> Three Gryphons and a Fashion Pony
>  by TheVClaw
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> Chapter One: Wetting the Gryphons' Whistles
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Even with the night sky as dark as the deepest coat of royal purple, the city of Manehattan was shining brightly as a beacon against the tranquil Equestrian landscape. With the way the massive buildings stayed fully illuminated, and the seemingly endless traffic of ponies that constantly moved through the streets below, it would’ve been hard to find much of a difference between Manehattan in the nighttime as opposed to the day. And with almost all the businesses in the area boasting signs about being open twenty-four hours a day, it was clear why it was named the City that Never Sleeps.

Of course, despite being just as lively as the rest of the city, the quaint district of Greenhoof Village was much less congested of impatient ponies or carriages. Along its cobblestone streets, most of the buildings were fairly small and self-contained to make the area feel more like a gentle town than the rest of Manehattan. However, near the edge of the district closest to Middle Park, one of the largest buildings in the area towered almost thirty stories high in the night’s sky. Not only did it overlook most of the city, but its location made it one of the most sought-after real estate properties in all of Manehattan. But due to its lavish apartments with massive square footage, only the wealthiest of ponies could get a piece of its prime property.

One of those ponies, a unicorn who carried a lush navy coat alongside a coiffed silver mane, had a smile as wide as a colt in a room full of bouncy balls. Given how much his teeth were showing as he trotted cheerfully, it could’ve been assumed that the purple sunglasses he had over his eyes (at night, nonetheless) were only there to keep himself from being blinded by his own pearly whites. With each spring in his step, the plaid red scarf tied around his neck bounced up and down while flowing against the spring air; his saddlebag, which carried the same pattern as his scarf, hung on his back while holding his purchases from the night’s charity auction. And on the pony’s flank, three yellow stars stuck out tremendously against his blue fur.

Of course, the stallion made sure to keep his flank in constant motion as he walked. Knowing how well the colors of his cutie mark differed from his tail and coat, he knew that any eyes that were peering back at him would be directed towards his rear. His tail swished around with each pronounced sway of his hips, intentionally giving the slightest hint of a teasing display without being so obvious. Besides, the night was young, so it probably wouldn’t have been appropriate to be too blunt this early.

And given the three gryphons who were following him and cackling with each other playfully, the last thing the stallion wanted was to give a poor impression~

Humming a cheery tune to himself, the unicorn’s horn lit up with a glittery yellow aura as he pulled a key card from the inside of his scarf. After using the card to open the main door of his apartment building, the stallion held the door open to allow his three guests to enter the lobby first. Inside the massive and luxurious space, two security ponies behind a round desk watched with narrowed eyes as the three gryphons stepped inside and gawked at the size of the place. Even though the building did have a gryphon guest on the seventeenth floor, that gryphoness looked nothing like the three here who carried identical brown feathers and tan bodies. However, as soon as the unicorn came in from behind them, both guards relaxed and sighed.

“Ah, Mister Fashion Plate!” said the security guard with a grey coat and an orange mane underneath his cap. “How did that art auction go?”

Carrying a giddy smile on his face, Fashion Plate giggled as he trotted up to the desk. “Oh, believe me,” he said with a raised brow to the guard and his brown-coated partner, “I have a feeling that event might end up in the papers first thing tomorrow!”

Fashion Plate then lit his horn to pick up the clipboard on the desk. “But for now, I was itching to show my three guests some proper Manehattan hospitality~” Motioning to the gryphons behind him, who were helping themselves to the giant bowl of candy that was by the door like a group of kids, the stallion saw both guards chuckle with knowing smirks back at him.

“Again?” asked the brown guard with both brows raised. “I mean, I’m not judging, but I’m surprised you’re even able to walk after those Wonderbolts on Monday!”

“Oh, you!” Fashion Plate jeered with a wave of his hoof and a giggle. Even though he liked to keep his endeavours private, he didn’t mind a little teasing from the building's security staff every now and then. After all, they happened to have the same brand of hoofcuffs as he did, so he liked being on friendly terms in case he ever needed an extra key. But with more prominent ideas swimming through his head, the stallion signed his name in the clipboard while saying, “Well, if you two don’t mind, I’d like to get my friends upstairs pronto, if you catch my drift.”

“Absolutely sir,” said the grey stallion with a nod. He then leaned out to catch the attention to the three gryphons who mowed down half the bowl. “Gentlemen? We need some IDs for verification, and you also need to sign your names for access.”

All three of them paused and looked back at the desk with a unified, “Hmm?” After swallowing whatever candy was in their beaks, the group went up to the desk while leaving a large pile of wrappers on the floor. Fortunately, all of them had their passports from the Gryphon Kingdom to hand to the two while signing in the clipboard. 

“Alright then…” The brown guard pulled his hat up a bit so it wouldn’t cover his eyes from the names listed on the IDs. The picture of the first one was for a fairly muscular gryphon with a large beak and a short-cropped head free of any long feathers. He looked up at the gryphon in question and asked for verification, “Name, please?”

After jotting his name underneath Fashion Plate’s, the athletic-looking gryphon looked back up at the guard and answered, “Blaze Clawston.”

“Alright, thank you.” Since it matched the name listed, the guard gave Blaze his ID back with no issues and picked up the next. Even though the face and colors itself were identical to the first gryphon, it was clear this one was a bit skinnier. He also had what looked to be heavy eyeliner in his photo, as well as a few of the longer feathers on his head braided together to hang over his face. While the grey guard stared at the gryphon with narrowed eyes, not realizing he’s seen him on some of his son’s Talon Ripper posters in his room, the other guard read the passport before asking, “Your name, sir?”

“Blade Clawston, sir,” said the gryphon in what had to be the fakest-sounding Trottingham accent the guards ever heard. Of course, given how large the three gryphons looked, neither of them snickered at the response as Blade was given his passport back. “Thanks, mate.” 

Blade already wrote his name on the sheet, so the only gryphon left was the largest of the three. His head-feathers were relatively normal-length, but he also carried a gargantuan size that put him a foot over the other two. With his broad shoulders and hulking stature, the brown guard was quickly reminded of the full form of Saddle Rager from the Power Ponies comics. Nevertheless, he made sure to ask after seeing his info, “And your name?”

