Loners' Lakeside Loving
A bright and clear plane befell over the world, its inhabitants graced with the sights of a golden sun and a line of silvers sharing the crystalline firmament in which made up daytime. As such, everything was automatically in tune with nature as a flock of birds took themselves high with their own flightpaths, singing their hearts out and about as they traveled on. Within the dream drop distance of life was a large sea of the brilliant green, each of its fiber currently in such various combinations already fashioning a bewildering camouflage. The calm gentle breeze traversed throughout the herbage inside of them as the luscious landscape had remained loud and proud of its structured foundations with viridians and browns. For every piece of vegetation dwelling within this environment, there would usually contained a plant capable of providing either nourishment or mortality to any living being overall. Given the rather immense dimensions of such an acreage, it’d have seemed that such a sheer probability of finding anybody residing inside here was rather nonexistent to a fault. Dense moisture of the dewdrops were now taking formation around the surface area upon the innumerable green grasses storing the very floras presently overwhelming themselves. All which would remain to complete this very scenery alone was at least a stray pedestrian in any varying states of being traveling throughout the area for whatever reason imaginable.
In this particular case, a creme hippogriff was found to be trotting alone in the dark woods with a small rectangular device firmly within the rightmost claw. A flood of cyan dominated the singular traveler’s tresses and eyes, shining like gemstones as a ruby red nosegay was residing gently near the left earlobe. Nestled underneath a bridge of freckles was a faintly gilded beak, having shared the same color as the talons and fetlocks attached to the creme hippogriff. Slung over fluffy integuments, an orange dress with white accents was held in place by seashells, the very same accessories found on the shoulders and neck.
For what it was worth, the singular traveler wasted no time whatsoever in taking in every single detail of the forest, including the very road taken to explore such things up, close, and personally. Even though the creme hippogriff was surrounded by walls of caliginous shade and hues born from the same color, the observant eyes took note of the various others standing out and about. The singular traveler’s ears were treated to a subdued orchestra of flora and fauna seen and unseen, each noise keeping the listener at ease despite the lack of synchronicity and consistency. Crispy cold oxygen commuted in and out of the creme hippogriff, bearing an assortment of saccharine aromas with a hint of spice and everything nice but none of the artificial ingredients. Hooves trampling upon the grass and soil underneath were bearing a texture of smooth grains and dulled softness as they withstood the sudden imprints instantaneously made by their owner. In spite of the gilded beak being closed shut, the creme hippogriff swallowed in the salivation building up within as she’d looked at all the various plants nestled amongst the herbage thereof. To say nothing of the cerebrations swirled about in the singular traveler, even the air of mystery was still active: such an unfamiliar territory so unlike the rocky mountainsides or watery seas.
It wasn’t long until the creme hippogriff came upon the sounds of loud vertical running in the distance, prompted investigation: although curiosity was now at the forefront, caution remained latched onto the listener’s body, still aware of the earth underneath; either way, the discovery was to be made nonetheless, mindful of the miniaturized contraption delicately in tow overall. Obscured quickly as well as quietly into the proximate bushes, the singular traveler gazed at the source of a concentrated noise: it was a modest yet overflowing cataract cloaked with rushing waters directed in a downward spiral of achromatic whiteness; despite the dimensions at large, the contents thereof remained in place within the unconnected circular body underneath them.
While the sight of such a wonder threatened to compromise the creme hippogriff’s respiration, nothing had compared to what resided in the distance: a light copper deer beneath the waters. Rather than a mane the singular traveler had worn, a pair of antlers protruded from the solitary dweller’s forehead, glimmering about in the sunlight and the kaleidoscopic background in gold. The copper deer wore patches of white throughout much of the integuments, concentrated deeply within the ears, muzzle, torso, and tail yet still constricted by the surrounding color nevertheless. Even though the solitary dweller’s eyelids were closed off for the most part, the creme hippogriff could make out a hint of brilliant tangelo from with the crevices, but not the contentment overall. Another striking differentiation betwixt the singular traveler and the solitary dweller was the sheer fact the latter’s attire already blended in with the natural compounds from the waist down.
Considering the vast distance between the two differentiated lifeforms, the creme hippogriff was unable to pick up on the copper deer’s ruminations, “hah… what a relief: so many potions, so little time; at this rate, I was afraid I wouldn’t be done making them all on time by this afternoon. Even now, I know that it’s only a matter of time until I can no longer dabble in the art of such potion–making like in my youth: my father may be still going strong but I need to be ready in succeeding him as the new ruler of Thicket when mine time comes; still, I’m nervous about the whole idea, especially considering what happened last year with the ponies visiting our home…”
“So this is what a deer is like; no wonder why no one else had seen them: they must be so secretive…” the singular traveler cerebrated while watching the solitary dweller running both hands across the supersaturated fur, “I must be the first hippogriff in all of my own homeland to see such a creature outside from there, not the other way around like before with those ponies.”
