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Sketch Comm for Shadowscale who told me to go nuts with SmolCellus.
I like to believe that once changelings taste your love/friendship signature, they can replicate your body more accurately.
It’s like another example of DNA to them.
Smolder totally gets Ocellus to help her get a glimpse of other people’s naughty bits~!
I like to believe that once changelings taste your love/friendship signature, they can replicate your body more accurately.
It’s like another example of DNA to them.
Smolder totally gets Ocellus to help her get a glimpse of other people’s naughty bits~!
I also only counted two copies, that’s cheap!
Nice clopfic, thanks for sharing.
While I’m not nearly as good at writing, I can’t help but want to continue this.
“Oh?” Smolder grins, looking into the crowd. “That sounds like Silver herself wants a turn! Clear a path everypony!”
“I, wait no, I didn’t mean…” It’s too late, though, as all eyes turn towards her and the small puddle beneath her. Slowly, the crowd parts, giving the hippogriff a good look at her own creampied hindquarters staring back at her from a distance. Slowly, almost in a daze, she walks towards Ocellus’s transformed flank and places a claw on her own replicated rump.
“There you go,” Smolder giggles, moving around behind her. “Look closer.” With a shove and a yelp, Silverstream’s beak is pressed against “her” pussy.
The hippogriff lets out a shaky sigh as the intoxicating mix off Gallus’s cum and her own arousal wafts into her nares. Slowly, her tongue slips out and she takes her first uncertain lick of the tangy, earthy mixture. Then she takes another lick, and another, starting to clean herself.
Ocellus can’t help but let her forelimbs collapse, moaning out in Silver’s voice, the original joining in harmony as Smolder begins to trace her pussy with a slender, forked tongue. Looking to the crowd, she can see multiple ponies pairing off into twos or threes to make some fun of their own. Not Gallus, though. He is front and center, fully erect and stroking his shaft with one taloned claw as he watches in fascination. That image, combined with the tongue and beak working over her transformed pussy, set off another orgasm and splatter Silver with pussy juice.
The hippogriff doesn’t get long to savor the taste, however, as Smolder’s tongue wraps around her clit and pulls, making her pussy mirror the convulsions gripping her beak. As she collapses beside Ocellus, her last thought before passing out is that the changeling even got her orgasm right.
“Mmmm,” Smolder hums, licking her face clean. “Alright, who wants a side by side comparison?”
Nice job duder! Glad to inspire ^^!
Ocellus couldn’t help but keep the blush on her cheeks from such a display. It may have been Smolder who talked her into such a thing but deep down she felt a sort of exhilaration upon publicly exposing herself. Well, half-herself. Smolder’s fingers and claws raking through the newly changed fur upon that flank seemed to add to Ocellus’ growing arousal. She hadn’t once considered changing into a friend just to see or let others see the most intimate of areas.
“Whoa, Ocellus?” Smolder called from behind her. “You, uh.. okay?”
The dragon’s voice sounded a bit different than usual. More airy? Lighter? A glance back revealed Smolder’s gaze firmly upon that freshly transformed crotch of hers. It didn’t dawn on the changeling until a moment later just exactly what was happening. She was probably growing wetter by the second at their little fun. Such a small joke turned kink in quite the hot minute. She had thought it would be fine considering it wouldn’t specifically be ‘her’ goods on display but yet they also were at the same time. It had been a quick answer when Smolder asked and explained it that way.
“It’s just..,” Ocellus began to answer before she felt those claws lightly tease over her sensitive love button.
“Don’t worry,” Smolder whispered. “It’s just to fluster Silverstream a little.”
“Silv-..Ocellus?~” Gallus called out, apparently having just stumbled across the public display. “W..what’s.. What are you..”
“Oh, looks like we got Silver’s romantic over here!” Smolder called out and eyed the reaction taking place beneath the griffon’s body. “I bet he’s been aching for a chance at her~”
“H-hey! Cut that out!” Silverstream shouted though stayed put near the back of the growing crowd.
“Come on up, Gallus. I’m sure she won’t mind a closer look,” the dragon stated, though it was hard to tell who she might be referring to on minding the gander.
With a small bit of hesitation, the blue griffon eventually stumbled forward and kept his eyes beneath that very familiar tail he knew so well. Smolder had to beckon him several times to keep him inching closer until he was barely a leg’s length away.
“I see you like the view quite a bit,” teased the dragon with a soft laugh.
Gallus seemed confused at first until he looked to see those blue eyes taking in the sight under him. One quick glance had him gasp and sit down while his front legs tried to cover his growing erection. He didn’t expect to be so hard so quick just from looking but there he was, fully hard and ready.
“Oh, don’t be shy,” Smolder chided playfully, “You got a lovely piece of hippogriff right here staring back at you. I’m sure Silver isn’t going to mind if you… had just a little fun~”
There would have been a small shout of disapproval from the changeling if it hadn’t been for her feeling those claws trace against her glistening folds and spread them apart to reveal even far more to her friends and crowd. Instead, Ocellus shivered and let the small dragon toy lightly with her changed loins. Would she really let it happen? To allow Gallus into her? Would it even be so bad if he did?
