talk to you -”

Silverstream cocked her head to one side quizzically, “Why not earlier? I know you take your learning seriously but my notes weren't that important.”

"- In private.” Ocellus finally finished.

“You know water's more conductive than air though?” Silverstream asked, frowning. “Anycreature for miles could hear us. Everygriff knows if you want a conversation to be private you go into the open skies,”

“So we could be being eavesdropped on by somecreature miles away?” Ocellus asked, frowning.

Silverstream nodded her head enthusiastically in reply, “Uh-huh!”

“In the school pond in Ponyville?” Ocellus deadpanned.

The bubbly pink seapony opened her mouth to reply, then caught herself and closed it again. She knitted her brows and put a fin to her forehead, thinking hard.

“You're right!” Silverstream suddenly burst back into her usual carefree self. “We're the only two here who can stay underwater. Unless somecreature's snorkelling but we'd hear that!”

Ocellus rolled her eyes. Silverstream stopped for only a second before launching another barrage of questions.

“Ooh! What's so secret?” She babbled eagerly. “Did you find out about a surprise test? Is Equestria in danger again? Monster attack? Wait, that's probably the same thing" -

At each of her suggestions Ocellus simply shook her head.

• "The cafeteria is doing Taco Tuesdays but on a Friday? A secret changeling ritual?”

At the last one Ocellus froze.

“Um, not quite...” Ocellus was quiet, as if she was suddenly unsure of herself.

“Okay, what is it?” Silverstream was quizzical. “It must be important for you.”

“Well... you know how changelings can sense emotions in other creatures?” Ocellus started hesitantly.

“Yeah, it makes you super good at cheering creatures up when they're down, or diffusing conflict!” Silverstream bubbled.

“Thanks!” Ocellus brightened at the compliment. “But I also know how you feel about Gallus, and how he feels about you.”

“Yeah, but that's pretty obvious,” Silverstream was unusually careful now. “But we've been dating for a while, everycreature knows that, don't they?”

“Well, I know that more recently you've been, uh, how do I put this...” Ocellus struggled, trying to find the right words. “You know, making love.”

“I'VE BEEN USING POTIONS!” Silverstream suddenly blurted out, before clapping her fins over her mouth in shock and going wide eyed.

“What?” now it was Ocellus' turn to be confused.

It took a few moments for Silverstream to regain her composure, her cheeks now so flaming red that Ocellus swore the water would start to boil any second.

“I've been getting the potions from the pharmacy to prevent any, you know accidents,” Silverstream explained, “I thought you were about to launch into a super awkward lecture. I did pay attention in sex ed.”

Now it was Ocellus' turn to blush, “Oh, no I wasn't going to lecture you about it. I'm happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Silverstream rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “Um, we weren't planning on telling anycreature really.”

“Not that we don't trust you!” Silverstream very quickly added. “It's just, really personal.”

“I understand,” Ocellus said, feeling the anxiety starting to bubble up in the normally irrepressible seapony, “but the main reason I wanted to talk, it's a bit awkward. You know how changelings are emotivores?”

Silverstream nodded, “Yeah, you get sustenance from feelings and emotions.”

“Yeah, the most powerful one is love,” Ocellus explained. “Before we reformed, changelings would take the form of a loved one and steal another creature's love for them. But no matter how much we could collect it was never enough, it was just like having a hole inside where it just drains out as quickly as it comes in.”

Silverstream shuddered, “That sounds horrible.”

“It was, but when we reformed we discovered that if we share our love it doesn't drain away any more and we can keep each other fed with only a little normal food as well. The hunger's gone as well. Before, we'd be drawn to ponies in love with each other irresistibly, but now we can sense it's there but it doesn't have any effect,” Ocellus explained.

“But I noticed when you and Gallus, uh,” Ocellus stumbled around, blushing again.

“Had sex?” Silverstream ventured, trying to save her friend.