‘Tis the last rose of summer,
left blooming alone
All the lovely companions
are faded and gone
No flower of its kindred,
no rose–bud is nigh,
To reflect back the blushes
or give sigh for sigh
The copper deer sweetly sang with such softness, subduing the ambiance around both lifeforms.
As the solitary vocalist did so, the creme hippogriff off in cold distance took note of the former’s gentle brogue now playing about; the latter wasted no time whatsoever hearing the harmonic convergence taking formation in the herbages making up their scenery: aside from all of the running waters behind, the tweets of avians were joining into the fray delicately like sprinkles.
Hearing them chattering about, the singular traveler now listened to the copper deer taking in a deep breath, the former slowly moved to tears despite struggling to hold them back while words struggled to escape and provide quiet commentary on the latter’s words, “this must be how his kind sing; at least it explains their attachment to the homeland: they’re at peace with the forest.”
Do not leave them, you lone one
to pine of the stem,
since the lovely are sleeping,
go, you sleep with them;
Thus kindly I scatter
your leaves over the bed,
where your mates of the garden
lie scentless and dead.
The solitary vocalist continued to the delight of the creme hippogriff,
So soon may I follow
when friendships decay
And from love’s shining circle
the gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered,
and fond ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
this bleak world alone?
“I would…” the singular listener had finally spoken out directly after a moment of silence had passed again, prompting the copper deer to tense up when his ears stood on endwise; it wasn’t long until he’d lowered himself into the lake and faced the source of the voice even as both eyes were presented with nothing but leafy greens all throughout the way still standing straightaway.
Despite being overwhelmed with a newfound sense of trepidation latching onto the beating heart, he’d held firmly and asked calmly, “who’s there…?”
“Oh, dear… what have I done: this just like that time mom found out about me sneaking off again, this time to help Twilight and her friends; what do I say…?” the creme hippogriff thought silently within the natural camouflage serving as the current refuge from the copper deer’s line of eyesight, “is it even necessary to even make eye contact with the likes of him…?”
“I know you’re there; can you at least show me your face please…?” he’d spoken out again, this time a little more hardened in his tone thereof.
At the very least, the crossroads of destiny had appeared before the singular traveler despite the brilliant green’s still corporeal form: as far as the viewer could see it, the choices provided were binary in nature by terms of categories alone to each one’s own; in this case, it’d seem there was almost no escape whatsoever from the copper deer’s diminutive sphere of influence nevertheless.
The creme hippogriff felt every pore within the body becoming supersaturated with perspiration: the recent memory of replying to the last of the solitary vocalist’s lyrics weighed heavily about; the former came to terms how one particular reply attracted the latter’s attention, thusly spoke, “sorry, it was just that I’d liked your singing recently; I also shouldn’t have spied on you either. Please understand that I’m not your enemy in any shape or form whatsoever: I’m Skystar and I’ve arrived from Hippogriffia on vacation; I’m on a camping trip not too far away from here. Who might you be and what are you doing here by yourself…?”
“I’m Bramble, Prince of Thicket…” the copper deer introduced himself after watching the titular traveler emerge from the shrubbery which had served as a hideyhole for the latter recently, “I’m taking a break from my hobbies by swimming alone here…”
“I see… do they know that you’re here alone, your highness…?” the creme hippogriff asked while gently removing the leaves from the cyan mane.
He’d shook his head, answering freely, “not at all: I was actually going to be gone for at least throughout lunchtime; besides, I was getting at little hot under the collar lately…”
“To tell you the truth, I didn’t show up to the Woods alone: I have an escort at the campgrounds outside it and his name is Skyranger; he’s from Hippogriffia too…” the singular traveler had snickered sheepishly, struggling to stare at Bramble whom remained still in the clear water, “we’ve came to Equestria to see the surface world again…”
“What is this ‘surface world’ you’re speaking of… and what do you mean by again…?” the copper deer inquired softly at Skystar’s words.
Even though that sweating had ceased slowly, the creme hippogriff took the time to wipe away the lingering beads therein before quickly elaborating, “sorry, I went a little ahead of myself with where I’d came from: Hippogriffia was actually my homeland as well as that of my fellow beings since over a millennium when our ancestors settled. It was built upon Mount Aris, a dormant volcano, with a bunch of islands next to it where we’d thrived as a community: the seaside beaches had been named after one of their compounds because of its past tectonic activities prior to settling down; of course, that doesn’t mean we still don’t feel any shaking now and then but enough about it. Either way, I believe that’s what had made our ancestral homeland so unique: the scenery, the community, the freedom, the ingenuity, the will to survive and thrive in a place once barren and formed from rocks and water themselves; still, we’d never considered ourselves lonely, if at all. Being a hippogriff means being able to see the world above and beneath the sea level at any given time: on the positive side, there’s being able to see what’s beyond the horizon and the life that’s blooming around us; the negative is not getting to see everything at once one day at a time. Eventually, I’d wished for something different to happen so I wouldn’t feel trapped between the sea and the sky eventually, but not because of such things in general; instead, it was because I was a princess, the queen’s daughter with a strong obligation to not disgrace the Crown and Country where I’d been born under in any shape or form whatsoever, so to speak of. Nevertheless, it’d have seemed the call to adventure had been answered the day new friends had arrived right to my secret hideout: a party of Equestrians escaping from the Storm King’s onslaught to find my kind in the hopes of rescuing their rulers and subjects; in all fairness, it’d seemed like something we were quick in relating to since it’d happened to us too, but earlier.”
