[FLUTTERRAPE] The Shifting Sands of Ponyville p2

The story features clop. Hey, don't look at me. Blame someone else.
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>Day Night in Equestria
>Be Shifting Sands
>You're sat on the sofa next to Anon, reading.
>Glance over at him
>He catches your eye and smiles warmly
>Your heart rate increases, and you blush slightly
>Look back down at the book, the words no longer legible
>Lick your lips and nervously look around the room, trying to find words to say
A-anon-
>He stands up
>"Want something to eat?"
Oh... Yeah, sure. I would like to eat food now.
>He chuckles
>"Still need to work on that speech style, Sandy."
>You scowl and look down
>Stupid speaking
>He walks into the kitchen
>You hear him start to root through the fridge
>Go back to reading
>...
>These aren't even words
>You think
>Floobarada?
>Perfnickle?
>Council?
>While you scrunch up your face in a no doubt adorable manner, you realise that no noise is coming from the kitchen
>Strain your ears and listen closely
>Nothing
>Sit up on the sofa and look over the back of it, towards the kitchen
>Scream in terror
>Fluttershy is bashing Anon's decapitated head against the floor
>Various knifes and kitchen utensils are sticking out of his naked and ravaged corpse
>Fluttershy plants a kiss on the shocked looking head, giving it as much bloody tongue as possible, then moaning loudly
>"IS THIS YOUR FETISH ANON?"

1/?

>Wake up with a cry
>Pant heavily
>You're shaking
>Rain lashes against the windows
>It's pitch black outside
>You slowly look down at your trembling hooves
>Look around the room
>Shadows seem to grow and your eyes go to pinpricks
>You squeal and throw off your duvet covers
>Bolt out of your bedroom
>Run across the landing, the sound of distant thunder rumbling overhead
>Come to Anon's room
>Stop in front of it, staring
>Tenderly push a hoof against it
>It swings open
>Anon's sleeping form greets you
>His arm is dangling off the side of the bed, and his gently snoring face is drooling all over pillow in his slumber
>Trip over yourself running towards him
>Burrow under the covers and snuggle up against his chest, taking his arm and draping it over yourself
>You turn over and bury your face against him, the images of Fluttershy and Anon's bloodied body filling your mind
>You tremble again and whimper
Just a dream... Just a dream...
>You feel Anon's arm tighten around you
>"Just a dream."
>And once more, you feel safe.

2/?

>Day Day in Equestria
>Be Anon
>You wake up and find Sandy snoozing next to you
>Oh shit.
>Did you...?
>Look under the covers
>Pants on
>Smells normal
>All clear
>You slide out of bed, snapping your fingers twice as you do so
>The noise startles Sandy awake
>"What? Why? I did!"
>Smile and shake your head
>Walk into the bathroom
>Blankly stare at the mirror while you brush your teeth
>Sandy's face joins yours in the glass
>She reaches for a toothbrush, picking it up with her hoof
How are you doing that?
>She replies over a mouthful of white foam
>"By boab bow"
>God damn ponies
>Well, technically, she's a changeling.
>As you discovered last week
>It's now 7 days since that incident at work
>Rose gave you a raise in hopes that you would stay there and work for her
>Naturally, you accepted, in exchange for her installing locks on absolutely everything.
>You said that as a bit of a joke
>But nope.
>She actually put padlocks on the flowerpots. To stop people from breaking into them
>She's not the sharpest thorn in the bush.
>Sandy, though. Sandy just got more protective of you
>You're not allowed to go anywhere without her now
>Not that you mind. She's good company
>Though it's like she's trying to protect you from the outside world
>Adorable, but excessive
>But after last night, you're prepared to forgive her
>Poor thing was terrified. Though what of, you're not sure.

3/?

