Hooves and Paws
Gryphon Paws and Pony Jaws
By MidnightDancer
Resting on a fluffy cloud high above Ponyville, Thunderlane fidgeted nervously.
The sun was up, cheerful and bright, and flocks of pegasi swooped and raced through the crisp fall air. Thunderlane heaved a sigh, the only dark cloud in Ponyville being the one hanging over his head. His eyes roamed the playing pegasi, settling briefly on a flash of white, magenta, and green. Blossomforth... He tore his eyes away, rolling over to his back instead, and let out a little huff of annoyance.
"We can still be friends..." Right, that's why you just ignored me this morning. Okay. His golden eyes squeezed shut as he replayed the previous evening over in his head.
He picked her up at eight sharp, bearing the finest roses Roseluck had to offer that day—Red Bells, the petite blooms just unfolding and thus at their peak of flavor. His brother, Rumble, had been safely stowed at his parent's house for the weekend, leaving his home free and empty for that Friday. Thunderlane shuffled his hooves as he knocked on the door, but his nervousness was banished as his marefriend welcomed him with a fond smile and a kiss on the cheek.
Dinner was perfect; a fusion restaurant on Cirrus Avenue in Cloudsdale that specialized in Neighponese cuisine, which was Blossomforth's favorite. Throughout the dinner, she stole little glances his way, prodding him beneath the table with her rear hooves, and causing happy chills to run up his spine. It was through a concentrated effort of will that he managed to keep his cock in his sheath while in public—an effort that he knew Blossomforth was both amused and aroused by.
He got his own back, of course—leaning in as though to whisper and instead nipping her fluffy ear, reveling in the sudden intake of breath and the aroused shiver that followed. She squirmed in her seat through dinner, pasting on a nervous smile whenever the waiter came by to refill their moon wine or clear their plates. The look in her half-lidded blue eyes, though, promised Thunderlane a world of pleasure later.
And so, perhaps, it may have come to fruition if it weren't for one stupid miscalculation.
They half-stumbled into Thunderlane's home, unsteady hooves mercifully muted by the plush cloud floor. Blossomforth reached up, taking his left ear in her mouth with a little growl that spoke of needs and wants that only he could fulfill. He shivered with pleasure, taking her roughly between his forelegs and darting down to her neck; he kissed, licked, and sucked until her wings were rigid and her hooves, clad in her evening shoes, were scrabbling at his back as she moaned.
Smiling darkly to himself, he brought his mouth to her ear again, licking the outer rim before speaking. "Oh, now what could this little tease I have here want, hmm?" She squirmed in his grasp, whimpering slightly. "You thought it was cute to tease me all through dinner... do you know how hard it is to keep my cock down around you as it is?" Blushing, she nodded, one forehoof reaching down to stroke his sheath. He batted it away carelessly. "And now you want that cock, is that it?"
She nodded, eyes clenched shut as he body vibrated with pent-up arousal. "Oh, Celestia, yes..."
"Then show me how bad you want it." He kissed her then, lips parting to take her bottom lip and bite it, and she shivered and whimpered with pleasure. She broke the kiss, sinking down to her haunches as Thunderlane leaned back against the couch. Legs spread, his cock was on full display, seven thick and throbbing inches bobbing before her eyes. A white hoof met the base, stroking it softly as her eyes reflected a hunger for it.
Blossomforth, in addition to being one of the kindest and most hardworking ponies around, was also a tremendous slut in private. He knew what she liked, and indulged her—the feel of being controlled, of being humiliated, of being able to shed her responsibilities with a pony she trusted and let them be the one in charge. She loved it, and he accepted this quirk as part of her. He hoped, fleetingly, that perhaps her submissiveness would make her more open to his own kink. I'll try tonight. It's been six months, I'm sure she'll be accepting...
