Always **** Together.
"No, no.... this looks… great…” Scootaloo muttered nervously as her eyes passed over the dark, wooden interior of the griffin tavern.
The medieval looking building was illuminated by only a few candelabras hung from the rafters, bathing the room in a soft, ambient glow. Heat from the roaring fire set into a grand hearth on the far left wall permeated the room, combatting the biting cold from the snowstorm roaring outside. The room's walls, rafters and support columns were covered with all kinds of Griffin weapons, shields, armor, and even the taxidermied heads depicting a variety of creatures lurking out in the tundra. Scootaloo was thankful not to see any stuffed pony heads mounted there, though she half expected to.
Bitter-cold wind blew in a few drifts of snow in from the open door, and Scootaloo noticed the bar opposite her. The long counter was about the quaintest thing in here, or it may have been if this tavern had been constructed by pony standards, right now looking like rough-hewn slabs of wood bound with what looked like strips of scrap metal.
Huge barrels filled with strong Griffin alcohol marked the wall behind it, and shelves lined with steel gray tankards flanking them on either side. Several smaller barrels were supported by wooden frames upon the bar itself, all of which were tended by a grizzled, old, white-feathered griffin. Scootaloo had to look twice before she saw the large scar crossing his right eye, and she regarded him for a second as he busily wiped out the inside of a tankard with a cloth. Then with a reaction as fast as lightning, his gaze snapped towards her and she gasped before rapidly diverting her attention from him.
Some of the griffins were seriously creepy, and that fact was all the more evident as she looked over the rest of the bustling tavern to see more of the eagle-lion hybrid creatures squabbling over card games, alcohol, sex, and other equally undignified things. Many tables had been flipped already, and just as many of the rowdier customers had been booted from the establishment as a result of doing so. The way several griffins were hungrily watching a hog roasting over a spit, slowly turning over a fire pit in the middle of the room, was probably the most unsettling thing for the herbivorous Pegasus pony Scootaloo.
That is, the most unsettling thing besides the way some other griffins were looking at her with a similar kind of hungry gaze, of course. She hoped it was sexual and not predatory in nature, at least.
That, and the way many of the larger male creatures were treating the small bar maidens that were serving them made her think the former. Seeing the young, bay-colored griffiness receiving a great deal of sly looks, not to mention a slap on the rump by one particularly drunk male, made Scootaloo tuck her tail between her legs and pray to Celestia that these burly, avian-felines were only into their own kind and not ponies like herself.
Then again, she'd been warned about this all before deciding to visit Griffonstone. Both of her friends, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, had been here several times to visit their own friend, Gilda, and they'd both told her about all she needed to know when it came to handling the rowdy griffins and their omnivorous culture. Besides, Scootaloo was just as brave as Rainbow Dash of course, so she could handle it…at least, that's what she always told herself. Even so, despite the fact she was now very much an adult mare, Scootaloo was still a head smaller than many of theses griffins, not to mention her lack of experience when it came to non-pony cultures. Yet just like Rainbow Dash and Pinkie, she had her own reasons for visiting; a friend, one that once long ago proved to her now that not all griffins were rowdy hooligans.
"Phew...for a second there I thought you were going to say you hated it. I was so worried my friend would hate where I grew up!" Gabby exclaimed as she wiped her brow with a foreleg.
"Come on, Gabbs, I know it might look kind of...rough, but I wouldn't say I hate it. It's just as awesome as all the other griffin stuff you've shown me!" Scootaloo said, eyeing the other patrons around them. She didn’t want the other patrons to think she was insulting them after all, lest she possibly end up on the spit instead of the hog.
Gabby didn't seem to notice her evasion of the word rough, as she smiled at Scootaloo giddily, then looked back over her shoulder to the door as the howl of the icy wind rattled it from outside.
"Still, I really wish you could just come stay with me at my place. I mean, delivering mail is a good job and all, but it doesn't exactly let me afford a nest with more than one room around here," Gabby said, her head sinking slightly “Kinda wish I could accommodate my guests better, even if you’re the only one who visits me often.”
Scootaloo reached out and placed a hoof on her crestfallen friend's shoulder, glancing back at the door before responding. "Don't worry about it Gabbs, you've already offered your whole day to show me around, you shouldn’t have to offer anything more."
At her friend’s words, Gabby perked up, a small smile parting her yellow beak. "You really sure about that? I mean if you really, really, really want to, you could come back to my nest with me. We could be Cutie Mark Crusader sleepover buddies! Yay!" she exclaimed, her raised voice and it's nearly-begging tone drawing only a little attention from the other patrons.
Scootaloo’s head drooped slightly as she saw several griffins glance their way with hard stares, her ears falling flat against her head. As much as she wanted to go back to her friend’s nest, she knew she couldn't ask it of her. She'd seen Gabby's home, and it was nowhere near large enough for the pair of them. Even so, at the griffin's excited recollection of their old group’s name and common cheer, Scootaloo couldn't help but smile.
"You know, sometimes you seem to remember the Crusaders more than we ponies who founded it, Gabby," she said, removing her hoof from Gabby's shoulder as she looked around the tavern again nervously. "Still, I think I'll be alright. I mean, how bad can it be in a public inn?" Judging by her friend’s earlier, insistent offer for her to stay at her nest, and the worried look she was giving her now, Scootaloo really hoped that question didn't come back to bite her later.
The incredibly brief flash of worry in Gabby's eyes made her really think about that, and she swallowed. Then, before Gabby could say anything else that may heighten her anxiety, Scootaloo spoke again.
"Hey, if you really do want to make it up to me, how about you stay for a drink with me before you leave?" she asked, patting a stool beside her. There were a great many parts of her mind begging her to say yes to Gabby’s offer, mostly because she really didn't want to be left alone any longer than needed. After all, she was a stranger in this land and the locals didn’t seem to kind to outsiders. Plus, they were carnivores, awakening the primal fear in Scootaloo that she may be their next meal if she wasn’t careful.