>You go to take off your pants to get in the shower
>Stop
>Turn around
>Sandy is rigidly staring at you, unmoving
Uhh. Sandy?
>A blush slowly appears on her face, but she doesn't move.
Sandy I need to wash.
>She still doesn't move
What, are you going to protect me from the shower now?
>Not moving
Oh for fucks sake.
>You reach into the cupboard under the sink
>Take out a can of bits
>Start shaking it
>The noise is horrible, even for you
>Wave it around in front of her face and rattle it even harder
GO ON! GET OUTTA HERE!
>She snaps to attention and lets loose what you can only describe as a throat-gargle type noise
>She runs into the door frame, shakes her head, then runs out the bathroom and downstairs
>As you put the can away and step under the shower, you hear her running into things downstairs
>Hear a familiar crack that echoes through the house
GOD DAMMIT, SANDY IF YOU'VE BROKEN THAT TABLE AGAIN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD
>Another throat-gargle answers you
>Sigh and shower in silence for the rest of the duration
>Dried off, dressed and clean, you head downstairs
>Sandy is frantically covering every square inch of the table in duct tape
>Try not to smile.
>Gotta stay stern
>Walk towards the front door
>Look back over your shoulder
>She hasn't noticed you yet, and is rocking back and forth under the duct tape table
>You can't help it sometimes
>She's just funny to watch

4/?

>Open the front door to get the paper
>Read the front page while you hear Sandy scream, followed by another loud smash
>Take no notice
>But something in the corner of your eye does
>Look at a nearby tree
>A pink mane is poking out from behind it
Fucking F-
>Pinkie Pie bounces out from behind it
>"Betcha didn't see this one coming, did you, Annie?"
Not only did I tell you never to call me that, but I totally saw it coming
>"No you didn't, Liar McLiarpants!"
>Fuck.
Right, so what do you want, Pinks?
>"Oh! Oh! Have 3 guesses!"
>Easy.
Party.
>"Nope!"
Huh... Picnic?
>"Nnnnope! One more guess, Anonnypoo!"
Don't call me that.
>"It's not that either!"
Wh-
>"IT'S A PARTY!"
>She opens her mouth as wide as she can and you watch a torrent of confetti form in her gullet and rush out into your face
>You stare slack jawed into the abyss
>And it stares back
>And also throws confetti at you
>You don't even care if some gets into your mouth
>You can see inside Pinkie Pie's body
>What has been seen must never be documented
>You turn around and walk back towards your door
>"Wait! Anon! Are you coming to the party?"
Hell no.
>Slam the front door

5/?

>You walk into the kitchen
>Sandy is stood next to a table made of duct tape
>Two fried eggs are just sitting there in the middle. Not even on plates.
>She puts on a fake grin
>"Mmmm! I sure do like a healthy breakfast of dead chicken baby!"
You could not have put me off my food any more than you just did.
>Her eyes narrow
>"You... Won't accept sustenance?"
>Oh shit
Oh shit
>"Oh nutrients"
>You turn and run for the front door
>Sandy flies after you and grapples your legs before you can make it, making you crash to the floor
>She pins you down, flips you over and sits on your chest, then begins cramming fried egg down your throat
>You manage to say something over the food in your mouth
GOD DAMMIT WHY?
>"YOU NEED TO BE STRONG FOR THE COMING EVENTS!"
>She finishes forcing the second egg down your throat
>She falls forwards, panting
>"Gotta... Keep you strong, Anon..."
>You don't pay attention to that
>You pay attention to the fact that when she fell forwards, your mouth ended up millimetres away from her marehood
>You daren't move, lest the gap bridging your lips and hers is removed
>Sandy sighs
>Her crotch moves down slightly
Sandy... Please move.
>She looks down and freezes
>She sees your face between her legs, and your eyes glued to what's about to touch your lips
>Her face burns red and she immediately takes flight
>However, she doesn't stop, and hits the ceiling
>Then falls back towards you
>You roll out of the way before she hits you
>She instead hits the floor
>Sigh
>You're too young to be putting up with this shit

6/?

>Pick up the dazed Changeling
>Carry her upstairs
>"Did I do good?"
You're a bit messed up, Sandy. Just stay in bed for a while, ok?
>"N-no. I must protect."
N-no. Must rest.
>She scowls at your poor imitation of her speech problems
>"That was mean, Anonymous."
>She fixes you with those large blue spheres and glares as hard as she can
>It only makes her look cuter. Like an angry looking kitten.
>You get to her room and lay her on the bed, stroking her maroon mane gently
Rest, Sandy. You took a nasty bump there.
>"I'm fine."
>You ignore her and walk out of the room, downstairs, and out the door to Ponyville. Leaving Sandy in the house.