His hoof found the back of her head, pushing her forward towards his cock. "Be my good girl." She nodded fervently, parting her lips to slide the head inside. Explosions of sensation ran from his cock to his abdomen, and he bucked upwards slightly as she moved down. "Mmm... you know just how to suck me." Her tongue swirled expertly around the head before she plunged her head down fully, taking as much of him as she could. He felt his head hit the back of her throat, and he moaned, bucking up as he held her head where it was.
Her eyes fluttered open, watering, and met his own as he continued to slowly fuck her face. She held on for quite some time before drawing her head up forcibly with a gasp, strands of saliva dangling from her mouth to his cock. Her mane escaped his hoof, swinging in front of her face and picking up some of the wetness. Impatiently, she swept it aside, before sliding her lips down the outside of his shaft, dipping down to suck his balls gently. Shivers ran up his spine, his dick growing even harder at the soft feel of her tongue on his balls.
Heat and heaviness grew in his balls, and having no desire to cum early, he pushed her off roughly. She rocked backwards, ending up laying back against an ottoman, watching Thunderlane as he righted himself and stalked over to her. A soft flick of his wingtip across her mound, and she moaned, parting her legs obediently for him. He eyed her slit hungrily, the soft, white-furred lips barely parted to reveal the glistening pink wetness beyond. His cock twitched beneath him, and he dipped his head down to lap gently at the slit, tongue parting her further. The musky, sweet scent of her arousal wafted to his nostrils, and he drew his tongue back in, savoring her creamy flavor before meeting her eyes with a wicked grin.
She shuddered and spread her hind legs further, one forehoof drifting to rub gently at her little nub of a clitoris. He stood over her, lowering to his haunches and lining his cock up with her pussy, pressing it at the entrance. Slowly, he allowed an inch in, before pulling it back out, her frustrated cries making him chuckle. "What, I can't tease you back?" Letting out a little growl, she grabbed at the cloud floor, the fluffy cloudstuff puffing up around her in her agitation.
"Y-Yes, but... I just..." She trailed off into what sounded suspiciously like a whine, and Thunderlane responded by nipping savagely at one of her exposed teats. Even through her wails, he could hear the wetness of her cunt as it tightened and released, fluids dribbling from her entrance and dripping down to her ass.
He laid her hind legs gently on his shoulders, her silver shoes now inches from his face. He removed them with a practiced flick of his hoof, the shoes thumping to the floor to either side of the mare, leaving her smooth white hooves uncovered. The scent of them hit him; not an unpleasant smell by any means, but the light scent of a mare unaccustomed to walking around. Blossomforth took particular care with her hooves, and it showed in their perfect shape and the visible softness of the frogs. He hesitated for a moment before plunging his cock back into his mare, this time pressing it in to the hilt. The ponies moaned in unison, Thunderlane beginning a slow, steady rocking motion.
A tingle ran up his spine as her walls clenched around him, and his hooves tightened around her hind legs. Emboldened by her moans and shivers, he let one wingtip trail from her knee up to her hoof, smiling when she flinched it back. Ticklish, I guess. He continued to pound at her, cock sliding fully out before slamming back in to the hilt. He could feel his cock head hitting the deepest part of her, meeting resistance at the end that he knew better than to try to press past. Blossomforth stiffened at the sensation, before her body relaxed, and as she moaned Thunderlane could feel her hot cum coating his cock and dripping to his balls.
It was intoxicating—the smell of her musk, the feel of her slick walls hugging his cock—and, caught up in the moment, Thunderlane turned his head to one of her tiny, perfect hooves. He rubbed his face along her leg, before pushing her leg back further, showing himself the soft frog. He reached out with his face, nuzzling it before licking right on that sensitive spot just as he slammed his cock home again.
That's about when it all went to hell.
Blossomforth came, and at the same time bucked her leg back instinctively at his touch on her hoof. Thunderlane caught the brunt of it directly on the jaw. While Blossomforth was somewhat vain about her looks, she was certainly no slouch in the fitness department, and the stallion's head rocked back with the rest of him. His cock exited her with a sudden and very audible ploop, and he fell back against the couch once more.