“Blane,” replied the gryphon with a smirk after signing under his brothers’ names. “Blane Clawston.” He then snapped his talons before pointing to a row of potted flowers behind the guards that were sitting on the back shelf. “By the way, you might want to move those dahlias to a higher spot so they’re closer to the light. Otherwise they’re gonna wilt and look all grungy.”

Neither of the guards was sure how the gryphon would know something like that, but they both turned around to see that the vase of purple flowers was drooping a little. Meanwhile, Blane followed his brothers as they went with Fashion Plate towards the elevator. The unicorn used his key card once more to open the elevator doors, and let the three brothers enter first. Fortunately, the elevator was more than spacious enough for himself and his guests when the door closed and rode them up to their floor. 

The brown guard huffed with a cheeky smirk and asked his partner, “So, what do you think Fashion Plate has planned for them?”

“Who knows?” With a shrug, the grey stallion picked up his novel and opened it to the bookmark. “Just as long as we don’t get any noise complaints, I’m not gonna ask.”





When the door to the elevator opened with a small “Ding!” the three gryphons were shocked to see that there wasn’t a hallway when they reached their floor. Instead, the door opened directly to the spacious penthouse Fashion Plate owned. From the pristine kitchen packed with all the top-of-the-line amenities, to the wooden spiral staircase that lead to the upstairs loft, it was clear that the unicorn had to have spent a small fortune to afford a place this lavish. Sculptures of different eras and artists were placed in spotless glass displays along the walls, which had gorgeous framed artworks hanging between them to give the space some style. There were also several frames hung that carried distinct cover pages of Cosmare Magazine, each with its own lighting attached to the sides so they would always be illuminated and shown in the space. 

Fashion Plate trotted into his apartment with a pronounced prance while pulling his latest addition from his saddlebag. “Well, don’t be shy, boys!” With his horn lit, the stallion floated the Zebrican sculpture towards an empty display case while looking over at his guests with a smile. “Come on in! Make yourselves at home!”

Blaze was the first to step out of the elevator and walk inside the gorgeous space. “Holy crap, dude!” gawked the gryphon while looking around and blinking repeatedly. “Is this seriously what you can afford by running a magazine?! That isn’t porn?!?”

Fashion Plate laughed at that remark while closing the case to his sculpture of a well-endowed zebra. With the way it was positioned, the Zebrican Fertility Idol stood prominently with a fabulous view of its new home. “Well, Cosmare Magazine is the best source for the latest and greatest in fashion! Competition is crazy sometimes, but you don’t make it to the top without making a good amount of bits!”

“I’ll say, man…” Blade and his brother Blane were already looking around the kitchen, with the skinny one grabbing an apple from the island counter. After taking a bite, Blade looked back at their host and asked, “Oi! You ever visit the Playcolt Mansion before?”

“Once,” answered the stallion as he trotted to the walk-in pantry beside the kitchen, “and I must say, that place is absolutely radiant! For me though, I don’t think I need an actual zoo in my house to have fun…” After a small bout of silence, Fashion Plate strolled out of the room with a dainty metal cart that was filled with various bottles of liquor and spirits. He waited until he was in sight of the gryphons before saying with a randy grin, “Especially when my parties get wild enough as it is!”

Blane, who was preoccupied with the contents of the fridge, popped his head out and became bug-eyed at the sight of the cart. “Ho, boy! Now we have a party!”

Blaze was the first of the three to stroll up the cart, just as Fashion Plate used his magic to pour out four shots of cinnamon whiskey. Even though most Equestrian liquor couldn’t hold a candle to Gryphon Kingdom brands due to lower alcohol content, the triplets knew better than to turn down free booze. With smiles all around, Fashion Plate lifted his shot and clinked it with the others when they picked up theirs. “A toast! To new friends!”

“To new friends!” said the gryphons in unison before downing their shots with ease. Even though the syrupy shot burned the stallion’s throat a little, he took it well enough to not cough afterward. However, his guests were already pouring themselves seconds before Fashion Plate even put his shot glass back down. Blaze poured the host another shot with a smirk, “Hey, you better not end up being a lightweight, blue-boy! We’re making sure you have a good night too!”

While being patted on the back by the masculine gryphon, Fashion Plate’s face blushed a little as he smiled up at him. “Oh, r-really?”

“Yeah!” added Blane as he poured a generous dollop of hot sauce in his shot of cinnamon whiskey. “After helping our future Brother-In-Law back at that auction, the least we can do is be good guests!”

“Besides, it’s not often we get to crash at a place this bloody nice!” Blade then snatched the hot sauce bottle from Blane’s claw so he could add it to his own shot. “Oi, give me some of that!”  

Fashion Plate was a little surprised at the additions to the gryphons’ drinks, but he was more focused on the group’s enthusiasm at being here tonight. While he didn’t want to look too excited, the wide smile that grew across his face wasn’t hard to notice. “Well then!” said the unicorn with a giddy tone as his blush deepened. “It seems like tonight is my lucky night!”

After a rowdy cheer from his guests, Fashion Plate joined the three on the second of what was to be many, many drinks. Granted, the stallion knew he could hold down a bit of liquor without being too overwhelmed, but he also knew that gryphons could drink an absurd amount without feeling the slightest buzz. Even after the four took their drinking to the living room and swapped stories on the massive angled couch, it was clear that Fashion Plate was the only one growing rosy cheeks after a few rounds. While he certainly didn’t mind hearing tales of the Clawston triplets’ escapades (especially some of the tales of Blade’s groupies with his metal band, which were quite detailed~), the unicorn wanted to at least try to even the playing field a bit before moving their party forward.

