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Miss River- Girls should always have Black socks, any length, ties must be worn at all times, in winter long sleeved sweaters and tights are permissible.

((colts to come))

*squee*

I’m quite not used to this, but these clothes…Feel quite nice…

The changeling grinned her form changing. Her hard chitin turning to black fur with soft gentle under skin. Her grey hair turning to a star filled flow and her mane did the same. Her cock became that of normal pony but still retaining her massive

Size. Her fangs changed slightly to look like Dee’s. Her eyes became a deep blue and her pupils split like Dee’s have done. Her horn became that of a unicorn and her wimgs that of a pegasi. In the end Dee was almost looking in a mirror. In her own sweet voice “you want a kink? You got selfcest. If ypu ask again I’ll do Celestia” she purred sexily. She looked exactly the same. Body shape breast size everything. Save for her lover’s prick between her legs.

During the transformation, Dee remained speechless. She never took the time to look at herself in a mirror, even less while under her true shape… For she feared seeing the monster her sister was afraid of… Or even scarier, seeing nothing, thus proving she was forever beyond darkness…

But now she was seeing it all… And she liked it. If Nayomi truly caught her entire form, she looked great, in fact. She was way more feminine and temptative than she thought…

She wasn’t really a narcissist, but seeing another herself, driven by her lover’s will, brought an unholy fire to her womb. She was a bit scared to not recognize Nayomi, but she definitely wanted to touch, feel, lose herself…

She wasn’t given more time, for the fake Dee pushed her back on the bed, letting her land on the mattress, legs still spread and vulnerable as a foal. Her breath still shallow from her recent climax, she saw her other self getting closer, their star-filled manes melting in a light, ethereal galaxy. It felt strange, truly different from her usual mane being touched… She was making contact, but it felt like it was happening more in her mind than on her body…

Their identical breasts touched, dark nipples rubbing agaisnt one another. Dee moaned, it was definitely Nayomi… Her touch, silkier due to her softer skin, was still hers… Soft, intense, enrapturing, true…

"I…I…" Dee wanted to talk, but a dark finger pressed on her lips, silencing her.

When she heard Nayomi’s next words, she shivered in worry and shameful desire. Hearing her own voice talking about turning into Celestia, who was , in a way, her sister… It felt wrong, but she always wondered how she tasted… How her lovely, white skinned sister tasted…

Nayomi felt her body turning hotter, and she smiled. Was the perspective of making love with her sister turning her on?

It would be an interesting way to spice it upeven more… But let’s save it for later…

In those blue eyes who were her own, Dee still read Nayomi’s eager, heart-shattering flame of love, feeding on her and feeding her at the same time.

Their snout pressed, and Dee tasted her own scent. It was truly different, but most enjoyable, she explored the well-known, yet brand new mouth with her tongue, twisting it around the fangs she knew she had too, licking Nayomi’s mouth and lips…

The only thing Nayomi had that Dee hadn’t was her huge, still throbbing shaft… Dee couldn’t wait to feel it again, it felt softer to the touch, but it was still going to make her feel, deep down…

"You’re some kind of mare, aren’t you?" the night mare said, her breath dying in her lungs as Nayomi wasn’t giving her a single second of respite…

She moaned in Nayomi’s mouth, her sighs of lust resonating in her lover’s mouth, increasing her own lust.

"Let me see what you can do while your in my skin, honey!"

"S-so warm. A familiar sensation is echoing inside me Maddy." He said as looks at her while she was licking his member. The throbbing meat stick was eager and its twitchiness indicates the sign of desperate want for the mare as it leaks some more.

Deep inside, she was bursting in laughter. It felt like an eternity since she witnessed so much honesty from a living, sentient being. Weel, actually it was from… from the former bearer of the element of Honesty. The sudden memory made her cringe… Things had changed… Everything changes… And even alicorns are powerless to prevent it…

A sudden spasm in his legs brought her back to reality. Now wasn’t quite the time to overthink things… Slowly, she brought him back on the bed, letting his legs rest on the soft mattress. From half lifted in the air, he was now completely lying down, his legs still spread and his hardness throbbing with frustrated desire. It was clear enough that he wanted to get up and take matters in his own hands, but somehow he couldn’t for she forbid him to do so…

Obedient… or caring?