For a perfect moment, they merely blinked at each other, before Blossomforth laughed shakily. "Whoa, yeah, sorry... I'm not sure what you were doing but... yeah, I didn't like it."
Thunderlane scratched the back of his head sheepishly with a hoof, and slowly sat up. "Yeah, uh... I shouldn't have just sprung that on you. I just got... caught up, I guess." He breathed deeply. Here goes. "But, uh, if I warn you, can I maybe play with your hooves during sex?"
A blank stare met him, and his heart sank. "No. No, what the hell? That's weird. I walk on those. They were in shoes all night. That's gross, dude."
Ice shot through him at her words, and his heart dropped to his hooves. "Well, I, okay, I'm sorry, I won't do it again..."
She stood, shaking herself off elegantly and flicking her tail into place with practiced ease. Smoothing down her mane with one hoof, she looked anywhere but at Thunderlane. "Yeah. Sorry, it's just... too weird now, I think. I think it's best we stop seeing each other." At his crestfallen expression, she forced a smile. "But, hey, we can still be friends, right? Just... I don't think I can be... like that with you, anymore. It really grosses me out." After a moment's consideration, she added, "I won't tell anypony, either... I mean, it's gross, but it's not really my business to tell, so..." She trailed off, eyes rolling nervously up to the ceiling.
Thunderlane slowly slid down onto the floor, his sore chin resting between his hooves as he watched her. Dimly, he was aware in some corner of his mind how pathetic he must look, but he was beyond caring. Her smile turned brittle, and the awkward silence spun out between them for far too long. Finally, she gave herself another brisk shake. "Right! Well, uh, I'll see you around, okay? Okay." She spread her wings, shooting out of his home and his life with a speed rivaling that of the weather captain.
He curled up on the floor, uncaring of much but his own burning humiliation. It's Manehattan all over again...
He allowed his eyes to flutter open again as he floated along on his fluffy white cloud, letting the wind blow him where it would. He blew out a sigh through his nose, before snorting at himself. Look at me... a grown stallion, pouting over a mare on top of a cloud. Buck up, self. Regardless of his sudden self-awareness, he continued to drift, dark gray wings splayed out on the cushy cloud.
His eyes idly roamed the sky as he drifted, larger clouds passing through his vision. Did I love her? Is that why this is so hard? He considered the idea briefly before discarding it. No. Maybe I loved things about her, but not her yet. Small blessing, I guess.
He was pulled from his reverie by a flash of tawny gold above him and to the right. Curious, he glanced up and to the side—and froze. Instead of being a golden pony, as he expected, two powerful hind legs hung over the cloud above him, tapering to elegant and dangerous paws. Shining tips of what he knew to be claws poked from the fronts of the beautifully articulated toes, and a whip-like tail flicked lazily through the air, capped by a tuft of brown hair. He noted the golden wingtips just visible by the creature's haunches, and a little thrill ran up his spine.
Gryphon.
It hadn't appeared to notice him, though, so he stood on the cloud, emboldened. Gryphons were fairly rare in Equestria, though there had been one he saw sometimes in Cloudsdale when he was a foal. He stretched his neck out, now barely a foot from the gryphon's paws, and looked closer. Pale pink pads covered the main part of the paw, and smaller ones were centered on each toe. The paws curled, the center of them crinkling tightly before releasing again, and he shivered again.
So entranced was he by the pretty, flexing toes that he didn't hear the gryphon's front legs shift. It came as a great surprise, then, when he found himself suddenly muzzle to beak with a very angry, but very pretty, gryphoness. He blushed as her golden eyes drilled into his own, and flinched as she brought up a talon to grip his chin.
"What are you lookin' at, dweeb?"
"Na-nuh-nothing, nothing..." The understanding that at the end of the day, she was a predator and he was prey, hit home for him quite suddenly. Her talons dug a little deeper, and he was very careful not to squirm lest she draw blood.