>You are Sandy
>Lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, you think about what you've thought about for the last week
>Anon
>Anon Anon Anon
>You slowly say his name out loud, listening to how weird it sounds when you say it a lot
Aaaaaannnnnoooooon.
>You sigh and look around the room
>Your head really doesn't hurt that much
>Anon was just overreacting
>Jump off the bed
>Crumple to the floor when you can't find your sense of balance
>Huh. That's new
>You struggle to stand up, your vision distorting and going blurry every so often
>This is just weird.
>Your legs shake as you try to steady yourself
>After a while, when you're happy you won't fall over, you take a few steps
>All good. Concussion Shmonshmussion.
>You smile and trot downstairs
>Now to find Anon
>He'll be scared and confused if he's left alone
>Well, not really.
>He won't. But you will be.
>You take a deep breath and try the door
>Locked

7/?

>You stare at the door, willing it to open
>It doesn't.
>You begin to get nervous, the ticking of the wall clock putting you on edge
>You push and pull at the door as hard as you can
>Doesn't budge
>You run into the kitchen and try the backdoor
>Nope.
>You pace around, growing increasingly more anxious by the second
>And then it hits you
>You're a changeling.
>No walls can hold you
>You strain yourself as hard as you can, imagining your new body and focusing all your magic into creating it
>With a flash of green you transform
>Blink
>Inspect your hooves
>Yup, different colour.
>Run a hoof over your forehead
>A nice big horn sits there
>Lovely.
>You smile and walk back to the front door
>Screwing up your face and sticking your tongue out the corner of your mouth slightly, you manage to undo the lock with magic
>The door creaks open and sunlight pours in through the door
>You squeal in happiness
>But now is not the time for victory dances
>It is the time for Anon finding
>And with that, you run into Ponyville to find Anon

8/?

>You are Anon
Thanks, AJ.
>"Not a problem, Anon. You take care, ya hear?"
Will do!
>You place the apples in your backpack and set off deeper into Ponyville
>Pinkie ought to have something good going today
>Maybe you'll pick up something for Sandy as well
>Then again, she doesn't really need to eat. She can appreciate the taste, but it doesn't fill her the same way love does.
>Such a bizarre creature, that changeling.
>You stroll along, looking at the sky
>Because of that rather stupid idea, you trip over a pony
>You yelp and fall forwards
>When you look to see who you tripped over, you see that you are led on top of a very disgruntled looking Twilight Sparkle
Oh shit, sorry, Twi.
>She groans
>"No no... I was reading while I was walking. Kinda silly, really."
>She laughs it off
>"So can you get off me?"
Whoops.
>You hastily get off her and get to your feet, helping her up as well
>"I would stay and chat, but I gotta go. Celestia has told me some alarming news, and it supports Fluttershy's crazy ramblings about a giant insect monster that wears the skins of ponies!"
>Stare at her
>She continues, oblivious to your silence
>"Hah! I mean, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she had run into a Changeling!"
Oh... Yeah... W-what's a Changeling, again?
>Twilight seems shocked
>"You don't know what a Changeling is?"
No, I don't.

9/?

>Twilight beams
>Lecture inbound
>"Changelings are a magical race of insectoid creatures, capable of imitating those around them down to the smallest detail. The only difference is the mannerisms. Other than their alien personality, they are an exact replica of the original pony!"
Sounds... Scary.
>"Oh it is. Old books on Pony/Changeling relations have shown that they are capable of mass espionage, able to take the places of generals and other important ponies, then launching huge surprise attacks from behind enemy lines, breaking trusts and shattering morale"
>She shakes her head solemnly
>"They truly are a terrible race. Their only disadvantage is their diet. They don't eat or drink like ponies do. They need love to survive"
Love? You don't say...
>"Oh yes. Quite sad, really. The lengths they have to go to... A changeling away from the hive will have to feed on the love of couples around them, or take the place of a pony with a lover, so that it may feed off the love involuntarily given to it!"
And you think there might be one in Ponyville?
>"Well, it's hard to say. There haven't been many major disturbances lately. And nop0ny else has seen any black insects crawling around. So either Fluttershy was seeing things, or the changeling in question is truly-"
>She takes a deep breath and dramatically looks at you
>"A Mastermind of Espionage and Deception"

10/?