Fashion Plate sat in patient wait while swirling the remaining drops of margarita mix that were at the bottom of his glass. Meanwhile, Blade was perched in the corner of the couch while recalling a particularly dirty tale alongside his brothers. “... Alright, so at that point I had her pinned up against the wall of the stall, and was absolutely poundin’ her brains out! Like, even with the ball gag she had on, you could easily hear what we were doin’ just by how hard I was rammin’ into her. But somehow, nobody tried to stop us while we were in there! To this day, I still have no idea why! Maybe they were nervous, I dunno. But just as I was about to finish, I heard this really loud crack -- and before I knew it, I managed to somehow rip the wall of the bathroom stall off the foundation! As soon as that fell, all the others came down like bloody dominos!”

While Fashion Plate giggled with a hoof over his muzzle in shock, Blade’s brothers just cackled in nostalgia of that day. “Ho boy, that was an awkward call to Mom!”

“Oi! It wasn’t my fault the school had such flimsy bathroom stalls!” After downing the rest of his glass of bourbon, the gryphon placed it back on the table (with Fashion Plate quickly floating a coaster underneath) before finishing his story. “But anyway, as soon as Coach Aiden heard what I did with his wife, he ran into the office lookin’ like he was about to kill me! But since the security staff were already there, I just sat there with a giant grin and asked him, ‘So, how’s the Missus?’”

Fashion Plate and the others roared with laughter from that punchline, leaving Blade to sit with a proud smirk while in his seat. The stallion wiped his eyes and responded with, “Wow! That’s just crazy!”

“Well, what do expect from this guy?” jeered Blane as he leaned in and gave his smaller brother a playful noogie. “He’s basically the whore of us three!”

“No I’m not!” shouted Blade in objection while pulling away from Blane. Unfortunately, his objection was quickly dismissed by a shark huff from Blaze.

“Oh, please!” said the muscled gryphon with a roll of his golden eyes. “You basically saw the Kama Sutra as a checklist! I’m pretty sure you’ve done every kinky thing under the sun!”

“Nuh-uh! I haven’t done, ummm… Well…” The skinny gryphon paused momentarily and looked away from his brothers with narrowed eyes. “Wait, give me a minute…”

While Blaze and Blane cackled like hyenas at their brother’s response, Fashion Plate hopped out of his seat to grab his secret weapon. “You know, I almost forgot about a little something I have in my bedroom! Just stay right here and I’ll go get it!”

“Is it another ‘checklist’ for Bladie-Boy?” asked Blane with a wiggled brow at the host. “Maybe he needs to double-check or someth--OOMF!!”

The sharp jab of Blade’s elbow into his gut made the largest gryphon stop his statement instantly. Meanwhile, Fashion Plate just giggled and trotted up the stairs to his loft. “Oh, believe me, boys,” he said with a teasingly flirty tone, “I think you’re all gonna like it~”

While he wasn’t sure if his own tipsiness was making him braver with his words, he hoped that he wasn’t too obvious-sounding to the triplets. Nevertheless, the stallion reached his bedroom, which looked fairly minimalist compared to the lavish designs downstairs. However, as soon as he looked around to make sure none of the gryphons were peeping, the stallion grinned and pulled a lever that was disguised as a normal candlestick holder. The back wall of the room, which held nothing but a plain bed and two nightstands, spun around like the bookcase in some cheesy mystery movie. But instead of a secret passageway, the other side of the wall spun into view to reveal something that would've made the writer of Fifty Shades of Hay blush profusely. 

With the bed gone, what was in its place was a massive shelf that was lined with dozens, if not hundreds of various sex toys, tools, rope, and kinky attire. Fortunately, Fashion Plate could tell his guests were too distracted to notice anything as he heard them bickering downstairs. Because of that, the unicorn took his time as he scanned the items he wanted. Despite being tempted by a few distinct toys here and there (especially some of his Terrible Drake brand products he recently acquired), Fashion knew that he needed to gets things set up slow. So instead of picking up anything too risquè, the unicorn’s horn lit up to grab a couple of glass bottles near the bottom next to his rare wines.

After spinning the wall back around, Fashion Plate could hear the three continue to bicker while trotting down the stairs. 

“Seriously, you need to quit callin’ me a bloody man-whore!”

“Well, you are!”

“No I’m not!”

"Oh? Remember when we dared you to flirt with Ms. Beakman? And you ended up almost getting a beakjob from her?"

"Well, that was a bet, for crying out loud! You know I never turn down a bet!"

“Dude, you once gave a rimjob to a blind girl! That’s pretty nasty!”

“She was clean!”

“What, after you licked her ass?”

“SHUT UP!”

Fashion Plate raised a hoof after stepping back into the living room. “Boys, boys, settle down!” Keeping a cheerful tone, the stallion floated over two large glasses to the table; one was full of a dark yellow liquid, while the other just had what looked to be water. After giving the bottle of water a strong glow of his magic, it was placed on a coaster with the glass fogged up from such a quick chill. Fashion Plate sat down in a chair across from the couch as he levitated some clean glasses, as well as some sugar cubes. “If anything is bound to spice up this night, it’ll be this!”

Even though Blaze and Blane looked interested at what their host had, Blade reeled back from the bottles like a vampire in the presence from garlic. Fashion Plate didn’t even float the sugar cubes over the glasses before hearing him go, “Oh, noooooo! No, no, no, no!” Blade put his claws up in refusal as soon as he realized what the pony had. “No way! I’ve had absinthe before, and it did NOT go well for me! I’d rather not have it again!”

“Wait, really?” asked Blaze with a baffled look towards his skinnier brother. “When did you ever have absinthe?”

“Yeah,” added Blane in equal puzzlement. “That shit’s like, super hard to get back home!”

With a skewed muzzle, Fashion Plate decided to prepare the glasses anyway just in case. After pouring a small amount of the liquor into each glass, the unicorn slowly poured cold water over each sugar cube that were levitated over the drinks. As the sugared water filled each glass to turn the liquid to a cloudy amethyst color, Blade shuddered uncomfortably and answered his brothers. “You guys remember that gig I did in Yakyakistan, right? For that Princess who wanted a private show?”

“Oh yeah,” answered Blane with a couple blinks in remembrance. He and Blaze recalled that their brother came back home a week later than expected. “So, I take it you had some there?”