"You callin' me nothing?" Her wings flared along with her temper, and he gulped, staring into those molten gold eyes.
"No! No. I, well, I'm sorry, I'm just... nervous. Sorry. I'll go now..." He said that last with a hopeful lilt in his voice, an unspoken please don't eat me laced through the words.
She smirked, relaxing her head back but keeping a firm grip on his face. "Nah, I don't think so." She slid sideways off her cloud, landing gently on his with a little poof of displaced cloudstuff. He desperately moved his face in time with her claws, earning a small cut for his troubles. "So I think what you're gonna do is tell me why you were staring at me."
Unable to meet her gaze again, he cast his eyes to his own hooves, ignoring the trickle of blood making its way down his face. "I... I didn't mean anything by it." His treacherous gaze wandered, settling again on her thick, powerful paws, and he quickly tore his gaze away.
Not quickly enough.
She followed his gaze, confusion writ plainly on her features, and glanced back to him. "What, somethin' wrong with my paws?" She raised one hindleg, bringing her face close to her toes. "Looks fine to me."
Legs shaking, he gulped. His cock stirred in his sheath, and his eyes widened. No no no no not now you stupid goddamned penis NO— He shut his eyes, concentrating on the fact that a creature that could tear him limb from limb had him at her mercy. "No, there's nothing wrong with your paws. I'm sorry. I should really g-go." She glanced back, narrowed eyes taking in his nervous stance before she sniffed the air once. A slow grin started across her beak.
"No, there's nothing wrong with 'em, is there... but there's something right." She pressed her beak to his muzzle, a predatory grin across her face. "My paws turn you on." It was a simple statement of fact, and Thunderlane shuddered in shame.
"I... well..."
"Pony, that is weird."
"Yes, I know, but I can't help... look, can we just forget this happened? I'm... kind of having a bad day." He glanced up desperately, finding not even a shred of mercy in her eyes.
"Nah."
"Nah?" He echoed, trembling.
She smirked. "Nah. I think I'm gonna have you do what those prissy spa ponies won't do, and rub my paws for me. And my toes." Thunderlane opened his mouth to protest, even as a blush flared over his cheeks and neck, and Gilda shut his mouth forcibly with one foretalon. "And if you don't, I tell every mare in this town that your cock stands for gryphon paws." She seemed to think for a moment, and laughed. "Y'know, that's just like a pony, to have a really, REALLY stupid fetish."
Embarassed, he glared at her. "It's not stupid."
"Sure it is!" She chortled, wiggling her toes once. "Ponies have hooves. Doesn't that make having a paw fetish a little... stupid?" She released his muzzle, laying back on the fluffy clouds and stretching out her hind legs. Her tail curled lazily around her foreleg, and she smiled. "Come on, get to work."
He sat on his haunches before her, begrudgingly, and hesitantly reached for one back paw. "I mean, well, I do like hooves too, just... hooves don't have these." One wingtip stroked gently down her inner toe, and she shivered. He cocked an eyebrow. "Um, are you ticklish? I need to know so I don't, you know, tickle you by accident..." His thoughts, of course, were centered around the deadly claws currently sheathed that could easily remove his legs with one misplaced swipe. She shook her head.
"Nah. Gryphons usually ain't ticklish, don't worry about it." He nodded, and got to work.
He slid one hoof beneath her left ankle, lifting the paw. He settled it on his own hind leg to free up both hooves to work. Hesitantly, he reached out, rubbing the sole of her paw gently with one forehoof. She growled slightly, eying him flatly. "I'm not delicate—you're gonna have to rub harder than that." He gulped and nodded, doing as he was bade and pressing the tip of his hoof against the largest paw pad in a kneading motion. She sighed, toes flexing and curling, and heat rushed to his face again at the sight.
Her paws were surprisingly soft for such deadly weapons, and he found himself beginning to enjoy the silky feel of the pads whispering across his hooves. He smiled, kneading harder and bringing up his other forehoof to help. The gryphon laid back, stretching out her forelegs with a content purr. "Yeah, that's the spot."