>You are Sandy
>You just tripped over a bin and scared the hell out of a cat
>The cat hisses and scampers off
>You stand up and look around
>You're down an alley
>No one has seen you yet.
>Especially not Anon
>You can see him, quite far away.
>He's talking to a unicorn. She seems familiar.
>That unicorn everyone always talks about
>From your hiding place, you watch as she rambles on and on to an increasingly distressed looking Anonymous
>Oh Anonymous...
>You shake your head and blush again
>The unicorn says her farewells and trots off, levitating several books with her
>You sure wish you were that good with magic
>Opening a lock was a nightmare enough
>Hehe. Night MARE
>Anon would appreciate that joke.
>Time to casually walk up to Anon and shock him with your sexy new unicorn look
>You take a step forward
>And trip over the bin again
>Anon seems to be coming over this way. You're not sure why
>What did you do wrong? Did you alert him?
>PANIC!
>HIDE!
>You cram your entire body inside the bin and turn it upside down, sitting under it and waiting
>You hear a tapping on the bin
>Flinch
>"Hello? Is there someone under here?"
>It's Anon.
>But wait! He won't recognise you!
>It's foalproof!
>You grin as Anon pulls the bin off you and stares down at you
>His curious look vanishes and is replaced with one of confusion
>"Twilight?"
>Oh bollocks. You knew you'd seen that unicorn before.

11/?

>You are Anon
>Twilight is now under a bin, despite having just walked the other way.
Twilight, I uhh. Don't understand, what are you doing?
>"I am doing nothing out of the ordinary at all, fellow Ponyviller!"
>Oh god
>OH GOD
>You look around frantically, to make sure no one else can see you both
>Drag her behind a dumpster
Sandy! What the fuck are you doing?!
>"Who is Sandy? I am not this Sandy po-"
>You slap her
Knock it off
>She whimpers and her lips tremble, tears forming in her eyes
Sandy. Listen to me.
>She sniffs and looks at you
>Those huge eyes once again seem to enrapture you
>You find it hard to find words or look away
>Blink a few times
Sandy. You're impersonating the Princess' personal student and the Element of Magic. You could not have picked a worse disguise. What were you thinking?! Do you WANT to be caught?
>"I-I just w-wanted to see you..."
>Oh.
>She buries her face in your chest
>You sigh and stroke her mane
>In a way, it's quite funny. Twilight wasn't lying. It's like the mare herself is here sobbing and making your shirt all soggy
>Only she's not

12/?

>You sit in silence and console Sandy
>Down a dirty alleyway
>Behind a dumpster
>This town really needs to take better care of itself. You were surprised areas like this were here
>Sandy sniffs one final time and looks up
>She smiles
>"B-but things are positive now that you're here."
>Smile back and stand up
Sandy, turn back into your normal state, please.
>A black insectoid takes Twilight's place
NO, JESUS NO, NOT IN PUBLIC!
>She looks confused
The OTHER normal form
>She stares at you
>Then goes "ooooh" before shifting back into the Tan mare you'd grown so fond of
>She giggles
>"So uhh. Should we get some food stuff to consume?"
No. I've already got some. We're going home right now and laying down transformation ground rules
>"Sounds like roommate fun!"
Yeah, sure. Fun.

13/?

>Back at the house, you place Sandy on the sofa
>She beams at you and you frown back
>Sit on your chair facing the sofa
Now. Sandy. First things first, never impersonate the elements of harmony. Ok?
>"Super!"
Did you understand what I just said?
>"Absolutely not!"
>Sigh
Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. You are not to impersonate any of... Sandy?
>Her face changed when you said 'Fluttershy'
Sandy are you-
>She rushes off the sofa and bear hugs you as hard as she can
>"No Fluttershy. None."
O...kay then. Are you alright?
>Sandy is trembling. A lot.
>Her eyes are looking from side to side, and when she looks at you, you see some kind of primal fear in them
Sandy... What's wrong?
>"I-I've been having night dreams."
Nightmares?
>She nods
What about?
>Sandy goes on to tell you about her dreams with Fluttershy in them. How she's scared to leave you again because of what Fluttershy would do to you
>You try to laugh it off
Woah, hey, that was a one-time thing! Sure, she nearly raped me, but you were there to help, weren't you?
>"But what if I'm not there the next time? What if she gets you and hurts you?"
She's not going to hurt me, Sandy. That's not her style. I think.
>Would Fluttershy actually hurt you?
>You think back to the time she tried to make you drink a sentient black blob
>Huh

14/?