“Really?!” he’d choked out at once, irises shrunken by the words which had escaped from her mouth, “I didn’t know about that; please continue: I need to learn about the details regarding it…”
“You’ll get them soon enough: it’s just that even though we weren’t his first targets, the fact he’d attempted to destroy our own homeland, the place we’d been able to build ourselves up for over a millennium, disheartened me; my mother, Queen Novo had decided to evacuate us entirely…” Skystar said to Bramble almost rather instantaneously.
The copper deer’s eyes returned to a stable shape prior to replying to the creme hippogriff gently, “if that was the case, where did you usually go to evacuate, Skystar…?”
“Usually by another beachside town a half–hour away from the cliffs looking over Mount Aris and the rocks between them both…” she’d answered to him, looking up at the sky above themselves only briefly in melancholic cerebration before returning back, “it was only for emergencies such as volcano, earthquake, and tsunami drills, essential stuff here and there. Mom feared something much worse would follow considering the severity thereof so she’d decided to transform us into all into seaponies, each with the innate attribute to thrive undersea; it was because of our magic artifact, Pearl of Transformation we were able to escape his wrath years ago but it’d seemed he’d been able the figured out what had happened sooner or later. Ironically, the Storm King had been able to send out spies whom those Equestrians reminded me of before that fateful day came and they’d been known by only two names: Cherry Pie, a unicorn mare with a broken horn; and Mort, a hedgehog whom had seemed to be her only friend in the world. At first, they’d seemed like fine friends, despite their differences, the same way I was friends with two commoners, Haven Bay and Salina Blue: I’d hoped to joined their circle eventually but it seems what had taken place with them and my mom had proved us all wrong; they’d been a fight over our Pearl and our kind were caught up in fighting them and some Storm Guards too. It’d seemed that their plan was concocted by the likes of the very same entity whom had sent the two over to our kingdom; in any case, even though we were able to fight them off, mother had feared they’d return with a bigger and stronger army so she’d made a tough decision: all of Hippogriffia had to leave for the seas and the treasure they were after would help us acclimate. While that our subjects weren’t cowardly in the very least, we understood that it was a matter of time until they tried again until they succeed and with his ruthlessness, our survival was needed; in an instant, we’d became like all the other creatures in the sea and began to adapt with them like our ancestors had before since our founding. Years had passed since that fateful attack and though we were safe, many of us knew it’d be a long time until we’d resurfaced literally: I, for one, had yearned for nothing more than to see Mount Aris again and the rest of the world too during that time; between the failed invasion and that day months ago, it’d seemed that dream would remain buried in our unconscious forever. Of course, it’d come to our attention that fate would choose to smile on us when seven refugees from Equestria would find me: Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, and even Spike; they were all the heroes of their own homeland whom had been recently attacked by the very same monster whom had came for our precious Pearl years ago. Mother didn’t the like fact that I’d brought in outsiders wanting to use it since she was reminded of that failed invasion years ago: in actuality, she was more than willing to shelter them from the very same Storm King so long as they didn’t go causing us trouble; although I had no business whatsoever in speaking about it openly as I’d been, I’d still believed they’d deserve to have a go. Ironically, the party one of Twilight’s friends threw would’ve at least done more of a good job in changing my own mother’s mind; what we weren’t prepared for, however, was how far she was willing to go in getting what she’d believed to have wanted all along: even though this wouldn’t be the last time we’d see them again, our first time would send a very stern reminder of before.”
“Interesting, you know your first encounter with those ponies sounded awfully familiar to the ones whom had first came to Thicket about a year ago…” Bramble had commented on Skystar’s elaboration.
The creme hippogriff’s eyes widened up this time after hearing the copper deer’s statement before responding amicably, “really, you’ve seen them before…? Oh, my goodness, I’m so jealous: I didn’t know you were the first being to see the ponies before me; please, tell me more…!”