"Maddy" arched her back while climbing on the bed, waving her heips from side to side like a cat, her tail waving in the dull light, her eyes shining with burning passion. As her limbs rubbed against the sliky sheets, she felt some more want crashing through her mind. She was trembling with impatience…

She placed herself between his legs, rubbing them up and down as she did before. She was getting as slowly as she possibly could, but her need made her touch his stallionhood quicker than before. She then let her hands slide up his shaft, then down to the bottom… Agonizingly slowly… Cryo’s hips moved on their own as he struggled against early release. The following moan was less rough, and a bit more ashamed. He was losing control, right into her hands… She quickened her pace, and Cryo closed his eyes.

"Let’s end this foreplay, shall we?"

Her voice reached his male brain, letting his fantasies out. His arms, laying on the bed, grabbed the sheets as if his life was depending on it, spasms of pleasure making them shiver and move frantically…

Adding to her merciless hand rubbing, she brought her snout to him, and kissed the tip, letting her lips stroke the sensitive flesh.In the process, she licked the now overflowing precum, salt coming to her tongue…

She saw his belly tighten, his abs moving like crazy while his moans intensified…

"Open your eyes, please… I want to see you…"

With sheer willpower, Cryo opened his beautiful, bright eyes, looking straight at the Sun… Right before delivering the finishing blow, she whispered, as if she only wanted him to hear her words…

"I love you Cryo…"

She rubbed more and more, and it happened…

"It’s like looking at a broken mirror… Who are you???
I’m… I’m… complicated!”

"It’s like looking at a broken mirror… Who are you???

I’m… I’m… complicated!”

His vulnerability has been exposed, he is completely defenseless for the first time as he looks at Maddy while she starts spreading his legs. His mind was in a state of confusion but he knows this is Maddy, the only one who knows his vulnerability.

He was beautiful. No mistake, he always had his special appeal, but now… He had it all… Maddy was sure a strange one, for it was said that she couldn’t stand a changeling in her sight, burning with deep hatred for this filthy kind, yet this one… This one was different.

He had approached her, he deliberately put himself in a position to get hurt, and he did get hurt badly. But among the struggle, she discovered somepony else, somepony beautiful, somepony caring and strong enough to help her…

Yet what she enjoyed most was how he was willing to make himself vulnerable. She knew he wasn’t used to, but for her he was making himself uncomfortable. And it was flipping her switches… She wasn’t as impressed by the throbbing flesh in front of her as she was loving how he was trying to hide his shaking. He wanted to appear strong, even when naked and offering himself to her sight. Taking a step closer, she gently laid her hands on his legs, next to his knees.

When her gentle, warm fingers touched his hardened skin, Cryo let out a moan of mixed shame and want. The small white mare rubbed her legs against one another in a desperate measure to hide her ever growing arousal. Taking a deep breath, she let the still cold air of the room fill her lungs, bringing relative calm to her mind. She didn’t want to blow it off too soon. She only had this one time with him before… Well, before facing her sister…

So it was going to be slow… And awesome!

Rubbing her hands on him, she moved her body back and forth as her hands moved from his legs, to his waist, his shivering belly. She stopped right before reaching further, for she felt his stiffness pressing against her own chest. As much as she enjoyed the feeling, it was too soon… She retreated, slowly, toward his legs, stopping under his thighs. With surprising strength, she lifted his both legs slightly in the air, letting his weight being shifted on his back. With his loin even more bared, Cryo felt ashamed like never before, but his shaft didn’t seem to care, for it became even harder, standing gloriously and begging for attention…

“I can’t use my hands yet, so I guess there’s only one option, dear…” She said, her innocent sounding voice letting a hint of mischievousness appear.