Yet, as the request drifted into Gabby's mind, the usually giddy, eccentric and always fun-loving griffin's expression went completely blank. She shivered a little, then opened her beak, but nothing but a dry breath escaped her. Scootaloo cocked her head, then for a moment she was terrified she may have accidently said something offending to her friend.
"Gabbs, you alright?" she asked, and Gabby raised a claw to point at the many occupied tables before them.
"You...you want me to stay here and have a drink...with..." Her words abruptly died as her eyes passed over the rowdy sets of griffins.
Scootaloo took one look to where her friend was looking and shook her head, terrified of what she may have unknowingly brought up.
"No, no, you don't have to if you don't want to. I'll be fine. I'll just get a room and go to sleep. I’ll be fine," Scootaloo said insistently. She really hoped that Gabby didn't see the desperate lie in her words.
Then much to her surprise, the always helpful griffin shook her head, and Scootaloo felt her heart sink.
"Well...you see, you staying here would mean that they might...well, let's just say you haven’t ‘proved yourself’ to them in the way other griffins have yet, and most of them can tell," Gabby admitted, pointing a claw at the bar patrons. "I mean, even the bar maiden has probably done it, but... not me." she added with a timid chuckle, eyes fixed on the bay-hided griffiness wearing the stained apron who was serving tables.
Scootaloo paused, thinking about those words for a second as she tried to decipher what that might mean..
"What do you mean, ‘proved yourself’?" Scootaloo asked, and at Gabby's awkward look back at her, and the nodding to her own back end, she knew full well what that meant. Her eyes widened slightly and her ears stood tall as it came to light what she meant.
"Oh, Gabbs I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to bring that up," she apologized, pressing her forehooves over her mouth. She didn't know Gabby was a virgin!
Gabby's awkward look didn't fade as she rubbed the back of her neck with a claw, ruffling her feathers and shifting uneasily.
"Don't worry about it Scootaloo, I mean, you didn't know… besides, it's kind of a griffin-only thing, or at least, it's only really important to us." Gabby explained; “Unlike with you ponies, it’s kind-of how griffins prove their maturity. Our rite of passage if you will, like a pony getting their Cutie Mark. Nobody's ever wanted me though. Always called me weird or something… but you… maybe you could help? That's why I asked you here.”
Scootaloo took a deep breath, feeling a small amount of relief run through her as the other griffins went back to their own business. Even so, looking at her friend now, seeing the hopeful look in her eyes and the way she so nervously regarded those of her own kind around her, Scootaloo couldn't help but feel sorry for her. After all, she knew how much it hurt to want something that was out of reach, and the acceptance of others, and she was also all too aware how it felt to be looked down upon. But at the end of the day she really didn't see a way she could help Gabby with this particular problem. She wasn't a griffin herself, and she wasn't even male.
"Sorry, I really wish there was something I could do to help you..." Scootaloo flapped her small, flightless wings rapidly as she sighed. "I suppose I'm still kind of useless."
At those words, Gabby rounded on the pegasus and seized her forehooves with her talons. If it had been any other griffin to do that Scootaloo would have been terrified, yet Gabby was always so gentle with her sharp claws.
"You're not useless Scootaloo..." Gabby began, then trailed off into a thoughtful expression.
Scootaloo regarded the griffin for a second, then glanced away in embarrassment.
"But… I still can't really help you Gabbs," she admitted. “I don’t have the right ‘equipment’ for that.” That feeling of uselessness swirled within her, then Gabby looked back at her sharply,
"Well, Scootaloo, there may actually be some way you can," she whispered, and Scootaloo's attention piqued.
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The inside of the inn and tavern’s bedchamber was no less gloomy than the larger chamber downstairs. In here the weeping candles were not even lit, nor was the fireplace. Igniting a match, Gabby soon took care of that.
Now with the room illuminated, Scootaloo could see the room bore one large, Princess-sized double bed covered in ragged sheets and furs, as well as a couple of dirty-looking straw pillows. The rickety wood-framed bed sat below a crooked window ledge and frosted glass. Icicles hung down off the frame beyond the icy haze of the glass, and the metal frame rattled as the snowy wind beat against it. To either side of the bed were two small drawers, and opposite it, next to the door, was another larger dresser with a dusty mirror. Eventually, the warm heat of the crackling fire began to fill the room, as did its radiant orange-red glow. At that, Scootaloo finally turned to Gabby.
"So, you're sure about this? I mean, do we even know if this is going to work? It's just..." Scootaloo stuttered as she watched the griffin blow out her match and then turn to the large cupboard. “It’s kinda unbelievable.”
"Oh, trust me there'll be one here. I've delivered plenty of theses potion cases to the taverns and brothels around here before. Once, someone let slip what these potions do to a griffiness, and I haven't forgotten. There's bound to be one hidden in here somewhere, and any griffiness should be able to use it." Gabby elaborated as she began to dig through the dressers, throwing out ragged old clothes.
Scootaloo stepped back from the barrage of tattered rags and other garbage left by the previous tenants, thinking deeply on what Gabby had said. She had explained that, in order to ‘prove herself’ in the way she referred to in the bar, she needed to have sex. Apparently, it was a coming of age ritual among griffins, and losing one’s virginity was held in far higher regard here then back in Equestria. Scootaloo and Gabby were both females, and it had been that which had lead Scootaloo to assume she could not help her desperate friend. After she had expressed that concern however, and after Gabby had rented a room here for the night for both of them to share, was when Gabby had told her about something else.
“So, you said that these potions are secretly traded throughout the Griffin Kingdom. That it’s an elixir that will allow the female who drank it to gain… additional extremities… for a limited amount of time,” Scootaloo asked, looking to her friend.
“That’s right!” Gabby replied, still tearing through the drawers, “One of the potions are usually hidden in the rooms of many inns or brothel bedrooms for the convenience of its guests, and are intended to be used be female griffins that are… well, not satisfied with simply being taken by males all the time.”
The idea made Scootaloo feel both weirded out and slightly aroused. She had to stop herself from wrinkling her muzzle at the idea, even as her nethers began to warm at the strange, yet erotic thought. She'd never thought the one to take her virginity would be a griffin, let alone one of her friends and a female at that. However, she was prepared to help Gabby earn her pride and the respect of the other griffins, even if she was not a griffin herself.