“Alright then, I will…” he’d replied instantaneously, slowly taking in a deep breath once more afore her at once so to speak of, “as I had just said seconds ago, it’d all started around last year; before Twilight and her friends had came here, our home was in peril, much like yours: it’d been threatened by a construction crew nearby which had been spread from a city called Las Pegasus. A minotaur by the name of Well–To–Do was looking forward to building an amusement park where my kind had been born and raised for many generations; our leader and my father, King Aspen, tried to stop him from letting it get out of control peacefully yet had been turned away, much like many whom had came to intervene on our behalf. They’d came over to try and change their crew manager’s mind, only to end up undergoing a similar outcome as our ruler; this made my dad indignant, causing him to expand the forest and replace all the trees that were being destroyed in the process: apparently, that had meant having to expand the sphere of influence beyond our dwindling home at the expense of the other ponies. Even though I’d understood what we’d needed and wanted, I was also empathetic to the others, including Twilight and her friends: they’d tried their hardest in stopping the construction at our home’s expense peacefully and even they weren’t that successful either; the fact they were all willing to care our plight made me realize I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing, prince or not. Before they were all to be sent home the next morning, I’d decided to sneak out and find a way to save our home late that night: the only thing I’d discovered was the smoothies Well–To–Do were going to sell actually made the plants grow instantaneously; of course, he, too, discovered my presence and held me hostage until the sun rose again, taking me to my father with a plan. Using me as a bargaining tool, Aspen gave up his freedom in exchange for my safety and return, something that dastard hoped for: with Twilight’s friends by my side, I’d ran back to home to inform Blackthorn of what happened to us since the very night before; as soon as he’d heard the whole story, his fury was clear enough to be seen by the blind and distant based on his gestures. With their help, we’d gathered an army of forest creatures to aid us in rescuing him and stopping the construction once and for all: remembering what knowledge I’d learned the night before we’d directed them to attack the barrels instead of the crew only; as a result, we were able to get the forestry back almost instantaneously, restoring the balance which had been upended earlier. Although relations between Thicket and the rest of Equestria were restored on that day, I still couldn’t help myself but feel guilty: while I’d wanted nothing more than to cease the hostilities between our home and the other ponies, my capture had haunted me; the fact that my own father was willing to take my place even when they’d forced a signature from me did no favors at all. For what it was worth, there was no telling what could’ve happened had things went differently than what we’d both achieved; whether it’d have ended with more destruction or not, I couldn’t resist thinking about one of the worst case scenario imaginable: the worst part about it is the fact I’d not be able to see myself as some innocent bystander but a target of revulsion on both sides.”
“I see what you mean by that: you blame yourself for your father’s response to the destruction besieging the home because it was done by those who’d thought the Crown would allow it; even your attempt to save both races ended up getting subverted by that minotaur and his friends…” Skystar talked to Bramble as a tear formed in her eye.
The copper deer reluctantly followed suit, despite struggling to maintain composure as he’d replied to the creme hippogriff, “though we live in peaceful times, I’ve fully understood how precariously it is: even as a prince, I’m still doubtful as to what good I could do for my community should my time come; I may as well consider my capture a failure of my own…”
“But you’re not a failure… you’re a prince and a hero…” she’d interjected, breaking his train of thought away completely as he’d noticed her edging forward to the waters, “you’d cared so much about your kind as well as the ponies whom came to help you all, you were more than willing to risk your life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness to save both communities from destruction. As far as I see, we’re nevertheless no different from each other, despite our overall appearances and environments therein – you, a deer from Whitetail; me, a hippogriff of Seaquestria: we’re both of royal blood and with it, comes responsibilities to not only look after our subjects but also to care for our visitors and the homes we share with them too. Twilight and her friends coming over to our homes helped bring out the best in us and the worlds we’d came from and resided in; whether it’s saving the forest from a destructive construction crew or an entire world from a despot, their presence the same: they’d made us realize that there are those who can see the bigger picture and do the best for all lifeforms in the world at large. In the grand scheme of things, seems we creatures are more capable of seeing the bigger picture when the time comes and goes; it was something that my parents had taught me when I was just a mere youngling living on the surface world within the palace: every fiber of its being is more than capable of bringing to attention whichever details can be found within them, great or small. At the very least, we’d come to appreciate nature’s wonders even long before our evacuation and exploration deep in Seaquestria: the mysteries and miracles of life were becoming well–known only to us, no different than what had been found on land and sky; perhaps, this is how they were able to find our home the day theirs was taken over by the likes of the very same Storm King. The fact that we’re both here together in Whitetail Woods is hardly even a coincidence of its own now I’m thinking about it: when I’d first arrived here today, Bramble, I’d only desired nothing more than a view of what it is and was, brimming with life; the fact I was able to see you within your natural habitat did everything to remind me how deeply integrated our homes are. Equestria, Hippogriffia, Seaquestria, and even Thicket are more than just homes anyone can find whichever bears a nomenclature; it’s an accumulation of various puzzle pieces making up the whole wide world at large with so many discoveries to see and hear: you and I meeting each other now in such a location is a part of them because we’re sharing that particular moment.”
