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I remember seeing them perform this live on my campus.. My jaw dropped within 10 seconds.
holy shit
//whether they have met or not makes no difference at all. go nuts
What hoard would you have?
If there’s a dragon with a kitty hoard or a donut hoard, then yeah, those are me.
video game hoard
themonocerus asked:
i-darkstar-x answered:
Abfall glanced at the door, curious. He sighed and shrugged, walking over to the front door, and opening it. “Yes?” He asked.
There is a light blue stallion at the door. He has bright yellow eyes, a faded-purple mane, and a slightly lighter-blue muzzle. He looks a slightly nervous, but there also seems to be something… odd about him.
“Hello.. I- I’m conducting a survey and I would like to know: What is your opinion on changelings?” he asks, looking at you with a small smile.
Abfall had crystal blue slit-pupil eyes, and a warm raspberry red colored coat. His mane was clean-cut at shoulder-length, and dual-colored a cloud white and royal blue. He had three horns coming off the top of his head, swept back and segmented. The middle was shorter and rounder than the other two, which curved downwards near the tips. He also appeared to have patches of scales around his neck, his wings and the joints where his legs connected to his body. His tail appeared to be a dragon tail, flexible and scaly, and a little longer than the rest of his body. Finally, he had a pair of slightly larger than proportionate dragon wings on his back, the membrane cloud white.
-
“Changelings?” Abfall asked, then shrugged. “I’m not sure, I’ve never been to any of their Reserves. I know they are amorivores though.” He said, tapping his chin. “They had a dark past, yes, but now that we’ve learned to coexist, I would say they’re citizens of Equestia just like you or I.”
The pony is silent for a moment as he takes in your peculiar body. He then blinks a bit before responding.
“Oh, o- okay.. so would you ever help a changeling survive?”
“Amorivores, from what I’ve read, are easily fed. So yes, of course.” Abfall said, nodding. “Is that everything, Mister…?” He said, asking his name.
“Ceive, sir..” he says, stating his last name. “I- I have one more question..”
The stallion looks around before getting a bit closer.
“C- Can you please help me survive..” he asks softly.
Abfall looked confused. “What?” He asked, tilting his head.
The stallion sighs and looks around again before looking back at you. Suddenly, there’s a bright flash of green light.
In the stallion’s place stands a changeling. He has the same bright yellow eyes, and his muzzle is a lighter grey than the rest of his body.
Abfall’s eyes widened. “O-Oh my…” He stammered. He held the door open for him, gesturing for him to enter. “In! In! Before someone sees you.”
He got inside quickly, not looking around yet, but glancing back at you.
“Th- Thanks..”
Adfall nodded. “Don’t mention it.” He said, then closed the door. His house was pretty high-end, it seemed. “About your… Issue…” He said, turning to him.
“R- Right… Well, long story short: I- I’m really close to starving to death and I’ll do a-anything you need me to do for love..” he explains, looking at you.
Abfall nodded, and said, still blushing. “Then if you could get on your knees… I may be able to help.”
Sitting on his knees wasn’t comfortable for him, so he did the next best thing and sat down, a blush also appearing on his face; he thought he knew where this was going.
Abfall removed his clothes and turned around. Instead of a single horsecock, there were two cocks arranged vertically at his crotch. The top one was dragon in shape, a foot long (not counting the knot). The lower one was a horsecock, about three inches longer (again not counting the knot) than the dragon one, but not as thick, only five inches thick, while the dragon one was seven. Both had a sizeable knot at the bottom. The horsecock was a deep inky black, while the dragonhood was a fleshy pink.
The changeling blushed heavily, looking at your dual members. He thought he knew what you wanted, but he still waited for you to tell him what to do.
“I doubt you could fit them both without dislocating your jaw, so go ahead and start with one.” He said,
themonocerus asked:
i-darkstar-x answered:
Abfall glanced at the door, curious. He sighed and shrugged, walking over to the front door, and opening it. “Yes?” He asked.