Plus, Scootaloo couldn't hide how much the idea of being rutted by one of her closest friends made her feel, to have a female turn male before her eyes and mate her. The idea was just too too arousing not to experience.
"A-ha! There you are!" Gabby called triumphantly as she held a small vial of purple liquid in her claws, raising it up above her head triumphantly.
Slightly startled by the griffin's sudden shouting, Scootaloo jumped. As she did, the sensation of her own tail brushing against her excited marehood made her shiver. Meanwhile, Gabby turned back to the small orange pegasus, the vial clutched in her talons.
"Well, this is it. All I have to do now is drink it and see if the rumours are true," Gabby said, wrapping her claws around the cork of the vial.
"That’s it? There's not a lot in there. You think it will be enough?" Scootaloo asked, eyes locked on the small vial as Gabby smirked.
"Oh, it'll be enough. This stuff’s very potent. I’ve heard that if you drink too much, it takes longer to wear off and has… much larger effects, meaning some females were stuck with a cock the size of a tree trunk for days!" Gabby exclaimed, earning a wince from Scootaloo at the thought. The more she thought about the possibility of a hen turning into a tom, the more she wanted to see it.
The more she imagined what a griffin’s cock looked like, Scootaloo’s excitement grew at the thought of the transformation her friend may go through. She felt a nervous flutter in her chest as she regarded the bottle, then her heart and small wings began to race as Gabby took off the lid and raised it to her beak.
"Well, bottoms up I suppose" Gabby said with a shrug, then downed the full vial. "With only this much of the potion, I think it’ll only grow to just the right size for a mare like you, Scootaloo. About the size of a griffin tom," she added with a reassuring smile.
Scootaloo gave a small, nervous giggle, yet she felt an anxious wave ripple through her whole body. Her insides were squeezing on themselves in anticipation, the mere idea of what was about to happen making her increasingly wet below her restlessly twitching tail.
While they waited for the potion to take effect, Scootaloo wondered what their other friends may think of this; what would Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom may say if they knew about what was about to happen. Would they be disgusted, curious… maybe even jealous?
The moments grew to minutes and still nothing happened. It was about five minutes of nothing before Scootaloo glanced at Gabby's rear end subtly, and finally spoke again.
"Well, do you feel anything different?" Scootaloo asked, and Gabby put on a thoughtful expression, rising a talon to her beak as she slowly shook herself.
"Not really, just feel kind-of warm. It’s nice actually." Gabby explained, then a second later a loud grumble emanated from her stomach.
Both of them looked back at Gabby's mid-section as it began to groan and gurgle, Gabby feeling as the potion’s warmth started moving lower. The griffin hen’s whole body shook, ruffling her feathers and opening her wings as a hot sensation rapidly built within her torso.
"Ooof, it's got a real kick to it that's–oooo, for sure," Gabby mumbled, clutching her restless abdomen as the bubbling sensation began to grow into an even warmer heat, before slowly starting to trickle down between her rear legs.
Scootaloo didn't say a word as she regarded Gabby's midsection with an intense stare, her rapt fascination increasing alongside her arousal growing with every passing moment. Then, Scootaloo watched as Gabby reached for her crotch with a claw.
"Ooooo, by my tail feathers is feeling really...warm...and feels like it’s...t-this is really making me feel weird. Ugh, m-maybe this wasn't the best idea after all. It f-feels like there's a r-rowdy party going on down there! Arrrrgh!" She groaned, keeling over slightly as she struggled to stagger forward to the bed.
"Gabby! Are you alright?! What's going on, do you feel it yet?!" Scootaloo asked betwixt concern and intrigue as Gabby rolled onto the bed and onto her back.
The transformation inside Gabby continued as she lifted her head to look herself over, removing her outstretched talon and lay on her back, spreading her rear legs wide. Scootaloo rushed over as she griffin let out a low moan, her tail swishing as the gray fur around her vagina began to twist and transform.
"Oh, my… look! It's...it's...I think it's coming!" Gabby cried as the flesh between her legs began to morph.
Scootaloo paused and watched in erotic and disgusted awe as the wet, pink, inside of Gabby's folds began to undulate, slowly reforming into a rod of pale tissue before turning pink. The edges of her vagina began to curl upwards over the newly-growing shaft, slowly wrapping around it to form a furry gray sheath beneath it, Scootaloo watching as small spines also appeared along its length and the tip tapered out, undoubtedly the penis of griffin tom. Below the sheath, her skin bulged and rippled as a pair of large, fur-covered balls began to swell like water balloons, eventually falling loosely toward her tail as they then sagged in the newly-spawned skin.
Meanwhile, Gabby’s whole rear end shifted to accommodate the newly growing organs, and what had once been the slim haunches of a young griffiness became broad and masculine. Furthermore, the muscle mass in her legs increased as they became stronger, as did those of her abdomen. Clearly, this potion did a little more than Gabby originally said, but as Scootaloo watched Gabby's newly-formed griffin member, she didn't care. Right then, all she wanted was to feel that great big cock force its way inside her.
"Wow, that felt amazing!" Gabby exclaimed, throwing her head back against the bed sheets before finally looking back down at her newly-formed cock. "It's bigger than I thought it would be, and it feels kinda heavy too," she observed as she stood, swaying her hips and allowing the unsheathed member to swing side to side. “It looks like a tom’s member, alright.”
Scootaloo stuttered to herself as she watched, all she could think about was that if Gabby's cock was that big now, how long would it be until Gabby mated her? She couldn’t wait.
"Oooh, oooh, oooh,I’ve got to get a better look!" Gabby said as she lifted herself from the bed, and fell to the floor clumsily. "Wow, this is so weird! It feels like there's a whole mail pack between my legs or something. It's heavy!" she added as she struggled to move her new form over to the mirror.