“Yeah, I see what you mean; it’s just like what my mother had said before they’d first arrived: ‘the forest home is for every being because it can provide life to all of them and we have a responsibility to maintain the balance’…” Bramble had said to Skystar, a wave of comfort slowly returning to him as she’d edged closer on.
The creme hippogriff stop at the outer reaches of the solid earth underneath her hooves and asked the copper deer, “in that case, mind if I join in…?”
“There’s plenty of space in the water though I’m–––” he’d attempted to give her an answer, only to watch awestruck at the quickness she’d shown in reaching for the hems of the orange dress; of course, his gaze were quickly averted by him alone, turning away from her sudden uncovering, “are you done…?”
“What do you think…?” Skystar giggled positively.
It wasn’t long until Bramble found the strength to reopen his eyes to find how much the creme hippogriff was exposed at once; although she wasn’t in the altogether, her alternate attire alone had showed him how different they were to each other instantly: of larger seashells found below their owner’s chest, two covered buoyant bosoms and another on the waist, both held by strings.
Although captivated by her decision to have her supple form and density now out in the open, the copper deer was hesitant as his muzzle became bright red like the bloodstream within circulating throughout his heart, slowly commenting on her dishabille state, “this is your attire: I was expecting more fabric; do you always wear them…?”
“Only since we’d moved to Seaquestria years ago but you’d have already known about it by now…” Skystar snickered softly so to speak of, sensually stepping into the small stream subsequentially as she swam slowly, “I’ve become so accustomed to the water, they might as well be fitting undergarments for the likes of me, especially in case I like to go swimming…”
Among the conjoined hydrogen and oxygen, the creme hippogriff wasted no time whatsoever in joining him into the lake, her body currently shivering about from the rather faint cold as they’d both became supersaturated by the abundant frigidity and moisture already overwhelming their collective atmosphere as the achromatic liquid cleansed and cloaked about from the waist down. Both of its occupants had taken the precious moments to wrap each other around in a loving embrace once more, this time with feeling as they became soft and wet from the lukewarm fluid they were currently taking refuge inside, unbound from soft fabrics like and unlike her dress or the apprehension previously dominating Bramble’s mind as it’d already done in the past recently. Carefully at ease with their collective state of being, the two tongues had danced around against each other as they were both vying for dominance as their owners’ faces were burning brightly both internally and otherwise from the very passionate ordeal, amplified by the hot temperatures of water around their waistlines and its vapors wafting up to the lonely inhabitants’ eye levels. Despite their mismatched muzzles, both lifeforms were quick to surrender themselves to each other’s amorous desires, gently wrapping their arms around the targets’ backs as they’d taken note of their physiological differences with every stroke of narrow extremities from their upper limbs, textures and densities having left the observant pair wary of their actions nevertheless. Even though the light and air became heavy and dense with every breath they’d taken, neither of them had dared to relent as the twosome were firmly resolute in their conjoined passions now already flourishing, apathetic to whichever wayward watcher willing to double take at the sight of it all though at the same time thankful enough to embrace the loneliness as well as themselves.
“Sky…” the copper deer struggled to say the aforementioned traveler’s name after breaking away, yet couldn’t finish no less.
The creme hippogriff sniggered as she’d quickly backed away at once, “so, do you wanna do it, Bra…?”
“Umm…” he sputtered before spitting out in her direction, “yes…”
Bramble remained still even as Skystar bent her knees, glancing at water covering his waistline with only a profligate grin while quietly giggling about. Using a talon, the creme hippogriff started reaching towards the copper deer in a diagonal path, swishing it around the liquid until she’d felt something. Sure enough, she’d was quick to pick up a piece of his tumescence out of the achromatic fluid before finally finding itself firmly into her delicate grip. In an instant, Skystar started kneading Bramble’s long prepuce around playfully like a joystick, her own beak decimeters away as she'd smiled greatly. Now that the copper deer embraced the creme hippogriff’s dexterity, he’d refrained from losing his static composure as she’d gripped the shaft tenderly. Even so, all that changed when she’d lowered herself downward, sticking her tongue out from there to encase the surface area of his yard with saliva. Simply put, Skystar took in all the time and space in occupying Bramble’s prepuce, lacquering his protuberant flesh with her hot beak and respirations. Soon, the copper deer’s stance had begun to falter a bit as the creme hippogriff remained at his mercy, even as she was free to do as pleased contently.
“You know, for such a deer, I was hoping for something more bolder, more confident; perhaps, I should speed it up a bit and I think I know how…” she’d guffawed plainly, now watching him blush about after forwarding her very mouth in around his shaft for a while; at this point, he was already made clear of the yearning results needed, despite such patience holding firmly about.