“Yeah, that,” Ocellus recovered. “What I felt coming off of the pair of you was intoxicating, I've never felt anything like it. I think it might be different than normal because we're friends, but I don't know how it works.”

“Have you tried asking King Thorax?” Silverstream offered.

“Yes, I've written to him about it,” Ocellus replied, “but he doesn't know what it is either. With so few changelings outside of the hive at the moment it's all new and unknown, even for Thorax. He did suggest one thing though.”

“Oh?” Silverstream simply raised an eyebrow.

“It's the reason I'd been putting off asking,” Ocellus fidgeted. “He suggested I experiment with it. Try and tap it from the source” She couldn't help but blush after saying that.

“So, are you suggesting what I think you are?” Silverstream asked.

Ocellus nodded, “For science.”

“For science,” Silverstream repeated, smirking. “Well, I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something.”

*****

Gallus was glad it was Friday afternoon. No more lectures and a whole weekend to relax and hang out with friends. He'd even already caught up on all the work he needed to do for the week. He was on his way to Silverstream's room. As much as the gryphon would admit to nocreature except her, every time he thought of the cheerful pink hippogryph he couldn't help but feel all warm and gooey on the inside. Admittedly the hippogryph had been acting a little strangely today but Gallus didn't mind. Silverstream would often get a crazy idea into her head and would just fly off to pursue it and forget about everything else and he could recognise one of those moods.

Gallus found it didn't do much good to try and chase her in these situations, she'd come and show him her accomplishments in due time. Admittedly the blue gryphon had been, in his own words, “a little apprehensive” when Silverstream first introduced him to her new “pet” cockatrice at the crystal treehouse (he genuinely thought Silverstream was about to get them both turned into statues), but for the most part her distractions were harmless.

Silverstream had been adamant about Gallus coming over this afternoon though so the young gryphon thought he'd be presented with Silverstream's latest project before she showed it off to the rest of their friends on the weekend. Gallus hadn't the faintest idea what she'd cooked up this time. Arriving at the dormitory wing, Gallus rapped on the door to Silverstream's room.

“Come in!”

“Hey Silverstream, what's up?” the blue gryphon asked, coming in and closing the door before turning and getting a look into the room. When he did, he froze.

There were two Silverstreams beaming expectantly at him. His brain short circuited for a second before he figured it out.

“Ocellus? What're you doing here?” he asked.

“Oh my gosh how did you know?” one of the Silverstreams exclaimed, prompting the other to bring a claw to her face in exasperation.

“Well, now he knows who's who,” groaned the Silverstream that clutched at her face with her claws.

Gallus noticed that neither of them had the shard necklace on, which he noted would make it almost impossible to tell them apart if they didn't give it away.

“Oops, sorry!” Silverstream apologised, flushing.

“Wait a second,” Gallus said, holding up one forelimb, “I'm really confused. Ocellus, why do you look like Silverstream?”

“It's for science!” Silverstream exclaimed, her excitement starting to bubble over. “Ocellus can feel the emotions coming off of us and she's reacting to them, which isn't normal for changelings any more.”

“It's something we'd like to explore, to see how love of other creatures affects us after the reformation,” Ocellus explained.

Gallus still found it a bit strange to be talking to two Silverstreams, even if he knew who was real and who was Ocellus and his head was spinning a little trying to keep everything straight.

“King thorax suggested a more... traditional approach for exposure to it,” Ocellus said, blushing. “He suggested that I stay disguised so one partner doesn't know who they're sharing their love with, only that they know one of the participants is a changeling. He supposed it would eliminate “unconscious bias.”

Gallus finally put it all together in his mind, but he couldn't quite believe it.

“So, you're saying,” he spoke every word slowly and for emphasis, “that you want to have a threesome. As Silverstream. For research?”

“The effects of love produced by close friends on reformed changelings, yes,” Ocellus answered.

“We're going to publish a paper on it!” Silverstream squealed excitedly. “It's going to be great!”

