The Rise of Passion

"Thanks for coming back, Trixie," smiled Ocellus. "We really needed your help."

"Trixie is happy to help you find your hooves, but I must insist that you make all of the big discoveries for yourselves."

Silverstream leaned back and twiddled her thumbs. "It's just, neither of us really knows what we're doing. Neither of us has ever mated with anypony, so we're kind of... lost."

"We don't need to be better than anyone," added Ocellus. "We're fine with receiving low marks at the beginning, as long as we go somewhere. We just don't know where to start. Silverstream says she's unfamiliar with the way hippogriffs mate outside of the water, and I can't hold my breath that long."

"And the changelings were all hatched from the eggs of a queen," finished Silverstream.

Trixie nodded. "And both of you are far outside of your element. Very well. Which of you wants to look first?"

"Ooh! I want to look!" shouted Silverstream. "If Ocellus is okay with that."

"I'm fine," smiled Ocellus. "I'm not sure what you need me to do, though."

Trixie patted the bed, and Ocellus hopped up. "Now, Silverstream, if you would please look between her legs? Trixie will be off to the side over here to keep Ocellus from thinking this is a performance. It's an intimate act, meant to take place only by two ponies, or pony-adjacent creatures, who have a very close and positive relationship."

Ocellus had been fine until Trixie mentioned the performance. Suddenly, she was feeling very nervous. She liked Silverstream, and wanted her friend to do well, but the thought of having to expose her most intimate parts caused her whole body to shake.

"I can't see what's there," answered Silverstream. "Her legs are closed."

"Ocellus, you have to open your legs," called Trixie from behind the desk. "It's just Silverstream. Nopony else. You can trust Silverstream, right?"

Quivering, Ocellus opened her legs. She did trust Silverstream. She trusted all of her friends. Sandbar, Yona, Gallus and even Smolder. They wouldn't hurt her. Not intentionally, anyway.

"That's different."

Ocellus looked down at Silverstream's face, which was pressed up against her genitals to the point where she could feel every breath. "What is?"

"The colour. You're pretty much arctic blue throughout, but this thing's red. It's very clear that this part is different from, say, your chest."

"It's not... weird, is it?"

"Actually, it's pretty similar to mine, from when I was still a seapony. My new one is what's weird."

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing too terrible."

"You said you had an ovipositor earlier. Can I see it?"

Slowly, Ocellus pushed out a long tube from her vagina. It had a triangular tip to aid in egg-laying, and was very pliable.

"We had flat tips. Then again, we laid our eggs into our partners. What about you?"

Ocellus shrugged. "I was never told where to lay mine. I have no idea how we're going to advance as a species."

"I'm sure you'll figure something out," chuckled Silverstream. "Hey, this might even help you figure it out! You could be a pioneer of changeling reproduction!"

"R-really?"

"Really! And I could be a pioneer of hippogriff reproduction!"

"Can you show me your ovipositor, now?"

Silverstream blushed. "I don't have one, anymore. It disappeared with my seapony form. It comes back, but it's not available this far above sea level."

"We're not that far above sea level..."

"Yeah, but being above the water makes me no longer a seapony. And being no longer a seapony means no ovipositor."

"Well, what do you have in its place? It's probably similar to what the others have, actually. It'll probabLY--!!" Ocellus jumped as Silverstream ran her claw along her ovipositor tube.

"Did I hurt you?!" gasped Silverstream, jumping forward. "I just wanted to feel how similar it was to mine!"

Ocellus shivered, then looked Silverstream in the eye. "Do it again?"

With a curt nod, Silverstream reached down and rubbed it, a little more gently. Once the initial shock wore off, Ocellus started breathing heavier, almost moaning.

"I used to love this feeling when I was under the sea. Do you like it, too?"

"Mmm-hmm," nodded Ocellus. "Don't stop."

"I'm gonna stop," smirked Silverstream, moving her face back down.

"What? Why?!"

"Because there's something I've always wanted to try." Starting at the base, Silverstream dragged her tongue up to the tip of Ocellus's ovipositor. "Any reaction?"

Ocellus squirmed and wiggled like a little worm. That was enough to convince Silverstream to keep going.

After a few minutes, a sudden pressure built up in Ocellus's gut. "Wait! Stop!"

Silverstream looked up. "Ocellus? What's wrong?"

"I... I don't know. Something's happening. It feels like I ate a bunch of worms and forgot to chew, and they're all wiggling around in my stomach!"

"Why would you eat worms?"

"I didn't! I try to keep vegetarian! But it feels all weird!"

"Like some kind of pressure?"

"Yeah!"

Silverstream chuckled. "I think I know what it is. Watch this!"

Wrapping her claw around Ocellus's ovipositor, she squeezed and rubbed until a large globule started making its way up the shaft, popping out of the tip as a solid, if gelatinous, blob.

Four more followed, each separated by a splash of fluid. When they finally stopped coming out, Ocellus was panting and gasping, with a bunch of them on her chest.

"These eggs are way bigger than mine," admitted Silverstream. "But far less numerous."

"Does this make me a mom?" asked Ocellus, pulling the eggs closer to her.

"No," answered Trixie plainly, standing up from behind the desk. The girls had been so involved in each other that they'd forgotten that she was there. "In order to hatch, they'd need to be fertilized by a male before they came out."

"That's not the way seaponies work," argued Silverstream. "If she were a seapony, this would be the point where a male would fertilize them."

"But that is the way changelings work," argued Trixie back. "Or worked, at any rate."

"Is that why they're not green?" asked Ocellus. "I'm pretty sure they're supposed to be green."

"I'm not sure," answered Trixie shaking her head. "In any case, you now understand your assignment well enough to continue without Trixie's guidance, so... I'll see you both tomorrow."