>Sandy hiccups
>God that's cute
>You sit there, like you did in the alleyway before
>Just stroking Sandy's mane
>She's so warm
>Was she always so warm?
>She loves cold showers but she's so warm
>Were her eyes always so big?
>You realise that you've been looking into each other's eyes for a while
>Her eyes are literally like two giant blue spheres
>On par with Pinkie's for unnatural size and blueness
>Is blueness a word?
Eh, who cares.
>"Who cares about what?"
>Oh shit did you just say that out loud?
>Damn. You're dropping some serious pasta right now
>Stupid Sandy
>She's getting that smile again
>It makes you feel happy to see it
>Maybe it's because you like having her around. And you really do. She's like a little...
>Can you say Sister?
>She's not really a sister. More of a... Roommate.
>A nice roommate.
>She quirky.
>And funny to be around
>Sandy is now beaming at you, her face inches from yours
>She's cute as well.
>Why are you only just noticing this now? You've known her for 6 weeks.
>You blame hormones
>And Jahoofers Witnesses.
>Damn it's getting hot in here

15/?

>You stand up, placing Sandy on the floor
>She continues to smile up at you
>It's no longer a normal smile
>Not so much that cute smile she flashes when she's nervous
>It's a curious smile. A smile with an agenda.
>You've seen the same one when Twilight tried to get you to strip naked and let her study you
Uhh. I'm g-gonna go and get a drink.
>"Okay."
>She doesn't break eye contact and backs up to the sofa, sitting on it and sitting up straight, smiling at you the whole time.
>You try not to seem too flustered as you walk past her and into the kitchen
>Run some tap water and splash it on your face
>The fuck is wrong with you?
>It's SANDY.
>Look back over your shoulder
>She's staring straight at you, her hooves dangling over the back of it
>Turn back around
>Ok, relax. It's just Sandy. You just need to go over there and tell her that you're not that into her
>Wait, who said anything about being into her? None of you said that, you've just been smiling at her
>Is there a rule against smiling now?

16/?

>You're feeling immensely hot under the collar now
>How the hell are you supposed to handle this? You should have seen the early signs
>Always wanting to be with you
>Finding everything you say incredibly interesting
>Constantly trying to please you and make you happy
>And last night she went as far as to sleep in the same bed as you
>She's crazy about you.
>Is that a good thing?
>Fluttershy is crazy about you
>But that's the bad crazy
>This is the good crazy
>IS there a good crazy?

>You are Sandy
>Anon's in the kitchen
>You just can't stop staring at him
>When he held you in the alleyway, you just felt something from him
>Something strong
>You think it might have been love
>It was amazing, and delicious, too.
>Far more potent than the love you've been finding lying around
>That baker couple really fake their love for each other. You can hardly get anything off them. But it was enough to live off
>You had to rely on Anon being hungry as well, so you could slip off at Sugarcube Corner and find them
>But Anon... He gave you something incredible
>And the best part? It just happened again
>It's almost intoxicating
>Your mind is cloudy at the taste of it
>It's rich, and creamy, like... Cream. But it actually fills you. Fills the void inside you
>This must be what actual love tastes like
>You feel stronger already. Much more alert than ever
>And as you stare at Anon, the cogs in your head turning, you can only think of one thing.
>More.

17/?