“Wait a minute, publish?” this thought suddenly diminished his interest somewhat. “As in, details?”

“Not explicit details, no.” Ocellus carefully ventured. “It's going to focus on how I sensed the love transferring and it's physiological and physiological effects on me are. What happens in here, stays in here apart from that.”

“Silverstream, what do you think? Would you be OK with it?” Gallus asked, the small part of his mind that had always fantasized about something like this starting to get hopeful.

Silverstream fixed the gryphon with a smouldering look, “Of course, it'll be fun.”

“Right, so how do we get this started?” Gallus asked, his confidence starting to come back.

“Hold on, turn around for a minute,” Ocellus said. “For this to work properly you can't know who is who. Close your eyes.”

Gallus dutifully did so and heard movement and rustling behind him before the squeaking of bedsprings.
“Okay, you can turn around now,” he heard Silverstream say, but couldn't be sure if it was the original bubbly hippogryph or the cute changeling currently posing as her.

Both Silverstreams were on the bed, fixing the gryphon with half lidded eyes, ear tufts wiggling suggestively.

“What are you waiting for?” one asked, her voice oozing pure sex.

“Come join us,” the other said, matching her twin's voice perfectly and beckoning with a single claw.

At that point Gallus thought he may as well have died and gone to the afterlife at that point, before quickly joining the pair of pink hippogryphs on the bed. Flowing in perfect time, as if mirrors of each other the two Silverstreams took position sprawled either side of Gallus, rubbing languidly against his sides and wings as they sandwiched the slightly smaller gryphon between them.

The pair took it in turns to rub their beaks and cheeks against Gallus' in an affectionate display, letting out soft coos all the while, making his own ear tufts rise and his cheeks flush.

“Are you comfortable with this?” one of the hippogryphs whispered in his ear. Gallus hummed and nodded.

“Good.” the opposite Silverstream purred and in unison the hippogryphs started preening Gallus' feathers, starting with his sensitive ear tufts. They sensuously slipped his feathers through their beaks, fixing any minute ragged edges and leaving them in perfect shape, all the while adding just the right amount of pressure to send sparks shooting down the gryphon's spine, making his long tail thrash happily.

The pink duo then moved to the back of his head and neck, areas he couldn't reach by himself. This was a very intimate activity and something he loved reciprocating for Silverstream, especially on a quiet, lazy afternoon. Gallus moaned into a pillow at the feeling of two beaks almost perfectly mirroring each other, digging through his plumage right to the base, occasionally giving a sensuous probe of a tongue across bare skin before carefully pulling back and tugging feathers into the correct pace.

As the duo worked their way down the gryphon's body their claws could reach other parts of his body, rubbing and massaging his back, hips and legs. Gallus had never felt as relaxed and floppy in his life until that point, but when Silverstreams reached his wings they changed their tempo. Changing from slow and relaxing they started moving slightly more quickly and roughly, in a manner that teased and excited in stead of soothing and relaxing.

Gallus quickly found himself warming up, the tip of his cock starting to emerge and pressing into the bedsheets. Teasing tugs as his sensitive primaries just spurred on his arousal, his dick quickly swelling with hot blood and reaching full hardness. Claws kneading and massaging his body pressed his hips into the bed. Intentional or not, it made Gallus' sensitive gryphonhood rub against the sheets, making the young gryphon gasp and pant at the cacophony of combined sensations, his own thundering heartbeat rushing in his ears.

“Ok, I think that's enough teasing,” Silverstream said.

“It would be a shame if he ended up finishing into the sheets,” the other added, before smirking. “It would be pretty hot though.”

“Not now, please?” the first said, almost pleading as she started rolling Gallus onto his back.

“Right now I really wouldn't care,” Gallus added groggily, smiling up at the two beautiful pink hippogryphs hovering over him. “It's just too much fun.”