She lowered her head, letting her snout touch the crown of Cryo’s length. She kissed the tip, making Cryo shiver and moan softly. He was going to enjoy this, for sure… Slowly going to the bottom of his throbbing shaft, she let her tongue stick out of her mouth, giving Cryo a long, warm lick on the entire length of his member. A spasm went to it, making it pulsate with hotness. Maddy then noticed how a single bead of precum was exiting, coming to the warming air of the room. Then the clear liquid proceeded to make its way down his shaft, creating a stream of strong scent that was hitting deep inside the unicorn’s lust. Her own loins were calling for attention, crying a neverending flow of desire soon for everypony to notice.

But he was going first. The veins on his member pulsated harder with every lick, the flow of his need increasing in strength and scent and his moans becoming rougher and deeper. She felt like he could climax from sheer licking. While moving up and down, she saw his face, his mouth agape with untold words of lust and primal instincts, his eyes shining with the very same light that was in hers. He was beautiful.

He was doing his best to keep a bit of control on himself, his hands buried in the bedsheets, grasping desperately as his mind was progressively becoming blank. His neck stretched, letting his head move left and right as he was losing himself. His throat was completely bared too. He never was that careless before, but he felt like he could put his life at risk with her. Despite that she actually threatened to kill him before, he did want to trust her and let himself feel.

“Please… Talk to me… Tell me how you feel now…” Maddy managed to speak between two long move of her tongue on his sensitive spot. Their breathes were now shallow and rough, it felt like they could stop playing any second from now and love one another to death…

Walking Rift: *when you lay down you could feel his arousal between the both of you, it seems despite or maybe because of his fear, and the fact you were causing him pain, he seems to still find you very attractive. He tries to clear his throat in order to talk, but nothing comes out as if he had no clue what to say. while laying on him you can feel a heartbeat quickening as he struggles to say something, ANYTHING, maybe an apology, maybe some sort of joke? still nothing comes out. he lightly and awkwardly wraps you in a hug.*

Sometimes, everything you hold for sure is suddenly put above the pit of doubt… Everything you think unchangeable is turned around, just in front of you…

And now was one of those moments. Deceptive, or Nightmare Moon, she wasn’t sure, was using her might and mind to actually force one poor pony to hold her, for she felt cold and lost? Was she that kind of mare? Was she going to go all the way with him?

Did she really want to give up on what made her a considerate mare, and give in to her deeper nature? Her mind couldn’t find a proper answer, and most of her actually didn’t care…

While she felt his arms clumsily wrap around her back, she felt the rhythm of his lifebeat quicken. Was it out of fear… or want? She actually needed to find out. The atmosphere of the room was becoming darker and darker as Deceptive was progressively losing it, letting her instinct do the thinking for her. Slowly landing on Rift’s side, she lift her right leg in order to put it on the wooden pony’s waist. When her smooth, slightly sweaty coat touched the bark, he moaned softly, making his belly constrict due to the incredibly new touch he was experiencing.*

The next thing he felt among the mist that was taking over his head was Nightmare’s head coming closer from his, her snout almost touching his cheek. Even the air exiting her lungs were feeling like it was made of lust, and its bare touch was more than enough to elicit some strange thoughts and weird hotness in anypony around…

While she let his right arm under her still holding her in his tender embrace, she grabbed his left hand, firmly but gently as she had no reason to hurt him, not a single one, she moved his wrist so his fingers could touch her. She pulled him a bit closer, and his palm landed on the darkened alicorn’s neck. While he wondered why she was actually doing it, he could feel the pulse of her heart, getting quicker as he moved a bit up and down, tracing her skin and accidentally hitting some of her switches in the process…

As he got used stroking her, Deceptive released his hands and found her way back to his leaved mane. She let her slender fingers get lost again in the warm, moist forest of this uncommon pony’s mane. She eventually found the hardened surface of his backhead. Slowly, she pushed so his head would turn to almost face hers. In the angle she actually put him, he could see her face, desperately close, yet he couldn’t outline the details, for he wasn’t completely facing her. Before he could do ro say anything, she pressed her lips against the corner of his mouth, claiming a gasp of surprise from him.