From behind, Scootaloo could see her heavy balls as they rocked between her muscular rear legs, and she noted jovially that they were far larger than most stallions’. Meanwhile, her own rear end was crying out more and more for a piece of that glorious griffin dick. It almost felt as if the sight of Gabby growing a huge cock had ushered her to go into her heat then and there.
"This is so great! Just look at me! I bet most of those guys down there in the bar would kill to have a wang like this!" Gabby eagerly observed as she stood on her hind legs and let her cock rest on the desktop in front of the vanity, running her claws along it playfully as she did so. "Plus, every time I move it feels like it's getting bigger. It feels like it's getting kind-of...tighter? Look, it's like a tree branch or something it's so hard right now!" she added, turning back to Scootaloo and pointing to her erect cock as it swung into view.
"Sure is Gabbs… " Scootaloo replied, rubbing the tip of her nose with a hoof as she let out a nervous chuckle. "So, you know where you want to start? You still wanna have sex, right?"
Gabby thought about that for a moment, then took another look down at her cock like it was the most important thing in the world to her right now.
"Yeah, I do, but...well, I can already feel something building inside it, kinda like when I’m getting close to having an orgasm when I touch myself as a hen. Then again, I've no idea how to use this thing so…yeah, you got any ideas?" she asked, and Scootaloo felt another wave of lust-filled heat roll through her.
"Well, I could..." Scootaloo wracked her mind for anything she knew about sex, despite how abnormal the situation was; trying to remember her sex-ed class back in Ponyville Elementary, back when she and most of her other filly friends had gone into their first heats. “Well, I’d kinda just like to touch it, maybe rub it with my hooves for now. Get a feel for it, y’know?”
Gabby smiled and shifted so her hefty, fifteen-inch erection swung between her muscular rear legs, then clumsily made her way back over to the bed.
"Sounds good to me. Start small then go for the big stuff, right?" Gabby asked as she laid on her back, rear legs spread and draped over the side on the end of the bed and spreading her legs.
To Scootaloo, the entire thing was big. She could look anywhere and that cock would still be far larger than anything she'd even dreamed about before. Then again, she'd never really dreamed about stallions before, save for when she was in heat. If Gabby had drunk more of the potion, that member could have been far larger. The thought alone made Scootaloo shiver. This would be hard enough to fit inside of herself as is.
"I suppose you are right about starting smaller," Scootaloo muttered as she nervously approached the awaiting griffin, then sat down just inches from Gabby’s massive cock, “Though, this is plenty ‘big stuff’ as it is...”
Gabby lifted her head to look back at Scootaloo, cocking it to one aside to peer past her grand member. Then she nodded, that same lovely smile plastered on her cute face even now. Scootaloo, couldn't resist that adorable, almost innocent face, even if Gabby now had the biggest dick she’d ever seen. Matter of fact, the only dick she’d ever seen.
Scootaloo then looked at the thick, spined breeding tool before her, then her own hoof. She could only hope the barbs weren’t as sharp as they looked. Then, in that instant, all aspects of timid restraint were abandoned as took Gabby's thick base between her hooves.
Gabby felt the warm, soft hooves of her friend wrap around her length and gave a grunt as her hips shifted upwards on a foreign instinct, a desire to plunge deep inside of something coming to bear as Scootaloo’s hooves played over her sensitive member. “Oh wow! It feels just like you’re rubbing inside of my pussy when I was a female!” Gabby moaned, the parallels obvious to her.
Scootaloo nodded, then proceeded to travel up the tapered spire from the base, feeling the spines on it prickling along her hooves, but it wasn’t painful. The spines were indeed firm, but they didn’t seem to cause any harm, leading Scootaloo to wonder how they’d feel scraping inside her depths. Whether it would feel great or hurt badly…
Scootaloo continued to softly rub until she met the narrow tip, making Gabby moan out as she jerked her hips up sharply. “A-Ah! It feels just like you rubbed my clit!” Gabby moaned, and, at that clear approval, Scootaloo continued to gently pinch the tip between her hooves, earning more sweet moans from her friend’s throat.
Scootaloo continued to give Gabby a slow hoofjob, getting her introduced to the feelings of having a cock with gentle up-and-down motions along her whole length for a few minutes, before she got another idea. "I could try to suck it…” Scootaloo proposed, “Rainbow Dash told me that stallions always like a ‘blow job’. Not that you're a stallion! Just an idea." Scootaloo finally stammered.
“Yeah...I think I’d like to try that.” Gabby said, an excitement bubbling up in her chest. If a hoofjob had felt good, she wondered how much better a ‘blowjob’ would feel.
As Scootaloo moved so her head was between Gabby’s legs instead of her hooves, Gabby could feel the warm breath of her friend on her shaft, making it twitch in reaction. “Ready?” Scootaloo asked, before getting an eager nod from Gabby. As she watched Scootaloo’s muzzle take in her tip, the griffiness felt a wave of endorphins flood her system as Scootaloo's wet, heated mouth slid up her length, her tongue ending up wrapping and licking its way around her hot tip. Immediately, Gabby could see why male griffins like this so much, and she knew this was just the beginning.
“A-ah! S-Scoots, that feels amazing!” Gabby moaned out, her hips slowly pumping in reaction to the stimulation.
Scootaloo grinned at such a reaction, then continued to caress the end of her stiff rod, coating it with saliva as she slowly moved her way further down the widening shaft. The spines didn’t hurt her mouth as it turned out, feeling more like they were tickling her than anything.As she watched the base slowly thickening, she could only imagine what that would feel like stretching her marehood out.
Scootaloo only managed to reach about halfway down Gabby's huge cock before its tip pressed against the back of her throat. It was at that moment that she realized just how big of a dick that that small amount of potion had given Gabby, and part of her really, really longed to see what would have happened had the griffin downed far more of the stuff. She knew, however, that this likely would be the perfect size for her as it were.
Meanwhile, Gabby rolled her hips and shifted with the pleasure of her first blowjob, the touch of Scootaloo's tongue massaging against her new features unbearably arousing, even more so than the sensation from when the new set of organs were growing from within. She couldn't help but notice Scootaloo was unable to take it all, and thought that maybe she had taken too much of the elixir after all.