Smiling despite himself, he glanced up curiously. "So... um, what's your name?" Her head came up, looking at him curiously. "I mean, just, I don't know what to call you, so..."
"Gilda. You?" She shivered as he pressed even harder on her paw pad.
"Thunderlane."
He laid the top of his hoof against her toe pads, bringing the other hoof on the other side, and squeezed and kneaded her toes as well. She shivered, toes curling around his hooves for a moment before releasing, and he felt his cock stir again. "T-That's a stupid name. Ponies name their foals stupid things."
Toes curled and flexed, curled and flexed. The sun seemed to grow even hotter, beating down on Thunderlane's dark coat mercilessly, and a bead of sweat dripped to mingle with the blood still on his fur. "I guess." A wing came up, brushing and caressing the paw as he rubbed her toes, and she let out a content purr.
"Don't forget the other paw, dweeb."
Ignoring the little jab, he moved to the other paw, pulling it closer. A familiar sound and scent hit him as he moved her legs, and he smiled to himself. Clearing his throat, he flicked his eyes up to meet hers. "So, Gilda... you get your paws rubbed a lot?" He began kneading at the pad, bringing both wings around to stroke the sides of her paw and lower leg as he worked. She shook her head.
"Not really. My aerie isn't really into that kinda thing, and the pony spas are all scared of me." She snorted, before wiggling her toes as Thunderlane kneaded harder. "My galpal I'm here to see isn't really into spas and stuff either, but it's cool."
"Why don't you ask her to rub your paws?" He rolled her toes over his hoof, feeling the satisfying crack of her joints relaxing.
She laughed then, wings beating the cloud below her. "Pfft, are you kidding? That's weird."
"If it's so weird, why are you so turned on by me touching them?" Her head shot back up, eyes narrowed. Ah, so this is how I die. Here lies Thunderlane, taker of stupid risks. Well, if I'm gonna die, may as well die happy. Holding her gaze, he lowered his muzzle, flat tongue running up the underside of her middle toe before he took it fully into his mouth, swirling his tongue across the soft pad.
She gave a strangled squawk, other paw kicking out instinctively and catching Thunderlane across the jaw. Twice in two days, what a track record. He rolled his eyes, gently pushing the paw away with a hoof as he continued his sucking on her toes. His cock throbbed, fully erect now, and he allowed one hoof down to stroke its length as he continued to suck and await his inevitable doom.
After a few moments of a distinct lack of bloody death, he chanced another glance up. When his eyes met hers, she yanked her toe from his mouth with an audible pop, breathing heavily. Her feathers were ruffled up, hind legs pulled halfway up and spread. His eyes wandered down the natural 'v' formed by her legs, and noted how slick her pussy was. It was unlike a mare pussy, in that it was much puffier and bigger overall. He sniffed it curiously, her musk also unlike a mare's—it was almost spicier, darker.
"D-Don't just stare at it." He met her eyes, curious. "Don't get me wrong, I'm tempted to tear you apart." He winced, hoof on his cock stopping at the mental image. "But... but maybe if you do a good enough job, I'll spare your pathetic life."
I could fly away. Just fly away and not look back. Just leave her here... in a puddle of arousal... all damp and fluffy and sexy... oh, buck it. He glanced over the edge of the cloud once, noticing that they had drifted out over Ghastly Gorge. At least we probably won't be seen...
A second later, his face was buried against the puffy folds of her cunt. She screeched out her joy, talons finding the back of his head and pressing him closer. His tongue worked against her entrance, lapping up the clear, spicy fluid flowing from her. She nudged him slightly with one rear paw, and he turned on his side, vaguely confused. His hoof found his cock again, but was kicked away. A moment later, velvety smoothness ran up the underside of it, and he moaned against her pussy. Looking down, he was nearly driven over the edge at the sight of her smooth paw stroking him. He turned his attention back to her, licking and nibbling at her lower lips.