>You are Anon
>Take a deep breath
>Ok. This will be easy
>Turn around
>Sandy is stood smiling at you in the kitchen
>You're backed up against the sink
>That smile has changed again
>Is this what Twilight told you about? Is she going to suck the love right out of you?
>Come on, Anon. It's Sandy, she wouldn't do a thing like that!
>"More."
>OK MAYBE SHE WOULD
Uhh, Sandy, look. I don't know what's come over us- I mean, you. B-but you need to calm down. You're sorta scaring me.
>She closes her eyes and licks her lips
>"It's delicious, Anonymous. More!"
M-more what?
>"More love. You're feeding it to me right now and I want more of it."
Love? From where?
>She grins
>"From you."
>Oh shit.
>You went and fell in love with a shape shifting bug monster
>GREAT WORK
>Your heart is hammering in your chest and you inch away from Sandy
>For every step you take backwards, she takes one forwards, fixing you with that predatory glare
>She slowly opens her mouth and licks her fangs
>Fangs?
>WHEN THE HELL DID SHE GET FANGS
>The tan fur and maroon mane evaporate, and the black chitin replaces it once more
>"Anon?"
Y-yes?
>"LOVE ME."

18/?

>Like a bat out of hell you run for the stairs
>Sandy follows, her wings buzzing and making her take flight
>You sprint into your room and slam the door, putting your weight against it
>You hear Sandy outside
>God dammit... Even when she's chasing you like this your heart can't help but skip a beat at the thought of her
>Though that might be the fear
>"Oh... ANON! YES! MORE!"
>NOPE. IT'S LOVE
>FUCKING SHIT, ANON. FALL OUT OF LOVE WITH HER ALREADY!
>You sniff the air
>A new smell burns your nostrils
>Look at the door
>Greenish acid is slowly eroding through the door, you can see Sandy's beautiful blue eyes looking through at you
>Before long the hole is large enough for her head, and she jams her face in, giving you a full view of your roommate's lust driven visage
>You take a step back and look at her through the door
>"HEEERE'S SANDY!"
THAT'S CLICHE AS FUCK.
>She crashes through the door and tackles your chest
>You fall backwards and land on your bed
>You're not liking this turn of events
>At all
>Or are you?
>She sighs again
>"You're filling me up here, Anon!"
>FOR FUCKS SAKE
>Time for diplomacy
Sandy. Please. I know you're uhh, addicted to love. But don't you think you've had enough? I mean... Uhh, shouldn't you set aside some love for later, or something?
>She gives you a flat look
>"That's not how Changelings work, Anonymous."
A-are you sure?
>"Yes. Quite sure"

19/?

So what happened to your speech problems? Why aren't you speaking all... Weird anymore?
>"Not sure. Your love has made my mind more focused. I feel stronger than ever! So much love all for me!"
>She squeals with delight, her face becoming one of bliss
>It makes your heart soar
>She giggles and looks down at you
>Once again, she's led on top of you
>On your bed
>She smiles down, flutters her wings and wags her tail a few times
>You wait for her to do whatever it is she was going to do
>She just sort of sits there
Uhh. Sandy?
>"Y-yeah?"
>Oh. There's the nervous speech you fell in love with.
Aren't you gonna... I dunno. Do something?
>"What are you meaning?"
>Smile
Well, you like, chased me through the house, drunk off love, and pinned me down on the bed.
>Look at the door
And you sprayed acid on my door. Seriously. Don't do that again.
>Her ears go flat against her head
>"S-sorry... I'm so sorry..."
>She sniffs
>"I just, um. Don't really know what to do"
What do you mean?
>"Well I have you where I want you. I think. Umm. Now what?"
Well what do you want to do?
>She sits up, her hind legs on either side of your torso, then rubs the back of her head, a shy look on her face
>"Y-you know... Stuff."

20/?

