The Changeling let out a loud moan, before the rooms door suddenly broke off it's hinges as a yak crash through it, followed by a pony, dragon, and a Hippogriff. Both Gallus and Ocellus turned to the door, their eyes wide in fear.
“Ocellus! We were on our way to tell you that we found something cool by the lake and then he heard you moaning and it sounded like you were hurt so-" Silverstream babbled, her voice incredibly fast before she, and the others noticed the incredibly revealing position the two were in.
"Umm... It's not what it looks like..." Ocellus nervously said, with a fake smile.
Oh this was a fun read, I wonder if he will be forever submissive to her all the time from this point on.
Gallus: " YEAH! We're just rehearsing for a musical. It's called 'Put That Thing Back Where It Came From or So Help Me'.
good story so far, keep up the good work!
A race of formerly emotionally unstable beings who are consumed by the urge to mate every seven years...
Wait, Changelings are Equestrian Vulcans?...
This probably counts as an invasion of privacy.