His hard hand grabbed what it could at this moment, and it seemed that he was gaining some confidence, as it had made its way down from her throat, between her shoulder, and finally above one of the fallen mare’s mounds of desire. Dee had been unaware of Rift’s move on her, for she was too busy teasing him. The sudden realization that he was stroking her left breast in a clumsy, yet strangely enjoyable way brought a deep red to Nightmare’s cheeks, which made her resume kissing the corner of the plant pony’s mouth, moving slowly back and forth, getting closer every time from plainly kissing him…

“I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t… I have somepony I care for but… I feel so cold… so empty…” she whispered, her usual tone coming back for a second.

“I know this isn’t fair for you… I’m so sorry…” Then the night mare’s voice came back.

“While we’re at it, can you tell me more about you? How do you feel right now? Do you want me to stop?” she was really teasing, forcing him to answer. He wasn’t much of a speaker, but she definitely wanted to hear him…

Nayomi couldn't take it anymore. She stood never breaking the kiss allowing dee to wrap her legs around her in a standing loving embrace. With one final thrust and a groan of pleasure she filled Dee's love with her seed.

Her both legs crossed behind Nayomi’s back, pulling her a bit closer as they both reached climax. Blinding light filled their mind as every muscle in their bodies tensed to the extreme, stretching their forms as skin crashed against skin and fingers buried themselves in the flesh of their backs.

Grasping as much as she could of her lover’s shoulderblades, the mare in the moon let her snout find its haven on Nayomi’s shoulder, she let out a shaking moan of delight as her body finally let go of all that tension and allowed her to ascend with Nayomi, together and lost in each other’s climax.

She even constricted to her toes when she felt Nayomi’s member twitch frantically inside, then flare endlessly, sending more and more of her changeling semen within her. The sudden rush of cold made Deceptive shiver against Nayomi’s body, but the strong, warm presence of her lover quickly made up for the slight cold…

While she was experiencing one of those strong and intense climax that only one mare could bring her, Dee didn’t felt Nayomi roaring, making the bed itself shake even more as sweat, saliva and need mixed on a powerful mixture that suddenly filled both mares’ nostrils.

After a minute, or after an eternity, Dee’s body started to respond to her commands again, she noticed that she was still holding Nayomi against her with her strong black legs. One after another, she removed the slender limbs, spreading them so nayomi could be finally free, and offering her another show of her utmost vulnerability as she did so.

Nayomi slowly went back to her senses, pulling out gently and letting the flow of her love exsude from Dee. She then arched her back backward, so she could get a better view of her night mare. The sight felt awesome, tasty, and most enjoyable. Seeing somepony as powerful and fierce as Dee in such a way was playing with some of her fantasies. She was still lying on the bed, her chest rising and fallign slowly as her harsh and shallow breath was coming back to normal. With every breathing, her breasts were slightly moving, filling Nayomi with the sudden urge to have one more taste of it…

But it was her eyes that finally took the greatest toll on the queen’s restrains. The spark shining inside, displaying both happy exhaustion, deep love and such a “let’s have it again” attitude that it became almost impossible for Nayomi to stop herself from granting Dee her wish…

The soothing voice of the mare of the night happened, soft and barely earable, as she was still landing back from her skyrocketing experience.

"It was one of my fantasy, to allow my body to look like my true self… Rare are the moments when I can be myself, all the way…"

She then rubbed her hands gently and slowly on her still spread legs, going toward her still aching gem, then withdrawing before reaching their goal…

"Now, what if you told me one of your kinks?" she said, using her "I dare you" voice. That was more than Nayomi could take…

Dee wanted a kink? So she’ll get a kink!!!