“Yeah,” admitted Blade with a bitter shrug alongside his scowl. “She ended up slippin’ me the stuff after the show when we were talkin’, and the next thing I know I was chained up in her bloody cave! I had no way to reach my bandmates, so I was just stuck down there with her like a slave!”

Blade shuddered painfully again, hating even being reminded of that unfortunate week. Despite how distraught his brother sounded from that recollection, Blaze couldn’t help scoffing with a shake of his head. “Oh, come on! So you ended up with a dominant girl, how bad could she be?”

Blade just looked back at him with the strongest, most venomous glare imaginable. “VERY. BAD.”

While he didn’t want to admit some of the things that yak Princess made him do (or wear, for that matter), Blade was grateful that the tone of his answer was enough to shut Blaze up. Blane was smart enough to stay out of it and look away from them with his claws raised. Meanwhile, Fashion Plate focused on his pouring as he said in response, “Well, I can assure you that I am not like that, Blade.”

“I’m not sayin’ that,” replied Blade insistently towards the unicorn, “I’m just sayin’ it’s not somethin’ I wanna do again!”

“It’s just a drink!” said Blane with a shrug. Since Fashion Plate was already finished pouring two of the three glasses, the gryphon picked up one of them and said, “Come on, this is Equestria we’re talking about! I seriously doubt that the absinthe here is the same is what they have in Yakyakistan!”

Fashion Plate smirked as he finished preparing the third drink. Even though he knew that Blane was technically right, he refrained to mention that this absinthe was from the Gryphon Kingdom. But considering how he wanted them to be as tipsy as he was, a little omission of truth shouldn’t hurt.

“You know what?” said Blaze as he picked up a glass as well, “I’m down!”

With that, the two clinked their glasses before trying them slowly. The sweet, licorice-like flavor blended surprisingly well with the strong burn that hit both of their tongues. Blinking a couple times after downing a third of his glass, Blaze looked down at his drink wide-eyed with a grin. “Damn! That’s not half bad!”

“I’ll say!” Blane took another sip with a satisfied shrug of his head, which was then followed by a light shudder that made him grin. “Whoo! I think we found something more our strength!”

“Fantastic!” squeed Fashion Plate with a giddy grin. Even though Blade looked between his brothers with an unsure expression on his face, the unicorn lit his horn to float the third glass towards him. When the skinny gryphon glanced back at him, Fashion Plate carried a warm smile while the drink floated in front of Blade’s beak. “Well…?”

Blade looked apprehensive at best, but the sight of his brothers both enjoying the cocktail was enough to make him ignore his gut instinct. With a hesitant sigh, the gryphon picked up Fashion Plate’s glass and nodded gratefully. “A-Alright… thanks…” And with a tight clench of his eyes, Blade downed his own drink alongside Blaze and Blane.

While his smile looked fairly warm, Fashion Plate was trying his hardest not to grin in excitement. He knew that he had a bit more coaxing to do before anything special could occur, but the fact that he was able to get his guests’ palettes properly wetted was making him rather confident. After pouring himself a new glass of brandy, the unicorn sipped while pondering what he wanted to try next; after all, three drunk gryphons with a lone drunk stallion could lead to some rather… unexpected places~

“So boys,” asked Fashion Plate with a smirk as he lit his horn. “Who wants another glass?~”
> Chapter Two: Dressing Up A Dare
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As the night went on, it wasn’t long before the Clawston triplets became much livelier in Fashion Plate’s penthouse. After just a couple glasses of absinthe each, the three gryphons were giggling and blushing just as much as their host was. Of course, the reason for the pony’s reddened cheeks wasn’t just because of the alcohol he consumed. While listening to the stories that Blaze, Blade and Blane were telling, Fashion Plate’s gaze eventually moved downward from the gryphon’s faces. After Blade told that story about him and the coach’s wife, the addition of stronger alcohol helped to bring up more devious stories from the three.

And because of the naughtiness of those recollections, it was clear that Fashion Plate wasn’t the only one showing a little excitement.

The triplets were all sprawled out while side-by-side on the couch; and because of that, Fashion Plate got a front-row view of the three while in his chair. The gryphons’ legs were all spread wide apart, which left nothing unshown between their muscular legs. Even though none of them were fully erect, Fashion Plate could clearly see that above their low-hanging balls, their sheaths were sticking out amongst their smooth tan fur. And while Blaze recalled an experience he had with a Zebrican escort, Fashion Plate gulped when he saw a glimmer of red flesh peeking out from that fuzzy sheath.

“S-So apparently,” continued Blaze as his voice sounded a bit more slurred than earlier that night, “she didn’t think that I could eat her out since I don’t have any lips. BUT! As soon as I opened my beak and clamped down on her, it only took like, four licks of my tongue before she started squirting everywhere! I mean, she was like a bucking fountain, and I was just going in there like a goddessdamn buffet, you know what I’m sayin’? And with how much she was screaming out, I’m surprised the guy pulling the carriage didn’t stop until we reached our destination!”

Blade and Blane were both chuckling at their brother’s story, clearly having heard it before. But as Fashion Plate listened to the athletic gryphon’s tale, he bit his lip with a blush as he saw the tip of Blaze’s member peeking out even more from his sheath. “Hey, wait a minute,” asked Blade as he glanced over at his brother and asked, “Was that before that one show I did in the capital? Because I think I know who you’re talkin’ about! I remember seein’ a girl walkin’ all wobbly-legged towards the restroom!”

“That was probably her!” After a small snicker, the gryphon groaned and readjusted himself on the couch. When Blaze pulled himself back so he was in a more upright position, Fashion Plate’s blush deepened a bit as the sight of the gryphon’s sheathe sticking out more clearly between his legs. Fortunately, the stallion was able to mask his reaction by taking another drink from his appletini.

“Hey, how about you?” asked Blane with his grinning beak pointed towards Fashion Plate. “You got any good stories to tell?”

The pony paused momentarily with his glass still pressed against his lips. Even though he had more than a few stories of his own, Fashion Plate was a little apprehensive when he used his magic to place his glass back on the table. “W-Well,” began the unicorn feebly while looking away from the triplets with a blush. He rubbed his hooves together before admitting with a bashful glance back at them, “that depends… are we only swapping stories about women?”