After breaking away from Bramble’s yard, Skystar took her time to slide it in between her bust at once, its point currently underneath the target’s chin straightaway. The copper deer barely helped himself but drool and blush now that burning beak gone around his prepuce again, nestled within the creme hippogriff’s cleavage. Now with his shaft sliding up and down against her very chest, she’d now started squeezing both of her bosoms mutually on each side of it all with such gentleness. Skystar started swaying her bust concomitantly while her tongue began to slip through and out below the beak before reaching the peak of Bramble’s yard again. Bringing up more salivation, the copper deer had become aroused at what the creme hippogriff was trying to do, his soft moans far too quiet to be heard anyway.
It wasn’t long until her sandwiching and tongue tickling around his elongated prepuce had caused it to splatter an opaque compound across her very neckline before dripping downward between the cleavage; this had prompted a look of shock to escape from him as he’d exclaimed, “princess, I’m deeply sorry; are you okay…?”
“Of course, I’m alright; that was exactly what I was hoping for, Bra: I’d wanted to make you come, silly…” Skystar laughed warmly even after she’d just been caked in Bramble’s extracts; this had served as an impetus for her to discard the seashell brassiere without so much as a care in the whole wide world whatsoever.
Instantaneously, the copper deer was currently captivated by the creme hippogriff’s growing dishabille as the nubbins were shown off, bearing a ticked pink shading with a diameter rivaling the likes of the very material in question which had hidden them away; needless to say, he was at a loss for words, “oh, my…!”
“So what do you think of my assets now they’re out and about…?” she’d asked him almost immediately, twiddling with her tacky bosoms in a frolicsome manner in his line of eyesight, “pretty sweet that I’m topless now; I don’t find the normal fabrics other make very tantalizing to wear…”
“You don’t, not even cotton…?” Bramble asked Skystar, still standing up straight to maintain his composure despite watching her bouncing around.
The creme hippogriff sank back down into the water again, this time dipping about until her head was above the surface before reemerging with a splash at once onto the copper deer, “too hot for me anyway and for what I’d like for you to do next…”
“Like what…?” he’d said before finding his face almost sandwiched within her bared and pointy cleavage with little warning whatsoever; though caught off–guard, she left him at ease with the integuments directly at each side of the cheekbone: the solidus state of the address made clear now both beings were still in close range, the former’s antlers away from the latter, “Skystar…?”
“Yes, Bra…?” the eponymous natator had cooed.
Aroused at the active target, Bramble felt his nose leaking about with a warm fluid as he’d sniffled, “you feel so warm for a hippogriff…”
“I know, right; it’s so wonderful, isn’t it: being smothered by the breasts of a mountainous island princess…?” the creme hippogriff had said to the copper deer whom was nestled deeply within her bouncy bosoms, “I’ve been able to have some fun with the others: Haven, Salina, and even Pinkie; but you may as well be the first to take me for a ride…”
“What do you mean by that…?” he’d asked her.
Skystar wasted no time giggling about after watching Bramble burn brightly, “let’s be a little more confident with how we feel about each other: I’ve been feeling so lonely since the day we’d moved to Seaquestria, but you already remember the story far too quickly; did you ever wonder what kind of life would be like beyond the comforts of your hometown before then…?”
“I… I…” the copper deer stuttered about, a trail of scarlet now slowly escaping from his nostrils for the creme hippogriff to feel, “I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay, I’m just glad to meet you for the first time in my life; of course, even I know it’d have been nicer had we met with both our clothes on yet life goes on: speaking of which, how about you go and drink some milk to keep on going, help you finish what we’ve both started…?” she’d spoken to him comfortingly, wrapping her very arms around the back of his head gently.
Bramble felt his mind and body pulling itself apart despite being firmly held in place, thanks to Skystar herself alone so to speak: although that he’d been instantaneously perturbed from her initial intrusion, such company had been enjoyed nevertheless so far; still, the palpitations in him refused to yield due to the close contact made by her, especially considering the latter’s attire.
It wasn’t long until the copper deer had made his decision: he’d starting to fondle the creme hippogriff’s bust slowly with his fingertips, making her moan from his first contact. Soon, she’d felt herself hardening as he’d begun latching onto one of the ords with his tongue, suckling onto her figure whilst leaving behind ribbons of saliva upon the cleavage. Skystar’s mewing then intensified when Bramble’s teeth had started chewing over her endings, causing both eyes to widen at bit and some dentition to flash across her own beak. In spite of the suddenly sharp and stinging spasms, the creme hippogriff held on firmly while the copper deer had remained attached onto her bosoms’ nubbins, savoring it all gently. As a result of him embracing to make such efforts, the oxygenated air had traveled in and out of her nostrils at various speeds and concentrations responsive to his very explorations. While accompanied by the lone legatos of Skystar’s emissions, Bramble had gotten a taste of its contents, the latter smiling about as the former soon drank away the fluids therein.
After lapping up the last of the creme hippogriff’s similar compound, the copper deer swallowed it completely before breaking away at once, now overwhelmed by a wave of concupiscence thanks to her and the fullest form possessed in such a lively display; needless to say, he’d gulped, “mm…”
“I take that you’d liked my milk, Bra: it must have been really sweet to taste it all; speaking of which, how would like to taste something else as well…?” she’d cooed while reaching down to the thin straps of her remaining clothes shielding its owner’s waistline from the elements; while this was happening, he’d gotten more rigid, “well, in any case, here it is…!”
