The plan
Thunderlane panted as he leaned back into the headrest of his bed, jolts of pleasure arcing through his body as he squirmed about on his bed of clouds. He gripped the sheets tightly as his lover's warm breath trickled down his length, gasping as he felt those smooth fangs slide along the skin of his hard member.
The pegasus opened his eyes to be greeted with the sight of his changeling coltfriend smirking up at him, his serpent-esque tongue slowly declining from his maw.
Thunderlane couldn't quite remember how he had initially bedded this Changeling stud, despite being only a few months into their relationship. He was just prowling the bars, looking for some hot flank or hot rods to satisfy himself with, when he came across a lone Changeling at the bar, twirling a scotch. It'd been about a few weeks since the Changelings were integrated into Equestrian Society at that point, and if Thunderlane had been honest, he was curious as to what the shapeshifters had been packing. He came up to the loneling, and the next thing he knew, he came inside of him in the comfort of a nearby hotel room.
His curiosity was replaced by a burning need as he gazed upon the naked form of his exotic lover. The way their combined sweat trailed down his smooth chitinous flesh, the steady heat and buzz that rang throughout every part of the Changeling, the way those piercing blue eyes gazed into his soul and brought out a beast that Thunderlane didn't know he had, and sweet merciful Luna that ass. It was ripe enough to give the Apple Family's harvest a run for its bits and soft enough to get him to full mast in seconds.
But nothing compared to-
"AGH!"
- a Changeling's tongue.
Thunderlane forced himself to watch on as Masquerade lolled out his quarter-meter forked appendage and twirled it about the pegasus' pink shaft, flicking the end of it at his medial ring. The thick saliva coated his member that actively tried to cool as the air hit it, fighting the intense heat that Masquerade's tongue produced. The Changeling lowered his maw over Thunderlane's cock and wrapped the thicker part of his tongue right behind his flare, pulling it into a sloppy suction as his fangs' smoothed out tips teased the edges.
"Oh, Sweet Princesses!" Thunderlane cried out as Masquerade exhaled over his member.
The Changeling slowly, agonizingly pulled away, trailing his tongue along Thunderlane's urethra, slurping it up before smacking his lips.
"My dear Thundie," Masquerade cooed in his seductive tone, "surely you mean, 'sweet Prince,' right?"
Masquerade didn't wait for an answer as he practically jumped Thunderlane, clasping his hands over the pegasus' face as their members rubbed together.
Thunder was pulled into a make-out session, Masquerade slowly sliding his tongue down his mouth as it spread the taste of the pegasus' special raindrops. The Changeling pushed it a step further by gently rocking his hips against Thunderlane, rubbing their pillars of love together. The pegasus could only act by thrusting in rhythm with his lover, watching as the Changeling's moist, cerulean stallionhood slid along the underside of his own.
The two moaned sweet nothings into each others' mouths as they continued to frot, Thunderlane only moving to wrap his arms around Masquerade's back to squeeze his cheeks. As the minutes melted into hours for the two, the tension was becoming too much for either to handle, and soon, Thunderlane broke their kiss to call out.
"Masquerade!"
The Changeling hissed and croaked in a way that only Thunderlane recognized as he sat up and stroked both of their lengths together. When Thunderlane reached for his coltfriend's rear once more, they both came hard.
Thick ropes of white and bluish-white burst from their flares and coated the pinned pegasus, their shafts beating in the same rhythm. Spurts of spunk erupted far enough to land on Thunderlane's muzzle, flooding his nostrils with the intoxicating aroma of Masquerade's succulent juices.
As they began to descend from their high, Masquerade lowered himself onto Thunderlane as he began to clean off the hot trail of juice from his lover's face. When he had left the dark fur spotless, Masquerade aimed his tongue into Thunder's mouth to deposit their collective cum. Thunderlane offered no resistance as he welcomed the mixed flavors of Masquerade's tongue and jizz.
They laid in Thunderlane's bed for a few minutes, simply exchanging kisses and staring into one another's eyes, the room perfumed with the smell of musk and love.
"I love you," Thunderlane whispered as he nipped Masquerade's neck.
The Changeling soaked in the flow of emotion, but pouted at the words uttered. Thunderlane drew back to see his face and grew concerned.
"What's wrong?"
"I just..." Masquerade sighed. "I just think about how soon we got together after the concord, and... I just can't believe my sheer luck in finding you so soon," he said, trailing a hand over Thunderlane's chest.
"It's not luck that we found each other, it was-"
"If you say 'destiny' again, I'm going to transform into you and strut around in those hearth-warming stockings."
Thunder stopped immediately as his face threatened to start a fire.
"I'm happy beyond all belief to have you, really," Masquerade reassured as he cupped Thunder's face, "but I can't stop thinking of all of my brothers out there that go on without somepony of their very own to hold on to... without somepony to love."
Thunderlane sighed as he laid his head back onto a damp pillow, before he was struck with an epiphany.
"I've got an idea!"
"Oh dear Queen-Mother, no," Masquerade grimaced.
"I know a couple of stallions that are interested in knowing what it's like to be with a Changeling, and are interested in... let's say, 'experimenting'?" he grinned.
Masquerade blushed, his cheeks the same color as his eyes.
"Y-you were... looking for curious stallions-"
"To bring to bed with us, yes, but hear me out-"
"This could actually work!" Masquerade said.
"Really? I mean, of course it will."
"Changelings are almost entirely a male population, since only a specially bred pony or Queen can give birth to new Changelings, and with the gender ratio skewed so heavily towards a male population, Changelings are far more liberal with sexual outings with those of the same gender. As long as those stallions are actually looking for a relationship, this could not only help more of us in Ponyville integrate, but could help with how the rest of Equestria sees us as well!"
"That's great! Knock out a thousand birds with one meteor!"
"... but," Masquerade added.
"What?"
"When a Changeling senses a possibility of intimacy with another, in our natural forms, our instincts override our senses and we usually... fuck on the first date," Masquerade admitted.
"Oh... so, when we first-"
"It was a sign of great trust and love. I gave myself over to you in a physical and emotional way, and you responded in kind. That was when I knew that I loved you, Thundie."
The pegasus smiled before sinking into a dirty, perverted place in his mind that he hadn't seen since their first few times together.
"Maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe... we can turn the 'group-date' into a 'group-mate'?" he asked coyly.
Masquerade deadpanned.
"Don't. Just... don't. You're sexy when you shut up."
Thunderlane chuckled.
"Sorry. But, what if we made it more interesting my just making it... say, an orgy?"
Masquerade thought on it for a few seconds.
"That'd probably be for the best, honestly. I mean, for one thing it'd be really fun, and it'd also make everypony there more open to the idea of interspecies romance romance if they see a bunch of Changelings and ponies fucking right then and there."
"So it's settled then."
"Yeah. I guess it is."
"Not gonna lie, thought you'd have more resistance to the idea."
"Guess you just bring out the worst of me when you're like this," Masquerade said, trailing a finger along Thunderlane's renewed vigor.
"One more round before bed?"
"Sure, but I need to do a lot of walking tomorrow, so take it easy."
"Stop with the puns, you're almost as bad as that