If he were to be honest, Fashion Place almost expected the three to turn silent, or look a little uncomfortable at the realization of that kind of statement. But instead, the triplets just made a unified “Ahhhh” with their brows raised. “Eh, it’s fine if you have something else,” assured Blane with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “I mean, you met our brother and his fiancè, remember? We’re pretty open-minded.”

Of all the things he could’ve heard his guests say, that last statement was enough to make Fashion Plate grow an especially keen grin on his muzzle. Feeling like he was in front of a jackpot, the stallion decided to press his luck as he picked his drink back up with his magic. “Well, if you guys are interested… I do have an interesting tale about nabbing a straight stallion without him realizing it~”

Fashion Plate his his smirk as he took one last sip of his appletini, hoping at least one of the three would grab the bait. Fortunately for him, Blade grinned and leaned back against the couch. “Ho boy, wha’cha do?”

The stallion giggled while placing his empty glass aside. “Oh, alright! It was a couple years ago during a social in Canterlot, and it was also one of the first parties I attended as the head of Cosmare Magazine. I was also helping to supervise a photoshoot happening there since a lot of models were in attendance. Anyway, while chatting with a few ponies, I caught sight of one of the stallion models from the rival publisher, Filly Talk. Well, I tried to have a nice little talk with him, but I realized pretty soon that he was only interested in mares. And let me tell you, this guy was stunning! I mean, I’m surprised I didn’t slip on my own drool! And after a few drinks, I was absolutely determined to get this guy…”

As he spoke, Fashion Plate prepared himself another appletini from the cart he brought into the living room by the couch. By now, a large majority of the bottles were at least half-empty due to the triplets, but the host didn't mind too much. “So anyway,” he continued with a guilty giggle, “I ended up getting the craziest idea imaginable! Since not many ponies there knew who I was, I figured I could get away with a little disguise to sway that stallion towards my direction. So, I snuck into the dressing room for the models while nopony was looking, and got myself dolled up with a little makeup and some skimpy clothes…”

“Whooo-ho-hoah!” Blane’s eyes widened in surprise as he realized where this story was heading. “You’re serious, bruh?”

“What could I say?” said Fashion with a shrug and an innocent roll of his eyes. “I wanted him, and I was drunk. Anyway, the dressing room had quite a lot of outfits to choose from, so I ended up looking quite delicious when I was all done. I had on some good makeup, a cute pair of striped stockings on my back legs, and a short little miniskirt that just barely hid a pair of pink panties underneath…”

As he went into detail, Fashion Plate studied the three gryphons like a detective looking for facial ticks during an interrogation. The stallion was hoping for just the slightest brow raise or blush to appear on the triplets, just to ensure that his idea would be a feasible one. He also kept a close eye on the lower regions on the three, just in case any of his words brought up anything. While speaking, Fashion Plate crossed one of his hind legs over the other so that his own excitement could be concealed. 

“And my mane back then was a bit longer than it is now, so I didn’t need a wig or anything to make sure I looked like a filly. And let me tell you, I caught quite a few eyes as I strolled out and went to the bar where the guy was. I mean, with the figure I have, I don’t think there was a single stallion who thought I was a guy! To them, I just looked like a slutty little mare who wanted a good time with some bigger guys…”

Fashion secretly hoped that description wasn’t too obvious of a hint, but he was pleased to see he had their attention. Blaze had his eyes narrowed on him with a small smirk, clearly curious as to where this story went. Blade looked equally as interested, and even moved his hind legs closer together so he wasn’t sprawled out in his seat. But the one reaction that Fashion Plate caught the most was Blane’s, whose eyes were looking the stallion up and down ever so slowly. While pausing to take a sip of his drink, Fashion Plate innocently dangled one of his hind legs out for a stretch, which conveniently showed the curvature of his legs and the plumpness of his flank.

Blane soon crossed his hind legs together, his beak clenched shut as he peered away briefly. Fashion Plate silently chuckled to himself before continuing his story.

“So when I finally met back up with the guy,” said Fashion Plate while swirling his appletini in his glass, “he had absolutely no clue it was me! And since I already talked with him earlier, I knew what to say to get him all happy and loose. I also made it pretty clear that I was interested in talking with him in a more private spot. And since he was just as tipsy as I was, I wasn’t afraid to give him some clear indications regarding what I’d let him do with me~”

Fashion Plate then giggled before taking another sip, just so his throat wouldn’t get hoarse before getting to the meat of his story. However, what he didn’t expect was to hear Blane ask curiously during that pause, “Like what?”

The stallion peered back up at the gargantuan gryphon, who was sitting with a small blush underneath his feathered cheeks. Fashion couldn’t tell if that was because of the alcohol, or because of Blane’s question. Nevertheless, he smirked before answering in a casual voice, “Oh, the usual things, I suppose. Whispering dirty ideas into his ear, offering him to see underneath my skirt, rubbing his thigh with a hoof…”

Just thinking about that day was making Fashion Plate grow flustered as well. After a naughty huff while readjusting himself in his chair, the stallion breathed out with a shudder. “And I remember he became grabby pretty quickly as well. We weren’t even off in a restroom before he started feeling up my flank! Luckily his hooves were around my butt more than anyplace else, so I wasn’t too worried about getting caught.”

“Oh, really?” asked Blaze with a brow raised in suspicion. “And how exactly did he react when you took those panties off? I can’t imagine you were able to hide your boner for that long in that sort of thing.”

“Welllll…” After leaning back in his chair, the stallion’s smirk widened as he answered pertly, “When a petite filly turns around with her skirt lifted up and lets you give it to her from behind, are you really going to pay that much attention to the front?~”

Even though he stifled a laugh from that remark, Blaze couldn’t exactly object to that question either. Meanwhile, Blane’s eyes were widened as he sat in silence, still looking up and down the stallion with reddened cheeks. Blade just scoffed and shook his head in dismissal. “Oi, I dunno, mate. I find it kinda hard to believe you could pull off something like that.”