Walking Rift: *laying down* “you misunderstand My intent, I do not wish for more death, this place has already felt so much of it.” *for a moment you feel a horror as you see the fires burning around the place a portal constructed of bones and flesh building itself into the wall, a horrid misshapen smile appearing inside and you hear a whisper* “feed my children” *when you blink again there is no portal it seems that staring into Chaos has cursed you with visions though it is certain that they will wear off sooner or later it is still unsettling for them to seeming at random to happen. the plant pony speaks again* ” I am in need of nothing, when I wake, I will drink and try to spring forth some crop bearing plants from the earth. she only need spill but a drop, to show a want for forgiveness we are not asking for a ritual or anything merely for a sign to regrow. If you need to speak to someone I am here fear not of waking me for sleeping doesn’t really help me or hinder me”

Despite what he just said, Deceptive was not calm at all. Usually, fate didn’t seem to be satisfied with a single drop of blood…

In most stories she witnessed or even heard of, the guilty one had to be left bloodless for it to be considered worthy… And that wasn’t going to happen! Of course her sister had much things to answer for, she destroyed landscapes, hurt countless ponies, enslaved her own world… All that because of a nagging fear of seeing her nightmare come true… From a misplaced love, a flare of destruction had sprout.

And it wouldn’t shake Dee’s ground. Her sister was in deep pain too, and it all had to cease. She needed to learn that she wasn’t condemned to a life of violence where any single pony would rip her to bloody shreds if she didn’t do so first… And if she wouldn’t understand, Dee would make her!

In a second, the world had changed, and she was back in the abyss she never wanted to stare into in the first place… It seemed that everytime she felt a strong negative emotion, such as deep sadness, anger or hate, her reality was becoming… a bit more unnerving…

She tried as hard as she could to calm down, reverse the process and bring her mind back to the here and now, but to no avail. She was still shaken by what she had to do, what she had to deal with, and the scary, bloody world she had been pushed into wasn’t helping either. A sickly warm wind assaulted her body, filling her nostrils with the scent of rotten flesh and blood. The twisted air made its way into her clothes, mixing with the cold sweat of terror that was pearling on her skin, making the fabric becoming heavier, sticking to her coat and making her feel like she needed a bath… an acid bath… With a barbwire washcloth…

Suddenly, the misshapen face returned, right in front of her, laughing loudly, making the very essence of reality tremble. His breath was made of noxious air, smothering Dee and filling her lungs with ashes and bile…

Deceptive fell on her knees, coughing harder with every try she was having to clean her throat. She was being killed painfully, slowly and viciously. Due to the pain, tears started flowing freely from her reddened eyes. Was it how it could end? Without being able to put up any fight? Was there such things beyond her comprehension?

A sharp, dry and skeletal hand had grabbed her head, forcing it up, forcing her to look at its disgusting owner…

A hiccup died in Dee’s throat as her eyes, dried by the neverending flow of tears she was shedding, widen in terror. Her own fangs and snake eyes seemed pretty unimpressive against the display of sheer malevolence she was facing.

Suddenly, he shoved his claw downward, ripping Dee’s clothing to shreds. Added to the physical pain was the feeling of having her dignity taken away from her. She wanted to scream, to call for help, but only a sick mix of bile and saliva exited her mouth, pouring down her throat and tainting her white fur with a sickly red ooze…

Oh no she won’t! If she were to end, it wouldn’t be as a submissive little mare! And if her own strength was enough, she still had some more! She hated resorting to Nightmare energy, for it could easily turn her into a mindless beast, but since there was only one enemy here…

A deep, disturbing, guttural laughter escaped the now still unicorn. She wasn’t shaking or struggling to breathe. Instead, it felt like she was inhaling and exhaling the miasma that was filling her lungs like fresh air. Every move of her chest was coming with a nauseating noise, a mix of gurgles and the sound of a pony choking.

She caught the deathly hand strongly and violently, and for a second the evil in front of her seemed to be surprised. It wasn’t the small, soft white hand of Deceptive, it was the strong, cold, nightly black talon of the Mare in the Moon…

She jumped on her feet in a second, pushing the shadow on its back. Not even caring that she was actually naked, exposed and worn, she pinned down her “adversary” with a surprising ease. When she opened her mouth, the freezing hatred that exited resounded in her house.

“I DO WHAT I PLEASE!!! AND NO ONE WILL MAKE ME BOW IN SERVITUDE!!!”

A crimson red aura surrounded her right hand rising in the air, ready to crush, while the left one was keeping Walking Rift still.

(Walking Rift?)

She just wanted it to stop, to stop… TO STOP!!!!

(STOP!!!!)

