Memory Clash still can't believe what he is doing. In one night he went from being a best friend to a lover, all because of alcohol. Something in him wanted him to stop making out with Smooth Talker, but right now, he was making out with the most beautiful thing in existence. Everything about it was amazing. He figured that if he kept doing this, he can get some more of the super hard cider off her tongue. Simply, the best thing he ever done. Which is why he was rather confused and upset that she broke the kiss. "I want to try something," she said. What does she want? What possibly can be better than their making out? She got up and turned away from him. She bent forwards, keeping her flank in the air. Her tail swished to the side and he got his answers. She is now exposing her vagina, presenting it and herself to him. He was already a little aroused, his penis is coming out from under his chitin, but he now must struggle to keep himself from lunging right at her. His penis becomes fully erect. The chitin around his groin softens as it absorbs the fluid that is underneath it. He tells himself to take things slowly and decline her offer, but before he does, "Well..." Hearing her sweet voice offering itself to him with the alcohol swirling around in his mind, pushed him over the edge.

Memory got up and leaped on Smooth's back and embraced her with his forelegs. He was nervous, because he was a virgin and to his knowledge, so was she. Fortunately, the alcohol help eased his nerves, and he let his instincts guide him. He eased forwards and his tip made contact with her opening. She was indeed a virgin, so he went in as easily as possible. If she didn't enjoy it, neither will he. He didn't know when he should stop, so he kept going deeper until he couldn't go further. His groin is now pressing into hers.

Memory waited until she said otherwise. Hopefully, the pain of losing her hylem will subside. Causing this beautiful creature pain is the last thing he want's to do. In the meantime, he stayed and felt her walls pulse around his shaft with her heartbeat. It felt completely magnificent. "Please, keep going," she asked him. He was only too happy to oblige. He slowly pulled almost all the way out, before going back in a little faster. He repeated this, getting faster each time.

Memory was in total bliss. He wasn't sure how fast he was trusting at this point, but he knew the faster he thrust, the more pleasure he and Smooth felt. He realised her breathing is getting deeper. Does that mean she's close? As much as he wanted this to keep going, the anticipation to feel her orgasm kept growing. She then screamed and a gush of vaginal fluids splattered on his groin and her walls clamped down and squirmed on his penis, milking him for his release. The feeling of his testes releasing sperm to his prostate surges within him. He quickly draws in a deep breath and then he exploded in to her. It was the best thing he ever felt.

Memory was exhausted. He just laid on top of Smooth. "Memory, Memory, Memory," she panted. His penis went flaccid and retreated back to where it usually is. When he had the energy, he got up off of Smooth and crawled into bed. Smooth followed him under the covers and wrapped her forelegs around him and snuggled up into his neck. He hooked his foreleg around her and enjoyed her beauty. It's too bad changelings can't feed off other changelings' love, but if they could, Memory wonders if hers would be different. Something must be said, "Smooth," Memory started. She looked up at him. "I think I love you." he said. "I know you do." she said back. The both of them then drifted off to sleep.