“Aaw!” A Silverstream cooed, leaning in to rub cheeks again with a pleased low murr, before quickly being joined by the other. The gryphon reciprocated the gesture, reaching out with both forelimbs to scratch behind the ear tufts of both Silverstreams, something he knew she loved. The two hippogryphs tried to share space on top of the gryphon as they melted under his careful ministrations, heads coming to rest on his chest and eyes half closing in pleasure as they let out low murmurs of delight.

Before long one of the pink duo shifted and felt the gryphons' erection prodding into her belly. She quickly shifted and trilled, “It looks like somecreature's really happy down there!”

The other Silverstream looked over as well and cooed. Gallus tried to scrutinise both of their faces to try and figure out who was the real Silverstream and who was Ocellus. Being the first time she would have seen him exposed like this, the gryphon expected the bookish changeling to give something away. Gallus was disappointed to find that she had a perfect poker face, as both Silverstreams ogled him with the playful excitement Silverstream usually adopted when they were being intimate like this. The blue gryphon made a mental note to ask Ocellus about it later, to see whether it was latent changeling magic or instinct doing it.

His chain of thought fragmented as he felt smooth claws wrap around his shaft and started gently stroking. Another set of claws started fondling his fuzzy sack and caressed a testicle. Soon enough the other was enjoying the same treatment simultaneously while the odd limb out stroked the fine tawny fur on Gallus' belly. The gryphon couldn't help but groan and let his tongue flop out of his open beak as his cock throbbed appreciatively.

The two hippogryphs above shared a look and grinned.
“You haven't seen anything yet!” the two Silverstreams fixed on a sultry look and slowly crawled down the bed to prop themselves between the gryphon's legs. They opened their beaks and started licking up and down the rigid shaft, carefully angling their beaks so that they didn't collide, gently holding Gallus' base steady and lightly teasing his expanding knot.

One hippogryph locked eyes with Gallus and repositioned herself to carefully take the tip of Gallus' cock into her mouth. She couldn't get it far into her mouth thanks to her rigid beak, but she made up for it by working her tongue over the tip rapidly, lapping up the salty beads of pre cum that were collecting there. With the mandibles of her beak just barely touching the skin and his tip pushing into the soft moist skin at the top of her mouth Silverstream started humming deeply, just like she was playing her saxophone, sending vibrations running all along the gryphon's shaft.

Gallus arched his hips at the sensation, disappointed when he felt the hot, wet mouth slide off of him after only a few moments, but it was short lived as he was bought into another, equally inviting beak. The two Silverstreams took it in turns, occasionally both licking and caressing the shaft at the same time and almost making out with each other around Gallus' cock. They both looked like they were enjoying themselves. Gallus had noticed that they had each reached a forelimb back between their legs and their tails were flagged high behind them.

Before long, one of the hippogryphs stopped.
“All right, let's move on to the main event!” she was almost desperate. “I can't wait any longer!”

All three 'gryphs hopped off of the bed, the Silverstream who'd blurted out quickly scrambling to partially mount the bed, leaving her hooves planted firmly on the floor. Her double quickly assumed the same position on her right, nestling up so closely that they were touching from shoulders to flanks. Both hippogryphs flagged their silver-blue tails to the side, presenting themselves to Gallus as he squeezed in behind them.

Gallus honestly never thought he'd see a sight like this in his lifetime. Both of them were soaked, with regular flashes of deeper pink as they winked at him, their clitorises peeking out from their vulvas. The gryphon didn't know who to start with, so he took a leaf out of the hippogryphs' book.

Standing behind the pair, Gallus reached a forelimb to each of the horny hippogryphs, rubbing and squeezing a flank each, relishing in the slight shivers they made as he slowly worked his claws towards the source of their tension. He had to concentrate on keeping his actions as mirrored as possible but found it difficult the longer he kept at it. He could clearly smell their arousal and all he wanted to do was mount one of them, but held himself back. His probing claws eventually slipped beneath the two hippogryphs' tails, tracing around the swollen, moist lips teasingly. He couldn't keep moth going at once so started switching his attention between one and the other, keeping his claws rubbing in a holding pattern while he focused on the other.