“Oh…!” Bramble exclaimed briefly as Skystar was currently in the altogether, wearing nothing more than the necklace of seashells whereas the lone garment she’d been stripping off now joined the discarded pile composed of the fitting brassiere and the more conservative orange dress from earlier ago by the lakeside.
Speaking of which, the creme hippogriff took her sweet time to swim right back over there mere inches away from her own clothes, sitting down to spread her legs for the copper deer to see clearly the flowerbed of feathers and flesh flittering freely about as she’d sighed sensuously, “please, go to town on me, fair prince…”
After quickly regaining resolve, his knees had sank further into the lake, following after her with the muzzle now into the sheath, the same tongue had slipped into a much newer environment. Almost immediately, Bramble slowly slid it into Skystar’s velvet underground, earning a giggle from the latter as the former had started licking the contents away without any kind of resistance. A few seconds later, the copper deer soon felt a claw resting on his sharp antler after directing his tongue inwardly, no doubt a spontaneous response from the creme hippogriff directly nearby. All other options left for her was to moan slowly yet loudly for her whispering eye was so tight; even so, he’d soon ran his tongue around her gaskins as they were being spread further apart. Apparently, Bramble could barely help himself but drooled every time his pink tongue went sliding in and out of Skystar’s feathery flowerbed repetitively, his hands held onto her abdomen. At long last did the creme hippogriff gave out more small moans which then soon transformed into loud yelps of happiness the moment the copper deer had licked further deeper within herself. A sheer cold from his icy tongue had caused a clear fluid from herself to squirt onto his taste buds warmly in return, sparking recent memories of the milk which had originated from her bust.
“Skystar… can you please turn around…?” Bramble asked the titular tenant tenderly, prompting her to lay flat on her stomach and display her wet flanks for him to see clearly at close range, “thank you…”
Gladly with the same tongue like so, the copper deer had jutted into the creme hippogriff once more, sending tingles throughout her body as she’d shut both of her own eyes tightly and suppressed quiet moans. She’d reopened them both to look back quickly, watching in contentment now that he’d held onto her feathery fundament firmly his grasp with his muzzle buried in at once running around and within thoroughly. Bramble had still latched onto Skystar despite stopping to lap at the adjacent sheath still directly underneath her bared breech, bringing out more pleasure each time his tongue switched back and vice versa repetitively. Soon, the creme hippogriff felt her salivation curling down from the corner of her lips with the mere sensation of the copper deer’s exploration giving way to hunger and thirst, a deep desire to return to his wares. In the meantime, he’d stretched her flanks wider prior to forwarding his very tongue back inside them, causing her to give out another loud moan as she’d begun to claw at the grass and topsoil underneath them both. Skystar started gurgling about at the thought of wanting to taste Bramble’s essence again, the dribble from his very tongue surpassing the point of wishing she would’ve taken what had been delivered into her beak. The creme hippogriff soon attempted to reach down to her velvet underground and had started to furbish it rhythmically as the copper deer began permeating through her in an illustrious manner, slurping and licking on.
“Hah, it’s so hot and horny; how about we go sixty–nine, Bra: this time, you lay on your back and I get to call the shots up top…?” she’d moaned before finally climbing out of the water with a smile on her face for him to take note of straightaway.
Grinning back at Skystar, Bramble said, “okay…”
The copper deer followed after the creme hippogriff, his entire body from antlers to hooves in full display as he’d rested supine over the very ground; meanwhile, she wasted no time planting her flowerbed back onto him again, both parties currently mutually inverted towards each other. After her talons made contact with his kneecaps, their owners’ mouths now aligned with their waistlines at long last; soon, she’d started to mollycoddle his shaft playfully, using a few of her own claws to tickle its moist tip gently, still firmly aware of its delicate surface area nonetheless. In response, Bramble got aroused and stuck out his tongue up at Skystar’s sheath once more in turn as she’d swayed her waist reactively, bouncing around lightly for at least several times and mewing quietly in delight while caressing her cleavage, mindful of his very antlers directly abaft. It wasn’t long before the creme hippogriff had decided to do the same to the copper deer’s yard, her burning and bulging beak stimulating, pumping, and licking its unyielding form as it’d hardened, causing its owner to start moving more sharply inside her moisten velvet underground. Quickly, it got so hard his hands now grasped onto her rippling thighs and started to rub up and down her firmly but soothingly, bringing even more arousal as she’d suddenly grabbed him at the spherical baseline so literally, he’d jolted from the piercing yet harmless vicegrip thereof. Because Bramble’s tongue was already intertwined with Skystar’s flowerbed and vice versa with his prepuce, their instantaneous aria of libidinousness were being stifled by their lips and tongues bringing utter pleasure to one another already as they were determined to hold onto themselves. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time until the fruits of their labors came to fruition, a fact that they were well aware of; soon, their tongues and mouths started transferring so much of their stimulating pleasure, it would’ve seemed they’d been able to get their wishes already right away.