An inch before hitting him, she stopped, using all her rational mind to prevent what she was about to do. She was back home, in HER home… She was safe… And the one she was holding down was…

Walking Rift.

When she understood what she had been about to do, her mouth went agape and she pulled her black arm against her chest. She was ashamed of this part of her, and yet Walking Rift saw it in all its twisted might… When her mind cooled down a bit, she noticed that she was on all four, above him… Her breath was both heavy and shallow from exhaustion, from the strain and fear she experienced.

She was naked too… Since it was all an illusion, the only logical process was that, in her anger, she ripped her own clothes, making her now bigger black chest bared to the world, well, at least to Walking Rift…

Carefully moving to avoid hurting him, she straightened her back, unwillingly displaying more of her naked, tired form in the process…

Something caught her attention, his quick and hot breathing… It was arousing… She wanted nothing more but forget about all this, but the Nightmare essence, boiling in her veins was constantly whispering to her mind. Where she’d have stepped away in a second, infected thoughts of vicious nature were coming to her like predators to a prey… She wasn’t herself here and now, not her former self at least. Why should she waste such a good occasion? It seemed that he had a kink for her not too long ago, and she could use a relief.

Waving her long black hands in the moss-like mane of the still scared plant pony, she reached for the back of his head. The uneven, yet soft and definitely soothing grain of the pony’s wooden husk was soothing to her sore limbs, bringing back life where the threatening presence left nothing but coldness and doubt…

“I saw you looking at me earlier… Would you mind holding me tightly for a bit?” She asked, her half-closed eyes irradiating with a strange, appealing glow. Without waiting for an answer, she let her blackened body touch with Rift’s eliciting a shiver in the wooden creature.

Nayomi smiled her body shiny with sweat. Her veined hair hung down over her trapping dee and nayomi in their own little world. Just them and their love it was perfect.

Nayomi kept thrusting at a solid speed. She was thinking about what else she could do or any other positions. All ended in nothing she was was content looking into her lovers eyes and pounding away. Just as she was.

Among the flashes of bliss and the wetness of her whole body, Dee occasionally could catch a glimpse of Nayomi’s form, waving intensely against hers as she was thrusting like there was no tomorrow, like there was a fallen alicorn after them both… Ironically, there was one…

Every time Nayomi went forward, Dee felt filled, so filled that she could comprehend what it was like to have found one’s rightful place in this world. And when Nayomi withdrew, letting only the tip of her rather huge shaft inside, Dee was scared, scared that it would be the last time, the last jolt of pleasure she’d feel at all.

All these contradictory emotions were playing a merciless pushing and pulling game inside her, quickening her way toward a ravaging climax, but keeping it slow enough to make the small, sweaty unicorn shiver in sheer anticipation and frustration. Her hips were now moving on their own, urging Nayomi inside with raw, primal need. The bedsheets were becoming soaked with the mixed arousal of the two loving mares, and soon the once perfectly made bed had become a total mess.

Dee’s arms went behind her head, lifting it to face the changeling queen, as her neck had become too weak to keep her head right. Though her vision was blurred by the impending climax, she managed to force her vision to keep working so she could admire what she had in front of herself.

Nayomi’s body, as always, was a testimony to strength, beauty and sensuality. Her toned belly was letting anyone close enough admire the small, yet hard enough abs that were sprouting from beneath her caprice. The former night mare always had a kink for that very part of her queen’s body, it felt like the last, single piece of clothing nopony could ever remove. She was no common pony, for sure, but she had it all. The strong and sensual moves of her chest while she was making love with a passion few knew, the up and down motion of her breasts while she was breathing, even the armpits she was revealing when lifting her arms to make her chest even bigger were almost calling for kissing, licking, worshipping.

Freeing her left hand from behind her neck, the snake-eyed pony clumsily made it crawl on the bed, toward Nayomi who was still rutting her like crazy. Dee never thought she could achieve such level of arousal without actually fainting from it. The changeling clearly noticed the quivering hand that was looking for a certain skin to explore. Far from being patient enough to let it happen on its own, Nayomi grabbed Dee’s hand with her own, pulling it gently up as she bend a bit to allow the tip of her fingers to touch the underside of her breast, soon getting a handful of the warm, wet and bouncy mound of desire.