The gryphon pressed a claw against the left pussy, slipping it deftly inside when she winked open in invitation for him. The Silverstream shuddered in delight at the intrusion, her soft walls clamping down on the digit as if it were a cock they were trying to draw into her. Soon enough the second hippogryph joined her twin sharing the sensations as Gallus repeated the motion.

The young gryphon took his time, feeling and rubbing their silken walls, enjoying their reactions as he worked their all too familiar sensitive spots, marvelling at how they seemed to react in identical ways. After they got used to the initial talon, Gallus gingerly introduced a second digit, stretching the pair out slightly more, although they were both so slick at this point that it went in easily.

When the one on the left winked open again, he quickly trapped the clit under the pad of his thumb, carefully rubbing at the clustered bundle of nerves. The hippogryph arched her back and flexed the wing not pinned against her double, her pussy clamping down even more eagerly on Gallus' digits.

“Oooh yesss.” she hissed, feeling the fire inside her being stoked into an inferno. After a few more moments, the gryphon did the same for the Silverstream on the right, eliciting a similar response. The original Silverstream looked over her shoulder pleadingly at Gallus.

“Please,” she begged, “fuck me!”

Gallus removed his claws from both of the hippogryphs, earning a disappointed mewl from the right Silverstream. The Gryphon stepped up to the other hippogryph, laying his chest on her back as he mounted her. Gallus craned his neck out, nuzzling and rubbing cheeks with Silverstream as he shuffled into place and reached back to line himself up.

“Just don't knot this time, OK?” Silverstream breathed as she felt the tip of Gallus' cock just gently part her folds.

“No problem,” Gallus replied, nuzzling into her and interlacing the claws of his free forelimb with hers on the bed and he slowly rolled his hips forwards, gradually slipping his cock into her clutching depths. The pink hippogryph gently thrust her hips back to help get him deeper and line them up better. Gallus stopped when he felt the thick base of his knot bump against her and just stopped to let them get used to the feeling, the hippogryphs' pussy already gently squeezing him, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Silverstream relished the feeling of him stretching her out just right, feeling the gryphon's strong heartbeat both pressing down on her back and through his pulsing gryphonhood nestled deep within her. She trilled in contentment.

“I love you, Gallus,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he answered, pressing his cheek to hers once again and they relaxed into each other's bodies.

A short trill and sudden feeling of a beak combing through the feathers on his neck bought Gallus out of his reverie. He'd actually forgotten that where were two Silverstreams! He lifted his head and moved over to nuzzle the other Silverstream, slowly pulling himself back out of the pink hippogryph he was mounting, her walls clutching at him almost desperately to keep him inside. He could feel her clitoris rub against his shaft as she winked, adding to the intensity of sensation for them both. When just the tip of his dick was still inside he thrust back in, slowly starting into a gentle rhythm. While doing this, the gryphon reached over and started slipping his claws into the other hippogryph, rubbing at all of her sensitive spots and paying special attention to her clit whenever it winked out.

Gallus' pace started to pick up, lewd slapping noises starting to fill the room and the hippogryph under him started bucking backwards to meet his thrusts. The gryphon slipped a third talon into the right Silverstream to her delight. Gallus reared back a little, to balance on his hind paws so he could reach to rub at the hippogryphs' clit as he started jackhammering into her.

The Silverstream under him arched her back and desperately flexed her hips. The Right hippogryph slipped a forelimb around her counterparts' neck and pulled her in close to nuzzle and rub cheeks and beaks. The hippogryph under Gallus started to pant squeeze more heavily on his member and started squeaking adorably. The gryphon knew she was teetering right on the edge so slipped a claw under her and just as he felt her start to wink pinched on a teat.