There is a light blue stallion at the door. He has bright yellow eyes, a faded-purple mane, and a slightly lighter-blue muzzle. He looks a slightly nervous, but there also seems to be something… odd about him.
“Hello.. I- I’m conducting a survey and I would like to know: What is your opinion on changelings?” he asks, looking at you with a small smile.
Abfall had crystal blue slit-pupil eyes, and a warm raspberry red colored coat. His mane was clean-cut at shoulder-length, and dual-colored a cloud white and royal blue. He had three horns coming off the top of his head, swept back and segmented. The middle was shorter and rounder than the other two, which curved downwards near the tips. He also appeared to have patches of scales around his neck, his wings and the joints where his legs connected to his body. His tail appeared to be a dragon tail, flexible and scaly, and a little longer than the rest of his body. Finally, he had a pair of slightly larger than proportionate dragon wings on his back, the membrane cloud white.
-
“Changelings?” Abfall asked, then shrugged. “I’m not sure, I’ve never been to any of their Reserves. I know they are amorivores though.” He said, tapping his chin. “They had a dark past, yes, but now that we’ve learned to coexist, I would say they’re citizens of Equestia just like you or I.”
The pony is silent for a moment as he takes in your peculiar body. He then blinks a bit before responding.
“Oh, o- okay.. so would you ever help a changeling survive?”
“Amorivores, from what I’ve read, are easily fed. So yes, of course.” Abfall said, nodding. “Is that everything, Mister…?” He said, asking his name.
“Ceive, sir..” he says, stating his last name. “I- I have one more question..”
The stallion looks around before getting a bit closer.
“C- Can you please help me survive..” he asks softly.
Abfall looked confused. “What?” He asked, tilting his head.
The stallion sighs and looks around again before looking back at you. Suddenly, there’s a bright flash of green light.
In the stallion’s place stands a changeling. He has the same bright yellow eyes, and his muzzle is a lighter grey than the rest of his body.
Abfall’s eyes widened. “O-Oh my…” He stammered. He held the door open for him, gesturing for him to enter. “In! In! Before someone sees you.”
He got inside quickly, not looking around yet, but glancing back at you.
“Th- Thanks..”
Adfall nodded. “Don’t mention it.” He said, then closed the door. His house was pretty high-end, it seemed. “About your… Issue…” He said, turning to him.
“R- Right… Well, long story short: I- I’m really close to starving to death and I’ll do a-anything you need me to do for love..” he explains, looking at you.
Abfall nodded, and said, still blushing. “Then if you could get on your knees… I may be able to help.”
Sitting on his knees wasn’t comfortable for him, so he did the next best thing and sat down, a blush also appearing on his face; he thought he knew where this was going.
Abfall removed his clothes and turned around. Instead of a single horsecock, there were two cocks arranged vertically at his crotch. The top one was dragon in shape, a foot long (not counting the knot). The lower one was a horsecock, about three inches longer (again not counting the knot) than the dragon one, but not as thick, only five inches thick, while the dragon one was seven. Both had a sizeable knot at the bottom. The horsecock was a deep inky black, while the dragonhood was a fleshy pink.
Phisk began to nibble on her ear, one hoof playing with Mage’s breasts.
*mouwns a little hoping they wont hurt her*
Saetia but her clit securely, and pulled a little.
mmmm!!~~~~~ *wiggles and struggles*
Phisk grinned, nodding at Saetia. Saetia grinned back, and pulled harder.
mmm!!!~~~ *gets very wet but docent like it*
Saetia pulled a little more before letting go. “Tasty~~” she purred, slurping up her juices.
*pants happy she let go*
Saetia smelled inside her, and said. “Let’s see how stretchy you are~” she then pressed her hoof against Mage’s entrance.
mmmm~~~~ *mouwns as she slowly opens*
Saetia slid her hoof in up to her shoulder, rubbing the bulge with her other hoof.
Phisk began to nibble on her ear, one hoof playing with Mage’s breasts.