>Smile warmly at her
>Her wings buzz again and she smiles back, a blush appearing on her face
>Her face is black though. How you're seeing the blush, you're not sure
>Fucking changelings
>...Fucking changelings.
>Are you really about to do this?
>You're not seeing any problems thus far
>You hate to admit it, but you've fallen for her. She's just so much different than any other pony in town.
>And now she's so shy and cute she has no idea how to initiate sex.
>She's like Fluttershy
>But better in every conceivable way
>Ok, brain. If we're gonna make this work, stop comparing her to Fluttershy.
>Sorry.
Well. I suppose we'd better get started then, shouldn't we?
>"Y-yeah. Absolutely. Of course"
>Sit up, holding Sandy up with your arms, preventing her from falling backwards
>You lean your face towards hers, and your lips meet
>It's a strange experience to say the least
>Her lips are hard, like the rest of her body. But they give way when your lips brush against them
>You explore this new concept by gently working your mouth on hers
>She's tensed up, and you chuckle through your kiss
>"S-stop laughing... It's not funny..."
>You pull back slightly, breaking the kiss
>Sandy looks down, the blush deeply set on her face
>You grin and go back in, more forceful this time.
>She starts relaxing more, and begins to move her own mouth in response
>You make the next move, opting to slip your tongue in
>She tenses up again, but allows you to poke around. Her own forked tongue dancing around your flat one, gently caressing it while you stroke her fangs
>They're so sharp
>You prick your tongue on one and wince slightly, but the sudden sharp pain only gets you more into it
>Everyone's a masochist.

21/?

>You decide that enough is enough, and pull out
>Sandy follows your tongue out with her own, and leans forward slightly while you pull back
>She's still got her eyes closed, and her tongue is sticking out from between her lips
>You laugh softly
>She opens her eyes and smiles at you
>A genuine smile. Not one driven by lust, but by love.
>You gently turn over and lay her on her back, her head resting on the pillow
>She watches as your hands methodically stroke every part of her body, taking in the smooth texture of the chitin and the strange curves in her natural armour
>Your hand moves down, lightly touching her soft underbelly
>She giggles at that
>So she's ticklish, it seems.
>A ticklish bug
>You grin mischievously at her and move your hands to her belly again
>She tenses up, but you don't make contact
>You laugh again and she scowls, looking away
>"Jerk"
>You simply smile and lower your hand between her legs
>She gasps as you touch an area you thought unimportant
>You watch in shock as at your touch, a small slit opens up, revealing the soft insides of Sandy
>Raise an eyebrow
Hello there...
>"Hello! My name is Sandy!"
>You look up
>She's blushing furiously and trying to avoid your gaze, a hoof over her mouth
>"Sorry"

22/?

>You turn you attention back to the small opening between her legs
>So this is where it was hiding. Between two black plates
>You run a finger over them, causing Sandy to shudder
>They're incredibly bendy. Much like rubber, and they contort easily to the slightest touch
>Your curiosity is driving Sandy crazy, every time you bend one of the two plates, she squeals and shakes
>A pale green substance begins seeping out of the slit, you dip two fingers in it and raise them to show Sandy, and to give you a better view
>She stares at it and gulps
>It's warm. And quite viscous
>But the smell is the most noticeable thing about it
>It's a powerful scent, it works its way into your nose and triggers a more powerful urge to satisfy the creature before you
>Sandy notices your face, lost it thought
>"Oh. Umm. T-that'll be the pheromone... Sorry..."
>You raise your fingers to your mouth
>Human curiosity demands a taste test on everything
>You gently place your digits on your tongue, slowly licking the stuff off
>It's flavour isn't what you expected
>Tangy, with a bitter aftertaste. But it's surprisingly moreish.
>You savour this unique flavour for a while, Sandy watching you with her mouth agape
>"Do you like it?"
>You take your fingers out and smile at her
Oh yes.
>And with that, you lower your face to her slit and lick it from bottom to top
>Sandy's back arches and she squeals, more of the addictive goo hitting your tongue

23/?

>This only makes you go further, and you push your tongue inside her 'folds'
>The texture of her inner walls is intriguing, like the same consistency of the outside, but it slackens the moment your tongue touches it
>Like a rubbery muscle, dripping with that same tangy goo
>You play with her walls, pushing in as much tongue as possible, and pulling her legs towards you to get even deeper
>Sandy is pulling the pillow over her face and moaning into it, her cries muffled, but not unheard while you tongue her pussy
>She starts panting heavily, and you feel her walls start to constrict around your tongue
>You slide it out quickly, but as you leave, you give the outside one last lick
>Sandy climaxes, screaming and spraying warm discharge all over your face
>Some of it gets on your tongue and inside your open mouth
>You don't complain.
>She goes limp and pants, her breathes slow and heavy
>She turns her head and looks down at you
>You look at her deep blue eyes and wipe your mouth
>She groans again and a hoof strokes her belly, which you now notice has developed a small mound
>Grin
Getting full?
>"N-no... More"
Ah ah ah! What's the magic word?
>You're having way too much fun with this
>"More. Please."
>She looks at you with pleading eyes
>"Please, Anon."