“You doing okay down there? I-It’s not too m-much, right?” Gabby asked.
Scootaloo immediately shook her head ‘no’.
Regardless of being unable to take her friend’s entirety into her muzzle, Scootaloo soon drew back and arched her neck, voraciously taking the upper half of Gabby’s hard cock over and over into her muzzle while working the lower half with her hooves. Gabby could feel a new sensation building within her core and surging down towards her new genitalia, feeling as though her whole length were thickening even more, especially at the base. She didn't know if not being able to control it was something she liked or not, yet she was loving every second regardless. She also felt an intense need to hilt herself into the warmth, all the way to her base.
“I...I think something’s...happ-happening!” Gabby warned, her thrusts growing more rapid.
Scootaloo could sense that lack of control in her friend’s staccato thrusts as the griffin reeled in blissful pleasure, clutching at and shredding the tattered bed sheets further with her talons, her tail swishing and tongue lolling from her mouth.
Small beads of pre-cum were seeping from Gabby's shaft, and as the tip began to swell in Scootaloo’s mouth as she watched the base of it grow obscenely large, at least three inches in diameter, Scootaloo knew it wouldn't be long before the inexperienced griffin reached her first male climax.
As she sensed her partner was near her finish, Gabby’s throbbing length leaking small gushes of pre now, Scootaloo suddenly stopped and pulled back, running her tongue along the underside of Gabby's stiff rod one last time as she did so, before then slowly wiping the saliva from her muzzle. ‘Always keep them wanting more, always on the edge of their orgasm, but don’t set them over until you know they’re good and ready, or they’re inside you and make you cum too.’ Rainbow Dash had told her when giving her the infamous talk about stallions and mares; the birds and the bees, as it were. Right now Gabby was at least part male, so Scootaloo guessed the same rules applied.
Besides, Scootaloo wasn't having as much fun with Gabby’s cock in her mouth as she knew she could have.
There were other, far more itching and burning places she'd much rather it be forced into instead.
"Aw Scoots, why did you stop? That felt absolutely amazing! It felt like I was going to burst in a really good way!" Gabby cried as Scootaloo crept onto the bed with her. She’d been so close when Scootaloo had stopped, in fact, that it almost hurt when she had. Her whole length was still intensely swollen, especially at the base; on the brink of orgasm, yet it’d been denied.
"Well, I thought we should move it along, you know…to real sex? Didn't you say you have to ‘well and truly knot and seed your female’ or ‘be knotted and seeded’ by a male for it to count?" Scootaloo teased, brushing a hoof down over Gabby’s saliva-glistening cock and tracing around her massive base, ushering a shiver from the griffin. “...and I presume this is the infamous griffin ‘knot’ that locks the two griffins together until the female ovulates and gets pregnant?”
Gabby took one look at the smaller mare and nodded. “Yep, that’s my knot…it’s super-sensitive, almost like having a second clit!” Gabby commented, then watched as Scootaloo turned slightly and raised her tail to the griffin, showing off the entirety of her winking, soaked arousal.
"Well Gabbs, what are you waiting for? Don't you wanna help me out with my little problem too?" Scootaloo beckoned, clearly liking what she’d seen and felt, the scent of ‘male’ aggravating her desire to be mounted that much more. She eagerly swished her tail across Gabby's stomach, before hiking it up over her back in invitation, her clit winking as her vulva dribbled her fluids onto the bed.
“Please?”
Gabby shifted to stand at the obvious invitation to mate, then crawled over towards Scootaloo before hopping up and sliding her upper half onto her back, hooking her talons lightly over her shoulders and mounting her on her new-found instinct. dwarfing the pegasus beneath her larger frame.
"You really sure about this?" Gabby asked, even though, from the primal glint in her eyes, Scootaloo could tell she likely wouldn't happily take ‘no’ for an answer.
"Oh Celestia yes I'm ready!" Scootaloo replied sharply, swaying her hips between Gabby's muscular tights, "Didn't think this is how my first time having sex would go through, being rutted by a hen-turned-tom." She added that with a coy smile.
Gabby' grinned as she pulled back her hips, ready to slip her new phallus inside Scootaloo's wantonly winking marehood, only to pause at the last minute in confusion.
"What is it?" Scootaloo asked, glancing back over her shoulder at the confused griffin, and trying hard to let her impatience show as wet juices began to trickle down her legs from her burning pussy.
Gabby, blushed hard and looked down at Scootaloo's rear awkwardly as she lifted her purple tail out of the way.
“Please just shove it in already!" Scootaloo cried out, shoving her rear end back and taking Gabby slightly by surprise with her eagerness to be bred. As luck would have it, Scootaloo's aim was on-point, causing the tip of Gabby’s penis to easily slide into her moist cavern.
Gabby jumped as the tip of her cock was shoved inside Scootaloo, feeling the hot, wet tightness surrounding it more as Scootaloo’s hips shifted more against her, her male instincts triggering at that sensation of a female’s squeezing warmth wrapped around her breeding rod. “Oh my g-gah…S-scoots, this f-feels...”
Meanwhile, the pegasus let out a sharp gasp as her nerves sparked up like decorative lights on Hearth Warming Eve when the spines on Gabby’s penis rubbed against her entrance, an entirely new sensation. She also felt the sting of her hymen being broken, her virginity taken as Gabby pushed into her. “AH! W-wait a sec I…ow!” Scootaloo said, the pain obvious in her voice, causing Gabby to stop instantly.
“Oh dear! I forgot a mare’s first time always hurts! I’m so sorry, we hens don’t have to go through that!” Gabby exclaimed, meanwhile feeling Scootaloo’s warm insides gently squeezing her member, her canal getting used to its first filling. More important to her, however, was Scootaloo’s pained expression.
“Y-yeah...I-I mean I’m OK!” Scootaloo said, trying to put on a brave face for Gabby. In all honesty, it hadn’t hurt much given how well-lubed she was. It was more of a surprise than anything.