“Mmm…!” the creme hippogriff moaned after swallowing another round of the copper deer’s solution, this time with greater willingness than earlier before rising up to sit her fundament directly around his shaft to feel its girth, “please, rut this slutty so–called seapony in the butt, Bra–Bra; I’ve been a dirty little princess…!”
“Ahn~!” he’d cried out as his wet yard found its way into her breech this time, something that caught him off–guard as their burning eyes soon finally met each other again like before, albeit as an intangible hypotenuse.
Nevertheless, Bramble heaved as he’d slowly stretched Skystar’s flanks wide once more with feeling, his shaft still directly inside of it thoroughly; this made as her blushing grin grew more. Needless to say, the creme hippogriff was currently feeling more inclination each time he’d slowly rubbed throughout her fundament with his yard in and out gently, wavering on and off. Some vastly small high–pitched moans had escaped from her supersaturated beak yet again along with the added panting, turning into intensely thunderous yelps of happiness once more. Even he could barely help himself but grunted, panted, and moaned as well every time that his own thrusting prepuce was shuffling into the breech all throughout forward and back repetitively. Sure enough, they’d started to gain some momentum, loving every second of such togetherness with but a little more tenderness as they both were moving around and about in synchronicity. Because of the hot and heavy atmosphere gaining ground, such perspiration already poured throughout one another and salivation slowly escaping from their mouths with loud moanings. With their continuous efforts now getting to a highpoint again closely since such excitement was just around the corner, the two lifeforms were already comfortably numbed to their young lusts.
It wasn’t long until Skystar mewed again, sensing Bramble’s extract emptying themselves into her flanks as he’d panted and sighed with overwhelming exhaustion before sliding out with a wet pop, “woo, what a great performance: you know, for such a reclusive deer, you didn’t do too bad at all yourself…”
“You’re no awful surprise either, Skystar: I’d never expected some creature to have such an adventurous side, let alone a seafaring hippogriff…” the copper deer wheezed before the creme hippogriff collapsed onto the ground, stroking his abdomen delicately as they were currently face–to–face with one another, “we should clean ourselves up…”
“Way ahead of you…!” she’d chirped with a laugh before suddenly diving back into the lake for him to bear witness and be drenched with the water instantaneously splashed onto by the likes of her alone; afterwards, he was soon given a front row seating to a surprising sight shown to only himself straightaway.
Skystar resurfaced from the watery deep a different being than the feathery form she’d possessed earlier; although she was the same individual, things had changed greatly. Though the cyan tresses and eyes remained, a small fraction of the mane congealed together to make a small light at the very tip, a shine thinner than the sun above them. Additionally, the ruby red nosegay still resting on the host’s left transformed alongside, gaining a more bulbous and fluid volume as it’d matched the rear flippers and neck. In place of the a faintly gilded beak, talons, and fetlocks attached to her new body, a pair of the webbed hands were accented by the very same cyan coloring several fins. Nevertheless, Skystar was still bared to Bramble anyways, bearing the same supple and narrow form below the neck from before, except a scaly tail took her legs’ place.
Just when it’d seemed like the slack–jawed copper deer was at a loss for words, he’d struggled to speak to the newly fishtailed equine, “Sky…?”
“So what do you think of me now: pleased to find the discovery resolved…?” she squeaked out in a salacious tone, swimming towards him despite having yet to regain the stability to respond in kind, “don’t act so surprised I’ve transformed in front of you, Bra–Bra; I did tell you I was a seapony earlier after all.”
“I’m not… just relieved: forgive me for saying this, but I’d thought for a second you’d turned into a carnivorous predator…” Bramble finally answered to Skystar, shocked and awed but not outraged or scared whatsoever; this did little to damage her smile anyway she still stayed in the achromatic fluid no less.
Although seemingly hurt, the gilded seapony soldiered on and sputtered, “lucky for you, the only craving I have on the menu today is your cock; come here, you…!”
“Ngh…!” the copper deer hissed as she’d locked on back to his shaft, latching on to lapped away what remaining residue refused to be removed with a happy hunger; relieved to find her grin had prevailed prior, he, too, had smiled as she’d went back to the waistline with reckless abandon thanks to her liberated muzzle, “oh, Skystar… you’re so right: you can be so full of surprises…”
Nevertheless, Skystar persisted, taking advantage of her new form to indulge in the same old passions from before as she’d licked away his yard without so much a care in the whole wide world whatsoever for their collective lack of attire or the restraint thereof which bounded them in place, much like the hypothetical rest of whichever audience present yet unaccounted for.