The dual sensations of her clit grinding on his cock as he thrust home and the stimulation on her teat sent Silverstream spiralling over the edge. Her whole body locked up as her pussy flexed more powerfully, trying to coax out Gallus' seed, her beak open towards the heavens with only a surprisingly soft trill as she came. The other hippogryph preened and nipped at the sensitive spots between her wings, prolonging the Silverstream's earth shaking orgasm.

Eventually, the pink hippogryph came down from her high and went limp on the bed, exhausted. Gallus held still for the aftershocks to fade, knowing that Silverstream would be extremely sensitive.

“I have an idea,” the other hippogryph ventured.

“Yeah?” the blissed out Silverstream said, between pants. “I'm all ears.”

The gryphon and hippogryph listened intently as the other Silverstream made her suggestion. The hippogryph felt her cheeks warming at the idea, feeling Gallus' cock twitching eagerly inside her.

“That sounds pretty hot,” Gallus breathed.

“Yeah, let's do it!” the pink hippogryph under him exclaimed, starting to get her energy back.

Gallus slipped out of his hippogryph and dismounted, letting her scramble up onto the bed properly and roll onto her back. The second Silverstream followed, climbing carefully over the outspread wings and settling low over her twin.

“Hi,” the top Silverstream breathed. “You know, despite being my suggestion, I've never actually been with a female before.”

“Me neither,” the bottom hippogryph replied gently, “but it'll be fine.” She reached her hindlegs up and gently clasped at her counterpart's waist with her hooves, guiding her as she gingerly settled themselves down. Both hippogryphs gasped as first their stiff teats rubbed against one another then settling further their slick vulvas squashed together. Their clits rubbed against each other's slits as they winked. The lower Silverstream nuzzled into the neck of the hippogryph on top of her.

The Silverstream on top looked back at Gallus and winked at him.
“Come on up, we're ready when you are.”

The eager gryphon scrambled up, taking a moment to admire the two pussies sandwiched together, before hopping up and mounting the hippogryph pile. He lined his cock up and slipped between them both, feeling their hot, slick lips wrap around both sides of his cock. It wasn't as divinely tight as being inside with a hippogryph's muscles squeezing but it was divinely warm and slick, feeling their clits rub and bump against him as they winked out.

The gryphon started thrusting between the two, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against the soft fur between their teats and starting to slick the area with juices dragged from their oozing slits as he kept thrusting. It was strange, being mounted on her back but being able to look down and look Silverstream in the eyes, looking back up at him even as she twined her neck with the other hippogryph panting above her. Gallus felt the familiar pressure starting to build in his loins. He knew he could hold off for a little while though so he put most of his attention into the hippogryphs below him.

Gallus knew the top Silverstream hadn't gotten off yet, so started paying attention to her wings with his beak, preening and nipping just as she had done to him earlier, all while watching the hippogryph below looking up at him while he nuzzled her counterpart. The extra stimulation on her wings seemed to do the trick. She started to squirm, humping her hips desperately against her counterpart and Gallus' thrusting cock.

“I'm close,” the pink hippogryph on top gasped.

“Me too,” Gallus breathed.

The Silverstream on the bottom grinned and reached around to grasp Gallus' cock and angle it up so he thrust into the top hippogryph's pussy. This time he slipped in quickly and got moving right away. The Silverstream trilled in pleasure, her tunnel eagerly clamping and stroking on the welcome invader. The feeling was far more intense than the grinding alone, although with the feeling of her teats grinding against another pair and the soft fur between and her clit rubbing her doppelgänger as she winked was rapidly sending her towards the point of no return. Gallus too was ready to explode, the pressure reaching almost intolerable levels, his knot swelled to it's full size and his cock as hard as a rock and angrily throbbing.