“I’m so sorry I was so rough! I can pull out if you need me to!” Gabby exclaimed, but subconsciously that was the last thing she wanted to do.
“N-nah, I’ll be OK. Just....one sec.” Scoots replied, squirming a bit to get comfortable as her small wings stood erect.
Loyal to her word, Gabby held completely still, half-hilted despite her body telling her to thrust deeper into her mate. Eventually, however, Scootaloo gave a quiet sigh, her canal’s spazmatic squeezes of before slowing and becoming more of a ripple, the pain easily fading into a gentle thrumming sensation alongside the fullness of before.
“By Celestia, I can feel your heart beating inside me…” Scootaloo cooed, the novelty of that fact sinking in, “I think I’m okay now…you know what to do.”
“Yeah I…uh…I’ve seen some griffins ‘doing it’ before…” Gabby said, even still blushing a bit despite being halfway inside a mare’s passage, “All I do is thrust right? Nothing you ponies do different?”
“Mmm-nope. You just pull it out and put it back in a bunch.” Scoots replied, getting a nod from Gabby, “Go ahead, I’m ready. I want you to rut me.”
Gabby took a deep breath, and with that, pushed the rest of the way in.
The feeling of that huge length slowly sliding deeper into her was beyond amazing. Scootaloo could feel every inch as it steadily massaged the silken walls of her canal, the immense girth filling and stretching her further. Even with Gabby's inexperience, Scootaloo could feel the tip sinking deeper and deeper, and decided wriggled her hip to facilitate its passage into her as Gabby finally began to force it deeper with her own strength.
"Ohhhh yeah, that’s it Gabbs!” Scoots moaned as she felt the tip nearing her cervix, finally pressing against it with Gabby’s knot pressed against her swollen, dripping vulva. “Mmm, now that you’ve felt everything, rut me! Rut me like a slut with that glorious cock!" Scootaloo muttered, the heat coursing through her pussy with how aroused she was. In response, Gabby pressed herself close to Scootaloo's back, their hot, sweaty bodies meeting that much closer as Gabby grasped Scootaloo's shoulders tightly.
Feeling the extra weight of the griffin on her, Scootaloo’s legs stiffened to support her ‘stallion’, the walls of her pussy going taut around Gabby's hard cock as the griffin leaned in close to her erect ears.
"Okay Scoots, you asked for all of it..." Gabby teased with a sultry tone, and all Scootaloo could do was gasp as Gabby pulled back, and all of that new equipment shifted. Something Scootaloo had noticed earlier was that a griffin’s spines were pointed backwards, something Scootaloo could only imagine had to do with stimulating the female somehow, whether it be to pleasure her more or cause her to ovulate she couldn’t be sure. She knew one thing for sure though.
It was very stimulating.
“Oh buck!” Scootaloo cried out as she felt the mixture of pain and pleasure of the firm spikes raking along her sensitive canal from Gabby pulling out, making Scootaloo’s body give an involuntary shudder.
“Oh-mi-gosh! I hope I didn’t hurt you!” Gabby said, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. She’d heard that a tom’s spines could hurt or feel great depending on their mate. She’d also heard that it was intensely stimulating, encouraging a griffin hen to ovulate for her tom so he could fertilize her eggs directly.
“N-nah, I’m...wow that’s intense…” Scootaloo said, feeling Gabby’s tip pressed just inside her entrance, earning an encouraging wink from her clit, “It kind-of hurt, but it’s a good hurt, y’know?”
“So...this is okay? I can keep going?”
“Yeah, I like it. It feels so warm...and I feel so full with you inside of me...go ahead and fill me up!”
Gabby slowly slid her thick shaft back in, tip pressed against cervix. She steeled her legs as she felt the knot press against Scootaloo’s vulva, struggling to gain entrance. Gabby pressed harder, trying to force the knot into Scootaloo. She chirped and squawked, and eventually the entire swollen knot popped into Scootaloo, both parties screaming with pleasure and Scootaloo’s pussy clamping down and around the base.
It was like a battering ram that shoved Scootaloo down into the bed sheets, and the smaller mare had to grit her teeth as the thin tip of Gabby's cock breached her cervix near painlessly as nature had designed it to. Once again, Scootaloo felt some pain, but she also felt something very, very deep inside of her; something that made her breeding instincts very pleased. Scootaloo had to wonder how big of a cock that potion could make, but such thoughts were swiftly overcome as Gabby began to gyrate against Scootaloo. The knot was forced in and out like a well-oiled piston, the spines on the shaft making her cry out in a mixture of pain and ecstasy each time Gabby pulled out, Scootaloo’s pussy greedily swallowing the knot each time.
"Oh yeah, now I can see why the toms love sex so much!" Gabby called out, squeezing Scootaloo tighter to herself on instinct as their shifting bodies clashed as her cock was forced in and out of Scootaloo's stretched canal, “This feels amazing!”
Scootaloo meanwhile felt what it felt like to be a griffin hen, her passage being filled, her passage being raked so deliciously painfully by those spines, her mind barely able to distinguish pain from the pleasure anymore as a hazy veil of both sensations merged and blanketed Scootaloo’s mind. Scoots could feel her own orgasm building, slowly growing every time Gabby's cock raked its way over her sensitive clit and parted her tight folds or pulled out to rake those spines along her passage on the way out and earning a clench and wink from Scootaloo. Each time Gabby rammed herself back in, the knot ground against her winking clit as Gabby hilted, before repeating the whole process.
Scootaloo could even feel Gabby's massive balls beating against her ass with each hilt, a loud, fleshy slap sounding each time. Gabby removed her claws from Scootaloo's shoulders, then slowly drew them over the smooth curves of her hunches, squeezing both of her Cutie Marks hard, before locking her talons around her wide, foal-bearing hips. With her new grip, Gabby began to slam into the smaller mare harder and faster, drawing her cock back further, only to slam in just as hard.
Scootaloo felt the knot pressed against her clit every time, sending massive waves of pleasure through her. Gabby’s cock had swollen a bit more since she'd entered, now very thick but somewhat thinner in width until half-down its shaft, though it still felt absolutely huge to Scoots given her general inexperience.