The dexterousness of her paw surprised him, as she ran it up and over the tip of his cock, spreading the thin pre-cum across the tip and the fine hairs of her toes. The toes ran down his length, reaching around to cup his balls gently, the pads rubbing against his most sensitive area. He stiffened, then moaned against her pussy, delighting in the echoing moan from her. Panting, she yanked his head up to look at him, eyes half-lidded. "Fuck me already, dude."
He settled himself on his haunches, tearing his cock ruefully away from the amazing velvet paw to line it up with her entrance. For a moment, he hesitated—could he even satisfy a gryphon? Well, nopony ever got anywhere by doubting themselves, I guess. He pressed forward in a smooth motion, burying himself fully inside her. She gasped, quivering against him as her body tensed, before relaxing back with a moan. He drew out slowly, the strange roughness of her walls counterbalanced by the flood of wetness, his flat-tipped cock head twitching inside her.
He slammed in again, faster this time, and her wings extended out to beat at the cloud in her pleasure. Reaching over, he brought her paw back up to his face, licking along the center pad as he continued to fuck her; spurred on by her moans, he upped his tempo, sliding one of her toes into his mouth. He sucked, rolling his tongue up and down the soft pad as he slid in and out of her dripping pussy, his wings splaying and reaching around to stroke at her hind legs.
Gilda shook, her cunt contracting around his cock. The tightness and heat, wrapped firmly around him, drove him nearly over the edge. His teeth ran up her paw pad, and she purred, her paw shaking in his mouth. "Fuck... if you keep this up, I'm gonna cum all over you..." A shudder of excitement ran up his spine at her words, and he redoubled his efforts; his picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her with rhythmic regularity as his hooves moved to hold her bucking hips in place. She pulled her paw from his mouth, leg twitching slightly.
She rested her rear paws on his chest, shaking erratically. Soon enough, the tips of her claws came out, raking down Thunderlane's chest. The sting drew him back from his peak, and he hissed out through his teeth. Growling, he pounded her even harder, getting lost in a haze of pain and lust as his balls tightened.
Gilda's entire body stiffened, claws digging into his shoulders and her eyes clenched tightly. Her beak opened, and a deep breath later, a roar shook the cloud they were on. Her cum sprayed from her cunt, soaking his cock, balls, and abdomen. The vibration of her roar shuddered up his cock, and he couldn't hold on any longer. He pulled out quickly, pushing a paw down just as ropes of thick cum spurted from him. She shivered, her paw being coated by the sticky fluid, and Thunderlane sat back, spent.
Gilda drew her paw up to her face, looking at the dripping semen curiously, before reaching out with her long tongue to lap it off of herself. Thunderlane's eyes widened, and a blush crept up his face again as he watched the gryphon suck down his seed from her own paws. A stab of pain brought him back to reality, and he winced, touching his chest and seeing it come away bloody. "Geez, you did a number on me, Gilda..."
"Pff, sch'yeah. You thought you were getting out of this without injury?" She cocked her head at him lazily, reclining on the cloud.
He rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself. "I guess not."
Gilda rose up, stretching all four limbs in the light of the slowly declining sun. "That was fun. You didn't do half bad, for being a pony, so I guess I'll let ya live." She winked, golden eyes flashing playfully. "I gotta fly, though, meeting my friend tonight at her house." Her wide tawny wings spread, feeling the passing thermals under the feathers.
Thunderlane just nodded, waving a hoof in her direction. "Oh, uh, sure. Have fun." As she took off with a screech, he fell back on the cloud, breathing heavily and wiping at his claw marks.
Explaining all this to his brother and his weather team wasn't going to be fun. The weather team especially, he mused, since he wasn't sure how well he could fly after all that. Explaining this to Blossomforth wouldn't be fun—he was sure she didn't expect him to be over it so quickly... but that could all wait until tomorrow.
For now... he figured a nap was in order.
As he drifted off, he smiled to himself. I'll just tell everypony I fell onto a cat. That'll work.