While she was lost in her thoughts, Smolder ushered Gallus up off his keister and closer to them. The dragon’s own burning desires were working inside her as she took one of the griffon’s claws and placed it firmly on the look-a-like’s rear. His shaky grip gave a few squeezes before his other arm lifted and joined, steadying himself up behind Ocellus.
“Wow~” the orange dragon breathed, leaning down and getting a much closer look at her friend’s length. “You must really want her, huh?”
“It.. It’s not… Uh.. Look, I just-Aah~” Gallus stuttered before a scaled grip enveloped his shaft and gave a few pumps. “S-Smolder, what..are you doing?”
“Just relax~ Here, move up..,” Smolder said, guiding the griffon’s hips forward by way of his girth.
It wasn’t until that tip brushed against the unguarded loins of his friend half shifted into his lust that he tried to pull back.
“W-wait.. I don’t know..” Gallus said, though his throbbing tool and refusal to hop down seemed to indicate he knew exactly how he felt over it.
Ocellus leaned her front half down and gave a small wiggle of her hips for him. “Put it in~” she said, using Silverstream’s voice in a lustful tone.
“You heard her,” Smolder said and let go of his member. “I bet you always wanted to~ She’s right there.. Go for it!”
The crowd seemed to cheer him on with various phrases to mount his changeling friend with the hippogriff watching intently in the back, rubbing at herself in curious fascination. The chants grew louder as the griffon neared his tip once more to the entrance of what looked to be what he yearned for so long. The anticipation was almost too much for any involved until those blue hips finally answered for him, courtesy of a dragon’s light push from behind.
It was incredible! The sensation the engulfed his stiff rod as he penetrated his friend’s transformed love tunnel almost had him on weak legs. His grip on those soft flanks kept him steady as he continued his journey into Ocellus’ shifted body. Nothing had ever felt so good before and with his mind constantly telling him he was finally inside Silverstream it seemed like it was almost an overload of bliss.
“Wh-whoa..,” he stammered, having hard time catching his words as much as his breath.
“Yes~” Ocellus encouraged, pressing back to get him deeper. “Oh, just do..w-what feels right,” she told him in that altered voice. Despite only being half changed still, it was thrilling to do much more than simply show off for the crowd.
Gallus could hardly even nod as he took a step closer and hunched over. There would be no stopping until it was over. Carefully, he began to draw his hips back and retrieve a good portion of his girth from that warm, tight hold on it. Pressing back in had him moan out as that silky interior welcomed him like no other. It only took a few more slow thrusts before he was humping away.
The crowd cheered, some of which had taken to touching themselves at the action taking place before them. Even Smolder had decided to sit back, part her legs, and rub herself openly to seeing such a sight.
Every buck and thrust up into his friend sent waves of pleasure up the griffon’s spine. His hips worked and moved that throbbing, leaking length into Ocellus as if he were on a destined path to breed her. Grunts and moans were the only communication between the two as they openly enjoyed each other in such an intimate but heavily feral way. Desires rose, pleasure ran rampant, lusts were overflowing.
It almost seemed as if he couldn’t stop himself. Gallus knew of the risks already taking place but the back of his mind wanted to nag him about pulling out before the end. Every other bit of logic was gone. It wasn’t like him to lose control so easily yet he couldn’t stop himself, even though he could feel that familiar urge rising quickly. Noisy and lewd sounds came from their intimate joining with wet slurps, muffled claps, and the occasional leg shifting to keep balance.
“Haa.. I..,” Gallus tried to warn, knowing how close he was.
“I-inside!” Ocellus moaned out, pressing her changed backside firmly into the lap mounting her.
As if he needed to be told twice. The griffon’s pace quickened as he rushed himself to the finish and feeling those velvet walls coax him there more. It was impossible for that nagging in the back of his mind to be heard. He couldn’t hold himself back even if he truly wanted to. The only response he gave was a swift nod before it finally happened.
The rush of euphoria washed over him and Ocellus both. His cock throbbed and pulsed before those pent up orbs below expelled all they had. Thick and potent ropes of seed slung into the changeling below him, letting those walls milk him dry as his body its best to breed the changeling he was in. Whether or not it was possible didn’t matter to either party as Ocellus was filled deeper than she could remember.
“A-all of it!” Ocellus said, wiggling to him as her own juices spritzed to his loins, almost as if marking him as her own.
The two exhibitionists were in a fog as they came. Unbridled lust seemed to be the only thing occupying their thoughts as they worked to get each other completely off. Grinding was messy and kept the whole moment going even for just a little bit. Seconds, minutes, time didn’t matter. They just knew they had achieved something very special and unlocked quite the new kink and fetish.
“Wow,” Smolder breathed, a claw still slipping into her scaled passage. “You seemed like you enjoyed it!”
Gallus merely nodded and panted before he felt his hips drawing back and felt that slicked cock pop free of the snug hole. An audible schlorp was heard as he landed on his backside, still erect but spent, only to see Smolder tugging that hippogriff tail to the side once more.
“Okay,” the dragon announced loudly, “Who else wants to touch Silverstream’s pussy~?”
“H-hey!” came a panting and exhausted sounding voice in the back of the crowd.
At least one!
Turning Changelings good should have given rise to lots more vaudeville routines, but eh, one more season. X3
Like her butt facing us