Scootaloo rocked her hips over and over against the thrusting cock on instinct, keeping the hard length inside her as Gabby’s rut grew into a frenzy of short, rapid thrusts that barely left her at all. Then, her gray feathered friend leaned close over her back again, sweat-ladened feathers rubbing against her own hot fur and wings.
"Oh-oh...S-Scoots I-I have t-this feeling, s-something’s coming...Oh, I-I th-think...I–I'm cumming!" Gabby stammered, her thrusts making Scootaloo delirious, high on the endorphins from the pain and pleasure of griffin mating.
“C-cum in me! Knot me, I wanna feel it!” Scootaloo said drunkenly, then took a deep breath and braced herself as Gabby added a huge amount of force to her thrusts, trying on instinct to knot her mate properly, and succeeded in forcing the tennis-ball-sized bulb into Scootaloo’s entrance with an especially hard thrust.
“S-scoots!” the griffiness howled in pleasure as her cock’s tip sank into Scootaloo's womb, breaching past her cervix. Gabby could feel her knot being so tightly grasped in Scootaloo’s passage, her muscles kneading it, it feeling to Gabby as if her natural body’s clit were under a barrage of kneading squeezes.
Scootaloo, meanwhile, just grimaced at the rough onslaught of sensations, intense pain and pleasure stimulating her more than anything she'd ever experienced before as her entrance stretched to suddenly accommodate the massive intruder.
"B-buck me!," Scootaloo growled as Gabby's eyes rolled back in her head, feeling the knot flare even more, locking them together and stretching Scootaloo’s sensitive entrance further than she imagined it ever could be, unable to even wink because her vulva was pulled so taut.
With one last great thrust that forced Scootaloo to grimace and grasp the pillows hard, Gabby's cock finally exploded, filling the small mare with blast upon blast of blissfully hot cum directly into her womb. Scootaloo could feel the river of warm cream filling her up and bubbling within her womb, stretching her insides tight after only the first few massive blasts, forcing them to expand even more as the griffin pumped her full.
As Gabby mindlessly continued to thrust in and out her, pumping her up like a balloon, Scootaloo could rapidly feel her own orgasm approaching. Instinct took hold and she lifted her hips high into the underside of Gabby's crotch, feeling the warm pool of cum the griffin was blasting into her coat every nook and cranny of her stuffed cunt.
"G-Gabbs! I’m c-cumming too!" she barely managed to force out as the fire inside her marehood became ever hotter, her clenches turning into the milking motions of an orgasming mare.
In response, Gabby thrust into Scootaloo hard and with one great cry of pleasure the pegasus beat her hooves against the covers, her hips quivering violently as her hardest, and one of the longest climaxes she’d ever had finally erupted, covering Gabby's cock with a jet of sticky mare-cum. Each pulse of thick griffin cum was milked into her womb by Scootaloo’s convulsing passage, throwing her again and again into intense orgasm after orgasm as her climaxes chained together, leaving Scootaloo unable to focus on anything but the blinding pleasure pouring like molten lava throughout her.
"T-that’s… oh wow..." Scootaloo moaned as she slowly slid back down from her high nearly a minute later, more concrete feelings coming into focus; the feeling of a thick, warm wetness pooled deep in her belly, the still-throbbing length throughout her entire tract still pulsing more and more seed into her, and finally the ludicrously massive knot still binding her and Gabby together, as it would for a long time yet.
Gabby, meanwhile, pounded her several more times before going slack on her, her cock still occasionally pulsing a much smaller shot of hot, sticky, fresh baby-batter into Scootaloo’s oven. She fell onto Scootaloo’s back, her cock never seeming to stop pulsing within her.
Scootaloo could feel all of the virile griffin seed weighing heavily within her now, and as she struggled to roll onto her side, she looked down to see a huge distended bulge in her stomach, as well as the other huge bulge preventing anything from escaping.
The thought of the lake of hot cum swilling about within her made her all the more horny, not to mention it was more than enough evidence that Gabby had ‘proved herself’. She was most certainly no longer a virgin. Scootaloo could only assume that the potion also made those that consume it more virile too, for how else would Gabby have filled her to the point of looking pregnant and still have enough cum left in her to even still keep pumping small squirts into her already bloated uterus?
"By Celestia that was great," Scootaloo muttered as she rubbed her swollen stomach with a hoof, the sensation of being completely full making her hips start shifting again, the thickly-swollen knot tugging almost-painfully at her distended vulva making her moan at the sensation of the engorged shaft.
Gabby looked about ready to respond too, but then she saw the massive bulge in her friend's midsection and paused, also feeling as Scootaloo kept grinding against her, adding her own weak humps to the mix.
"Bless my beak, did I do that?" Gabby asked in shock some minutes of humping against Scootaloo’s grinds, reaching out to feel her knot that was causing the massive bump locking them together, before following the swollen length of her penis up to the much softer bulge of her cum held in by it. "How's that even possible?"
"Yeah you sure did. It felt like there's a whole ocean of the stuff in there. Good thing we mares are really stretchy in there!" Scootaloo said, tapping the large mass with a hoof and giggling as it rippled. "By Celestia, it's so hot. You were so good!" she added, rolling her hips, trying to stimulate Gabby and keep her throbbing those immensely-satisfying pulses into her. Gabby’s body only too gladly obliged.
Gabby smiled and reached out to pet Scootaloo's cum-filled bulge with a claw. She’d put that in her. She’d filled Scootaloo that full of cum, and even still felt her shaft throbbing, adding that much more to the growing mass.
"Seeing you like that is so sexy. Make me feel like mating you again once my knot deflates…. but doing it with a cock… it doesn't feel right… not with you." Those words didn't quite sound seductive to Scootaloo, instead, it sounded like there was a truth to them. That maybe Gabby hadn’t wanted to ‘do it’ like this, but felt pressured into it.