Fashion Plate tilted his head with a coy smirk. “Oh? And why not?”

“I’m just sayin’, you clearly look like a stallion! I doubt a skirt and some makeup would make you look like a mare that easily!”

Blade then chuckled while picking up a near empty bottle of whipped cream-flavored vodka. Since it was such a small amount, the gryphon decided to down it straight from the bottle while Blaze interjected with, “Oh, come on, Bladey-Boy! Remember when you did drag?”

Fashion Plate’s eyes grew especially wide while Blade spat out his vodka violently. “HEY!” roared the skinny gryphon with a nasty snarl back at his brother. “You bloody PROMISED you wouldn’t mention that!”

“Yeah, to Mom and Dad,” replied Blaze in correction while motioning to the wide-eyed host. “I’m not breaking any promises by telling him.”

While Blade clenched his beak tightly while glaring at the more muscled gryphon, Fashion turned his focus towards Blane. “So, should I ask?”

“You better not,” interrupted Blade warningly. However, Blane scoffed and waved away his brother’s statement with his claw.

“Eh, nothing big,” answered the massive gryphon casually. “Back in high school we learned of all-girl’s school not too far from our place. And since Blade here was convinced that they were all nymphos like him, he decided to dress up in a schoolgirl outfit and sneak in.”

“DUDE!” With the way Blade was gawking at his larger brother, it was clear that he didn’t want that story to be revealed to the giggling Fashion Plate. Of course, it didn’t help when Blaze added to the tale.

“Oh, it gets better! Because he was super skinny back then, he managed to not get caught until the end of the school day! He just roamed the halls of the school in full makeup looking for action, and nobody caught on because he refused to talk! Blane and I thought he actually got some until he was chased from the school by a couple security guards!”

“Hey!” retorted Blade before saying in a less than honest-sounding squawk, “I DID get some!” 

“Yeah,” said Blane with a roll of his eyes, “until she saw your erection and realized you weren’t another lesbian!”

While Blane and Blaze laughed at their scowling brother’s expense, Fashion Plate just giggled as a randy grin crept across his muzzle. An especially devious idea was coming into his mind, although he was unsure whether or not it’d actually work. While he thought it over, he heard Blade grumble with his forelegs crossed, “Whatever. I was gonna say it was a strap-on.”

“Oh, come on,” slurred Blaze towards his brother while pointing back at the stallion. “I’m just saying that if you could get away with it, so could he.”

“I think the cirstan… cir… circumhance…” Due to his train of thought getting a bit cloudy, Blade shook his head and came up with a simpler word. “I think what he did was a little different from me, alright?”

“Oh yeah?” asked Fashion Plate with a devilish smile pointed at Blade. When the gryphons all looked back at him curiously, the pony decided to say confidently, “Because I bet I’d look better than you~”

All three of the triplets stared back at Fashion Plate with wide, unblinking eyes. After a few seconds of silence, Blade was the first to make a response as he narrowed his eyes on him with a hint of confoundment. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying,” continued Fashion with a smirk as his eyes narrowed back at the skinny gryphon, “I was able to actually get a guy’s interest when I was all dolled up. I doubt that you could get that same effect.”

“Oh, whatever!” Blade huffed with his forelegs crossed while his beak pointed away from the cocky pony. “I wasn’t tryin’ to get a guy’s attention when I did it!”

“No,” interjected Blaze with a shrug, “but you did try to make yourself look sexy enough to grab some attention.”

While Blade growled at his muscled brother, Blane kept his sights on Fashion Plate while his talons tapped against the seat of the couch. His silence only lasted a couple seconds, but it was long enough for Fashion to notice. “You know what?” blurted Blane with a brief glance back at the other two gryphons, “I bet he would look better.”

Fashion Plate’s grin widened immensely. Meanwhile, Blade just gawked back at his brother like he was just insulted. “Oh, really?!”

“What?” asked Blane with his claws raised in innocence. “I’m just saying as your brother, that he would probably look hotter in drag than you.”

Even with that emphasized detail, Blade rolled his eyes with a groan. “Whatever! I’m a bloody sex-god on stage! I could wear a jumpsuit made of meat and get girls wet!”

Fashion Plate dangled his hindleg teasingly as he sat and listened, waiting for the right moment to get his plan into motion.

“Ehhhhh…” Blaze had a claw up with a pivoting motion as he tried to speak from a more neutral standpoint. “I mean, you do get a lot of women, but I think guys are a bit different. I’m not sure how good you’d look to a guy if you were dolled up now.”

Blade glared back at him while pointing towards Fashion Plate. “I bet I’d look better than him!”

Before the gryphon could realize what he just said, Fashion Plate took the moment to say with a determined smile, “Prove it.”

Blinking a couple times in confoundment, Blade turned his attention towards the stallion and asked, “Whad’ya mean prove it?”

“I mean...” Fashion Plate leaned forward in his seat while eyeing down Blade, and made sure to keep his legs crossed so none of the gryphons could see that he was sporting a semi already. “I happen to have some garments from a photoshoot I held here the other day. I had them cleaned, and I’m sure they could fit both of our sizes…”

Blade’s eyes grew just as wide as his brothers. While Fashion snuck a glance over at the now clearly blushed Blane, Blaze asked with a grin of his own, “Wait a minute! Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“Mmhmm~”  hummed the smirking unicorn back at him. “If your brother is soooo confident with his claim, then maybe we should see who would look the best right now!”

Blade’s beak was gaped open in shock, unable to make an adequate response to their host’s suggestion. However, Blaze and Blane stared over at one another silently like they wanted to give it some thought. After Blaze shrugged with his claws raised, Blane did the same and turned towards Fashion Plate. “Hey, if Blade’s up for it, we’re down to judge.”

“Hey, HEY!” piped Blade as he pointed at both of his brothers insistently. “I never agreed to anything!”

Blaze responded with, “Well, you did bet you’d look better than him. You better put your money where your beak is.”