The top Silverstream gave out first, burying her face in the soft feathers at the base of the other hippogryph's neck and trilling in pleasure as her body locked up, her inner muscles firmly grasping at Gallus and her clit winking intensely. The Silverstream on the bottom craned her neck up, Gallus stretching down to meet her in a tender embrace even as her claws crept back between his legs.

She gave a firm squeeze on his throbbing knot and the gryphon thrust as deeply as he could into the pulsing depths of the hippogryph, only prevented from knotting her with the force of his thrust by Silverstream's claws wrapped around it. The Silverstream felt Gallus throb once and then he groaned, erupting into the still clenching tightness, rope after rope of potent griffon cum into the hippogryph's depths. Gallus rested his beak and cheek against the bottom Silverstream's as he continued to ejaculate into the other hippogryph, the claws gently massaging his knot to try and prolong his pleasure.

The pink hippogryph at the bottom of the pile was content to have the two 'gryphs snuggling into her as they rode out their almost simultaneous orgasms. When he was utterly spent, Gallus pulled out and stood over the pair, panting. The hippogryph on the bottom shivered as she felt the gryphon's warm cum start to leak from the Silverstream flopped on top of her and start to slip into her own pussy as they ground together. She widened her legs and pulled with a claw, helping as much of the semen as possible to pour into her, as if Gallus has cum in her as well.

“Wow,” Gallus' eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets as he watched the two hippogryphs exchange his essence in the most intimate way possible. The receiving hippogryph saw his expression and playfully winked at him, grinding her hips against the Silverstream atop both for emphasis and to help rub the gryphon's cum into her. The flow ceased in less than a minute and the Silverstream on top flopped off, spent.

The bottom hippogryph crawled away a bit, making some room and rolled onto her side, facing the exhausted Silverstream. She beckoned to Gallus, who crawled between them, letting Silverstream hug him from behind like a big spoon, wrapping her claws and hooves around him and resting his head in the crook of her feathery neck, the smaller gryphon fitting well. The other hippogryph slowly wriggled into position with her back pressing against Gallus' tawny chest, as much as she could while not squashing the poor gryphon between the two hippogryphs.

Gallus noticed the breathing of the Silverstream pressed into his chest quickly became deep and regular as she rapidly fell asleep. He rubbed his head against the hippogryph's behind him, earning a quiet, almost imperceivable coo.

“You're Silverstream, aren't you?” he asked quietly, not wanting to wake the sleeping hippogryph.

“Yeah, I am,” she whispered. “How'd I manage to give it away?”

“You didn't,” Gallus reassured, squeezing one of her forelimbs wrapped around him encouragingly. “It was just a feeling, like a really deep connection was there. Took me a while to figure it out.”

“Hmm.” Silverstream hummed, squeezing Gallus to her almost imperceptibly tighter, “We'll need to tell Ocellus that when she wakes up.”

“Yeah, that's when we'll get into the science-ey stuff,” the gryphon agreed. “I hope we managed to help with her experiment. Regardless, it was a lot of fun.”

“More than I thought it was going to be, I'll be honest,” Silverstream whispered, rubbing against Gallus.

“Reckon we'll need more “data”?” Gallus joked.

“Probably,” Silverstream responded drowsily, punctuated with a big yawn, her words getting softer and slower as she carried on, almost mumbling. “Probably have Ocellus turn into you and have you both double team me.”

Very soon Silverstream was asleep, leaving Gallus sandwiched between the slumbering hippogryph and disguised changeling, his eyes wide open.

“What?”

Author's Note

Hope you guys had fun reading this.
It really was thrown together last minute for the contest. Sadly the one I put a lot of effort into ballooned over the maximum wordcount.

This is also my first foray into doing anything that isn't purely vanilla sex.

Also, in my head I see Silverstream being a bit bigger than Gallus because irl female raptors are bigger than males. It isn't a huge difference though because with her smaller beak and feet Silverstream reminds me more of a kite while Gallus is more like a buzzard (or hawk to people in North America) so it balances out a bit.