*mouwns a little hoping they wont hurt her*
Saetia but her clit securely, and pulled a little.
mmmm!!~~~~~ *wiggles and struggles*
Phisk grinned, nodding at Saetia. Saetia grinned back, and pulled harder.
mmm!!!~~~ *gets very wet but docent like it*
Saetia pulled a little more before letting go. “Tasty~~” she purred, slurping up her juices.
*pants happy she let go*
Saetia smelled inside her, and said. “Let’s see how stretchy you are~” she then pressed her hoof against Mage’s entrance.
Phisk began to nibble on her ear, one hoof playing with Mage’s breasts.
*mouwns a little hoping they wont hurt her*
Saetia but her clit securely, and pulled a little.
mmmm!!~~~~~ *wiggles and struggles*
Phisk grinned, nodding at Saetia. Saetia grinned back, and pulled harder.
mmm!!!~~~ *gets very wet but docent like it*
Saetia pulled a little more before letting go. “Tasty~~” she purred, slurping up her juices.
themonocerus asked:
i-darkstar-x answered:
Abfall glanced at the door, curious. He sighed and shrugged, walking over to the front door, and opening it. “Yes?” He asked.
There is a light blue stallion at the door. He has bright yellow eyes, a faded-purple mane, and a slightly lighter-blue muzzle. He looks a slightly nervous, but there also seems to be something… odd about him.
“Hello.. I- I’m conducting a survey and I would like to know: What is your opinion on changelings?” he asks, looking at you with a small smile.
Abfall had crystal blue slit-pupil eyes, and a warm raspberry red colored coat. His mane was clean-cut at shoulder-length, and dual-colored a cloud white and royal blue. He had three horns coming off the top of his head, swept back and segmented. The middle was shorter and rounder than the other two, which curved downwards near the tips. He also appeared to have patches of scales around his neck, his wings and the joints where his legs connected to his body. His tail appeared to be a dragon tail, flexible and scaly, and a little longer than the rest of his body. Finally, he had a pair of slightly larger than proportionate dragon wings on his back, the membrane cloud white.
-
“Changelings?” Abfall asked, then shrugged. “I’m not sure, I’ve never been to any of their Reserves. I know they are amorivores though.” He said, tapping his chin. “They had a dark past, yes, but now that we’ve learned to coexist, I would say they’re citizens of Equestia just like you or I.”
The pony is silent for a moment as he takes in your peculiar body. He then blinks a bit before responding.
“Oh, o- okay.. so would you ever help a changeling survive?”
“Amorivores, from what I’ve read, are easily fed. So yes, of course.” Abfall said, nodding. “Is that everything, Mister…?” He said, asking his name.
“Ceive, sir..” he says, stating his last name. “I- I have one more question..”
The stallion looks around before getting a bit closer.
“C- Can you please help me survive..” he asks softly.
Abfall looked confused. “What?” He asked, tilting his head.
The stallion sighs and looks around again before looking back at you. Suddenly, there’s a bright flash of green light.
In the stallion’s place stands a changeling. He has the same bright yellow eyes, and his muzzle is a lighter grey than the rest of his body.
Abfall’s eyes widened. “O-Oh my…” He stammered. He held the door open for him, gesturing for him to enter. “In! In! Before someone sees you.”
He got inside quickly, not looking around yet, but glancing back at you.
“Th- Thanks..”
Adfall nodded. “Don’t mention it.” He said, then closed the door. His house was pretty high-end, it seemed. “About your… Issue…” He said, turning to him.
“R- Right… Well, long story short: I- I’m really close to starving to death and I’ll do a-anything you need me to do for love..” he explains, looking at you.
Abfall nodded, and said, still blushing. “Then if you could get on your knees… I may be able to help.”
Phisk began to nibble on her ear, one hoof playing with Mage’s breasts.
*mouwns a little hoping they wont hurt her*
Saetia but her clit securely, and pulled a little.
mmmm!!~~~~~ *wiggles and struggles*
Phisk grinned, nodding at Saetia. Saetia grinned back, and pulled harder.