“And if I remember hearing correctly,” added Fashion Plate as he narrowed his eyes on the reluctant guest, “you specifically said that you never turned down a bet. Right?~”

Blade sat with a stoically wide-eyed look of regret as a heavy blush exploded across his face. Both of his brothers nudged him from the sides teasingly with evil grins on their beaks. “Come on, Blade,” jeered Blaze with a low cackling tone. “You know you gotta.”

“And remember,” piped Fashion with a teasing glance towards Blane, “I’ll be dressed up too~”

Blane took one look at the stallion’s lustrous smirk before quickly turning away while pulling his legs closer together. “B-Besides,” he blurted towards his brother in support, “maybe you’ll end up winning! If that happens, we won’t mess with you about it or anything.”

Blade was sure that was a lie, but he also knew that there wasn’t much he could say to get himself out of this. He dug his own grave, so the least he could do was take it like a man. So after a deep breath, as well as a hearty swig from one of the random bottles on the cart, the skinny gryphon shuddered before admitting defeat. “Oh… dammit, alright! Bet’s on!”

“YEAH!” shouted Blaze and Blane at the same time as they pumped their claws. Fashion Plate seemed quite happy as well, and was the first to hop out of his chair to get things started. Meanwhile, Blade sat with his head hunched low while a look of apprehension was plastered across his face. 

“Oh, don’t be so worried, Blade” assured Fashion as he trotted towards the stairs to his loft. When his front hooves touched the steps, he paused and smirked back at the three. “Who knows? Maybe it’ll be fun for both of us~” When he saw Blane looking back at him, the stallion innocently flicked his tail before trotting up the steps to gather his things. He wasn’t able to see Blane’s reaction to that move, but he hoped that it made the gryphon at least a little flustered.

While Blane settled back in his seat with a clenched beak and a confused blush on his face, Blade decided to pick up the bottle of absinthe that was left half-empty on the cart. “You know what?” said the gryphon as he went to pour himself a straight shot. “If I’m doin’ this, I wanna be drunk.”

After glancing back at each other briefly, Blaze and Blane shrugged before joining him for shots of their own. “Eh, what the heck?” said Blaze as he got himself a glass as well. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
> Chapter Three: The Contest
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After handing Blade a varied assortment of feminine garments he could try on, Fashion Plate decided to let him use the bathroom to change. While Blaze and Blane got rowdy in the living room while pretty much completely plastered, the unicorn got himself dolled-up in his bedroom with his magic. Fashion Plate also made sure to spin the hidden wall out of view so his bed was back in place, just in case any of the gryphons tried to sneak a peek. Of course, he also got a few choice items off the shelf to put aside for easy access, just in case anything came to fruition. 

Due to the absurd amount of absinthe the gryphons consumed, Blaze and Blane were wrestling in the living room while Fashion Plate and Blade got dressed. The stallion had no idea if his “competitor” was struggling with any of the clothes, but he kept most of his focus on himself as he got ready. The very first thing the unicorn did, aside from admiring his feminine and curvy figure in the mirror, was pull a pair of bright purple panties up his hind legs. 

The pair itself was a very smooth Saddle Arabian cotton, which graced against Fashion’s blue coat like the finest silk. Due to his plump rear, the stallion almost wasn’t able to pull the garment over his flanks without some major stretching. Nevertheless, after the panties were pulled over his rump, Fashion Plate grinned at the sight when he saw himself in the mirror; it was hard to believe that such a thin piece of fabric was able to outline every curve and crease of his flanks, while still being able to hide his heavy balls by pushing them up to the front.

Due to how constrained the panties were, there was no choice for the stallion but to have his erection remain outside of them. Fortunately, the elastic waistband was able to keep a surprisingly tight grip around Fashion Plate’s marbled blue stallionhood, and hold it firmly against the bottom of his torso. When he took a good look at his delicious figure being presented with such a pretty outlining, Fashion groaned as he felt his cock throb at the sight. A small bead of pre was already forming at the tip, but the unicorn tried his hardest to ignore that as he continued. After all, he didn’t want to spoil things too early before the party really began~

Next, Fashion Plate floated over his second clothing item to put on: a pair of striped, blue and purple stockings. They weren’t as smooth to the touch as the panties, but the thin nylon was able to wrap snug around the pony’s hind legs when he pulled them on. Reaching up past the knees, the wonderfully eye-catching stockings stopped just a few inches from his tight panties. The next item that Fashion Plate put on was a plaid aqua skirt, which he easily snapped on around his waist; while it technically covered his rump and panties completely, the stallion grinned at knowing it was just small enough to expose a lot with the slightest movement.

After that, Fashion grabbed a small white shirt that only covered half his torso; when he tied the front of the shirt up into a cute little knot, it covered even less of his body to make him look more exposed. For one last touch, Fashion decided to make his appearance as irresistible as possible to his guests (especially that blushy Blane fellow) with the inclusion of a tiny little detail: A blue satin ribbon. With a little practiced ease with his magic, the unicorn delicately tied the satin around the dock of his tail to form a cute little bow. Since the ribbon also helped to hold his tail up for easier access, Fashion was sure that his look would be enough to make all three of those gryphons antsy for more.

While Fashion Plate worked on his makeup, Blade grunted in frustration in the bathroom as he tried to find a look that would work. There was a pair of pantyhose with the garments, but they tore as soon as he tried to shove a foot-paw in one of the tiny leggings. As for the panties, the gryphon decided on a pair of hot-red ones which he guessed were made of silk; the outlining fringe was kinda weird, but he figured it would help stand out a bit against his tan fur. Even though they were tight around his waist, Blade was glad they were able to fit without ripping. Also, for something that was meant for women, he was a little surprised that his sheath and balls weren’t too bunched-up in the front.

Luckily, Blade found a pair of knee-high socks that were red like his underwear. They weren’t nearly as long as Fashion Plate’s, but they did help to emphasize his large paws that stretched out the cotton fabric to the seams. The socks also showed off how thin his hind legs were, which was a bit of a contrast to both of his brothers who had more toned and muscled legs. In fact, Blade started to look slimmer and more feminine with each piece of clothing that he added to himself. By the time he slid on the yellow miniskirt, which actually didn’t cover the bottom frills on his panties, the gryphon legitimately looked like a little chickie if someone were to focus below his neck.