Despite the waves of lust crushing against her mind, despite the mesmerizing sight she was having, despite the senseless lovemaking she was having, a single thought kept running in Dee’s head just like chocolate on the top of a delicious, refreshing ice cream. A legend told that changelings, being feeding on emotions, didn’t had hearts or feelings of their own.

But it was all a lie! She could feel it every time they meet; Nayomi’s heart was here, beating strong. And it was beating for her.

That last thought definitely stopped Dee from using her usual guise. It was quite useful to prevent ponies from running away in terror, but it was just another mask she was putting… And the time for hiding was long gone.

Slowly, fighting any quick move to avoid climaxing before she was done, Deceptive shed her white skin, revealing what lingered beneath. She became curvier, taller, and a lot darker. Despite being still caught in her lover’s grip, she looked even fiercer than before.

“You showed me your true self, please allow to return the favor” said the now equally sized alicorn beneath Nayomi. Her voice was less childish, less high pitched. For all intents and purposes, it was Nightmare Moon she was facing. Yet one small fiery ring, dancing with Dee’s fingers and rubbing Nayomi’s breast was telling that she was still the same inside… The mare that loved a changeling without restrictions…

She waved her star-filled mane, letting her bright blue eyes shine in the dull light of the room.

“Now… shall we e-end together?” Dee said, shoving her muzzle against Nayomi’s intensely as she resumed thrusting, pushing the alicorn over the edge.

His mind was in pure bliss. He could not comprehend anymore as his changeling side took over him and continues to kiss her, caressing her and pleasuring her to his extent while he contain his own lust craving. A craving that only few can tap into.

She arched forward. He just hit her weak spot. It was too obvious to have been accidental, yet soft enough to let her in deep doubt…

And to make her want a lot more! Her horn glew faintly, and a second later, they were in her bedroom. That bed was almost calling them, begging them to lay down on it… Which she did.

She shove him on the bed, he landed heavily, due to his surprise and lack of undertsanding about where she was going with this. He could remember her touch, her silky hands rubbing randomly accross him, but his mind was still hiding the greatest part of Maddy’s voracious behaviour.

He wanted to rise back on his feet, but a spell later, the small, yet incredibly strong unicorn was on him, locking him in place. Before he could protest, her lipscrashed on his, making his arousal resume its climbing from where it stopped. The waved against one another like an ocean, too calm to be called infuriated, but slowly coming to more intense moving.

He tilted his head left, then right as her kiss was bringing him back on the bed. From sitting he was soon laying against the soft matress, his legs, arms and chest undulating like strong snakes, desperately trying to escape Maddy’s strong hold on him. Only his head and upper torso were free to move a bit, his legs and hands locked in place.

Through sheer lust, he made his back arch upward, making his chest touch Maddy’s. The soft and warm touch of the slender mare against his rougher, changeling skin made him moan inside her mouth, offering him an opportunity to take the tongue battle to Maddy.

From defending, he attacked, pushing Maddy’s slithering tongue back in her mouth, waving around it and licking just every single inch of her it could find. The sweet flavour of his little Maddy invaded him. He had more and more issues controlling his desire…

Speaking of desire, Maddy felt something hard and hot stroking her legs and her loin, somehow asking for attention…

The white one turned her head slightly to keep kissing the changeling male while seeing his fully grown and throbbing intimacy.

She broke the kiss, slowly, letting the faint trail of saliva between them break on its own accord, before going lower, toward her next goal…

"Do you want it? I really love when you moan while looking at me…" Her voice was surprisingly deep for a mare looking that young. For a second, Cryo feared that the scary one was back in charge, but it was still Maddy, breathing heavily and giving him the most arousing gaze he ever witnessed…

She started spreading his legs, in order to gain full access to the shaft it was keeping hidden… With every passing moment, Maddy felt Cryo’s skin shiver, perhaps in shame, he wasn’t used to be that exposed…

A few more inches and his legs would be totally spread, and there would be nothing more to hide…