Scootaloo considered that maybe Gabby liked her in a way that didn’t involve magical potions or stupid griffin proving rituals. Maybe there was something more about Gabby than simply wanting to prove herself to her peers by having sex with another, and right now, after having felt the stocky hybrid rut her like the mare she was, she could feel it too. She could already feel cum leaking from her still-clenching folds, not that she cared. Yet she couldn't deny that, while it felt amazingly hot to be all stuffed with Gabby's cum like this, she didn't quite feel the same way about it as she did when looked at the griffin tied to her.
"So you're saying you want to have sex without a cock next time?" Scootaloo asked, and Gabby looked her dead in the eyes as she nodded.
"It feels good having this penis and being knotted to you like this but… but I'm not a tom! I'd rather, you know, have sex as myself, not some weird mixture… sex… thing," she responded, letting her cum-soaked cock slide from Scootaloo’s grip as its knot finally started to go soft nearly twenty minutes later, followed by a huge rush of pent-up cum from Scootaloo soaking the bed.
Scootaloo shifted forwards, dragging her bulging stomach with her as she wrapped her forehooves around Gabby's neck. The hot, sweaty feathers softened under her grip and she looked right into Gabby's green eyes.
"You’re saying you want to do this again, you know, as something maybe more than just sex?" Scootaloo asked and, swallowing her anxiety, Gabby nodded.
"Yeah...Scoots, I think I kinda…look, I know you're supposed to say stuff like this before having sex, but...I think I love you."
Gabby's timid words were cut off as Scootaloo pressed her muzzle to the griffin's beak and forced her tongue inside. Shock took over Gabby's mind for only a mere moment before their tongues began to wrestle and twist around one another like snakes, each giving quiet moans of approval at the tingles rolling through them. Then after a long moment of passionate kissing, Scootaloo finally pulled back.
"Yeah, I think I'd be up for something like that," the pegasus purred softly, lidded eyes focused on Gabby intently.
"Really?!" Gabby beamed and in an instant she was hugging Scootaloo, seeming unaware of her hot sticky cock as it was forced between their bellies.
Feeling Gabby's soaked length pressing against her bloated belly, Scootaloo's arousal came back in full force, only this time it was backed up by a good amount of other sensations than just lust. She leaned back as Gabby's tight grip loosened, steadying herself as the weight of her cum filled belly rocked. That wasn't to say she couldn't take anymore cum inside her, however, and at that she once again looked at Gabby's still very erect cock.
"So Gabby, if we're going to be, you know, together…how long you got that thing for?" Scootaloo asked, a sultry smile parting her muzzle as she ground against Gabby's cock. She felt her lust rising up in her again despite being filled full once, wanting even more.
Gabby glanced down, grabbing the rapidly re-hardening rod in her claws. Then she looked back up quickly, before grabbing Scootaloo's shoulder with her free talon and smiling.
"Just for the night, the potion will wear off by sunrise, why?" she asked, and immediately Scootaloo's smile grew as she rubbed her swollen belly and swayed her hips.
"Why? Oh Gabbs, I've not felt this horny in...forever! I'm already stuffed full of your cum, but you want to see how much more of it I can take?" she purred, standing and allowing her bulging belly to swing between her hind legs as she lifted her hips and flicked her tail to the side again, showing her cum-oozing snatch to Gabby again. Offering herself to be bred again.
Gabby took one look at Scootaloo display and smile to herself giddily. "Oh Scoots, I'm always happy to help. I suppose we can use this thing until it disappears, and after that I’ll have you just as I want you, when I’m a hen again. Not half tom," she said, before mounting Scootaloo, earning a deep moan from her mate as she once more sunk into her cum-painted tunnel.
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Scootaloo lay happily on the bed that winter’s night, smiling as she felt the griffiness’ wing wrapped around her. Gabby had long ago moved to Ponyville to live with Scootaloo, indeed having chosen to within the week of their agreement to become a couple. What had transpired from that night of unrestrained, unprotected lust that they’d lost their virginities to each other, however, was only all the more reason for Gabby to join her mare.
Scootaloo’s belly was very swollen under the wing of her lover, the semen produced by the potion’s spawned testes apparently quite virile indeed. Scootaloo was now pregnant by the griffiness she was proud to call her mare-friend, with her having gone into estrus during the time they’d bred, it being Spring despite the cold winter-like weather of the high-altitude Griffinstone. Whether griffins could really crossbreed with ponies like the myths she’d heard of it was always something Scootaloo had wondered, but this had surely answered that question. The little colt growing within surely proved it could happen, her and the hybrid child growing within her being living proof of such.
“Scoots, I can feel him kicking!” Gabby cooed, her wing gently brushing along her lover’s lower abdomen.
“Yeah, he’s–ooof, really been getting more and more active this last month. I’d imagine the next four months ought to be fun…” Scootaloo said, finishing with a chuckle as she rubbed her shifting belly softly.
She’d never imagined that her one-night fling with Gabby would lead to her having a hippogriff foal of her own, but here she was, her foal-swollen belly being cuddled by her lover; the griffin hen who had impregnated her.
“I still can’t believe our first time mating did this, and that you’re OK with carrying my foal. I still don’t get it; why didn’t you tell me you were in heat before you agreed to have sex with me?” Gabby asked, frowning a bit.
The news of Scootaloo being pregnant with her child had been a major surprise to Gabby, but when Scootaloo has asked her to come stay with her in her house in Ponyville, Gabby couldn’t refuse, nor did she want to. She loved her, and would be only too proud to help raise their foal.
“I told you before, I didn’t know! I lost track of the date.” Scootaloo responded, but as she felt the beak of her lover kiss along her neck, she could only shudder. “Either way, I’m kind-of glad I did get knocked up by you. I’ve never loved someone so much.”
Gabby blushed as she held Scootaloo in a spooning cuddle happily, both wings wrapped around her as their foal continued to kick. “Well, I’m glad too. I love you Scootaloo.”
“I love you too Gabbs.”
The two then lay there and watched the fire crackle that winter’s night, holding their lover close to them and keeping each other warm. As Gabby’s talon gently rubbed over Scootaloo’s foal-filled belly, only one thought crossing her mind: My foal, my mare…