24/?

>By this time, your dick is as hard as it's going to get
>You slide off your pants and shirt, Sandy watching with still hungry eyes the entire time
>"Your body is so... Exotic"
>Chuckle
Speak for yourself.
>You crawl along the bed and over Sandy, looking down at her
>She wraps her hooves around your neck and pulls you in for another kiss
>This time both your tongues fight for control
>She has the unfair advantage, and is tickling your tongue with her own
>You feel her poke at your teeth and giggle over the kiss
>Pull back a bit
Having fun?
>"Y-yes."
>You can feel her smile as she kisses you again
>Your heart swells, and as it does, you feel Sandy's belly rise ever so slightly
Let's have a bit more then.
>You get into a more comfortable position, and move Sandy to the edge of the bed
>You step off it and line your dick up at her entrance, which is leaking copious amounts of goo
>You gently press the tip of your cock at her slit, making her tremble with anticipation
>Her panting become more rapid
>You slide the tip up and down her opening a bit more
>It opens and closes at your touch, the walls trying to grasp the offending object
>You smile and look up at Sandy again
>Your eyes meet, and for a moment you are once more lost in the... Blueness.
>Yeah. It's a word.
>And at that, you push forwards and into her

25/?

>Sandy gasps, as do you
>The goo acts as both lubricant and cushioning
>It encases your dick and cradles it while her walls frequently squeeze your length gently
>Sandy bites her lower lip and a squeak escapes her mouth
>You push further in, and her walls squeeze harder as you go deeper
>Finally you hilt, staying still for a while, your mind reeling at the sensation your dick is feeling
>You pull back about half way, then slide back in
>Sandy squeaks then giggles
>"It feels... Funny"
Good funny or bad funny?
>"Good funny"
>She bites her lip and her blush somehow goes redder
>You pull out again and thrust, harder this time
>Sandy's squeaks also get louder
>You work up a rhythm, gently thrusting in and out, Sandy moaning and trying to grip the bed sheets
>She shakes her head from side to side as you begin to go faster
>You grip her flanks and pull her towards you again, using her as grip as you pound her
>Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, all that matters is you and the glorious creature in front of you
>She moans your name in response to your actions, each time getting louder
>"Anon! AAAAANOOON!"
>You pant, feeling yourself getting closer over the heat and the tightness of Sandy's pussy
>Her walls get even tighter and she tenses up, screaming your name and gripping your dick as she orgasms, the greenish goo spraying your front, the warmth of it enticing your bare skin where it touches
>You can't hold on much longer either, the alien sensations making you grit your teeth and desperately try to hold on, anything to make this moment last longer

26/?

>She arches again, and another flood of goo, warmth and sudden tightness catches you off guard
>You cry out as you let loose your load inside her, pumping her full of your juices and making her moan even louder
>You slowly pull out, your dick covered in warm slime, a mixture of both your juices
>Sandy lies back on the bed, spread eagled and panting
>You collapse on the bed next to her, breathing heavily
>For a while you both just lie there.
>Nothing else in the world matters right now
>Because you have her and she has you.
>You look over at her
>She's smiling at you. Those beautiful blue eyes glistening in the sunlight streaming in through the windows
>You offer a weak smile, the whole ordeal having drained you both
>Neither of you say a word. And you lie back on that bed for nearly an hour
>No longer exhausted, mind. You just didn't have a reason to move
>You didn't want to move
>You just wanted to lie there and bask in the silence with Sandy
>And she with you
>She snuggles up to you and you wrap an arm around her, not saying a word. Your actions having spoken for themselves
>You kiss her on the forehead and she sighs happily, and for the first time in what seems like forever she speaks up
>"Anon?"
Yeah?
>"I... Um. Really enjoy your company."
>Smile
I love you too, Sandy.

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The End.