None of the shirts provided actually fitted Blade, but he did find what looked to be something like a sports bra with shoulder straps. After testing the elasticity of the yellow lycra material, the gryphon shrugged and slipped it over his chest. The material hugged Blade all around his torso, further accentuating how slender his body was in comparison to his brothers. Regardless, the gryphon was just grateful that he didn’t feel too uncomfortable in all this frilly junk. But when his gaze went over towards the small makeup kit on the bathroom counter, Blade gulped in worry at what he had to do to complete the bet.

Meanwhile, Fashion Plate was just about to head down the stairs as he smacked his lips, which were now covered in hot pink lip gloss that tasted distinctly of cherry soda. But before he could step a hoof onto the first step, he froze when he heard a heavy crash from downstairs. He quickly looked over the railing of the spiral stairs and asked, “What was that?!”

The sounds of Blaze and Blane’s rough-housing was completely silenced, and a couple seconds passed before Blane uttered in worry. “Ummm… we’re sorry.”

Blaze groaned with a wince on his beak as he tried to get himself up, being careful not to cut himself on any shards of glass on the carpet. During his wrestling match with Blane, the drunk gryphon stumbled backwards and fell on top of the glass coffee table. Even though it looked fairly expensive from the look of the ornate metal frame the glass was held on, Blade made sure to shout out to Fashion Plate, “It wasn’t any of your sculptures! I fell on the table!”

While Blane pulled his brother out from the inside of the wrecked table, both of them heard the stallion sigh out in relief, “Oh, thank goodness! You almost made me wet my panties!”

Blane almost dropped Blaze as he laughed at that response. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like the gryphon was cut up when he got back on his paws and away from the broken glass. “You know what?” said the stallion as he stayed upstairs. “Maybe we should do this upstairs. I’d rather not try to move around broken glass right now.”

Since neither of them wanted to do that either, Blaze and Blane awkwardly stumbled away from the mess and went to the stairs. “It was totally an accident!” piped Blaze apologetically up to the loft. 

“Don’t worry! I got that on discount last year.” To be honest, Fashion Plate actually really liked that table. But still, he couldn’t exactly get upset after getting three huge gryphons so drunk in his apartment. Besides, at least it was a proper excuse to get his guests up to his bed quicker. He could already hear the two coming up the stairs, so Fashion Plate sauntered over towards the ornamental folding screen at the corner of the room to keep himself hidden. Given his plans, what the stallion wanted to do was far better than dwelling on how he was going to get his table replaced before an appointment that weekend. 

“Huh,” Blane stated as he reached the room first and looked around in confusion. “I was expecting more decorations or something.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Blaze leaned over the railing of the stairs and shouted down, “Yo, BLADE! We’re upstairs, bro!”

“Alright, alright!” shouted Blade back at him after the bathroom door opened. “Wait a sec, I’m comin’...”

Oh, I hope you do~ thought Fashion Plate naughtily to himself. When he heard the sound of Blade’s paws creaking against the steps, the unicorn cleared his throat and said to the other two, “Boys? Perhaps you two should sit on the bed for a proper judgement~”

Blane sat on the bed first, making the metal frame creak from his weight. But even after Blaze sat down after him, the bed luckily didn’t break from the pressure or strain. While Blane pressed down on the cushy mattress with a claw and felt the smoothness of the lavender satin, Fashion Plate’s ears perked up when he heard Blade say meekly while out of sight, “Ummm… you guys up there?”

Blaze replied sarcastically, “No, we’re in the fridge, dumbass.” 

“OI! Don’t test me, I’m already on edge!”

“Boys, boys, calm down! We’re just getting started…” That was when Fashion Plate decided to make his grand entrance. After using his magic to turn on the nearby stereo, the sound of a low bassline could be heard coming from the living room speakers. With a randy smirk on his muzzle, the unicorn stepped within sight of Blaze and Blane while wearing his attire. Even with the minimal lighting in the bedroom, both of them were able to see that the mascara and lip gloss Fashion Plate was wearing looked expertly applied. Of course, it was hard to focus on the girly stallion’s face when he slowly turned around to show off his curved, feminine figure. When his skirt was pointed directly at the gryphons’ blushed faces, Fashion looked back with a grin and asked in a faint voice, “So… what do you think?”

Blane was completely speechless, and had both his claws over the space between his legs while sitting bug-eyed. He may have known clear as day that he was staring at a stallion, but it was hard for that fact to cross his drunken mind when he saw how tempting that rear looked. Heck, even Fashion’ mane didn’t seem to be much of a deterrent after all that makeup was on his face. Blane wasn’t sure if this was how guys in prison felt, but the unicorn’s appearance was definitely making his member look past whatever might be beneath those panties.

While Blane tried his hardest not to expose his erection to their dolled-up host, Blaze blinked a couple times before tilting his head with an impressed smile. “Damn, dude! Not bad…”

Fashion Plate narrowed his eyes back at him with a low chuckle emanating under his breath. At noticing how deep Blane’s blush was getting, the girly stallion made sure to wiggle his butt a little to lift his skirt a few inches, which helped to emphasize how easily his rump jiggled underneath. With his legs twitching involuntarily, Blane let out a small grunt through his clenched beak. After seeing that reaction and giggling in delight, Fashion Plate called out to the gryphon still on the stairs. “Come on in, Blade! We’re waiting…~”

Even though they all heard Blade groan feebly in embarrassment, it wasn’t long before the gryphon emerged at the entrance of the bedroom. Due to his shameful blush and timid stature, Blade involuntarily made himself look far more feminine than expected. The makeup on his face wasn’t nearly as detailed as Fashion Plate’s, but the gryphon’s elongated eyelashes and pink blush certainly made him look more like a gryphoness than expected. Blaze looked especially surprised as he and Blane stared at their brother entering the room; he needed to tilt his head the other way and take the sight in as his own blush appeared. 

Blade bashfully walked up beside Fashion Plate, who was clearly drinking in the sight with an enticed grin on his muzzle. He leaned in to the side to gaze at Blade’s outfit before whistling in response. “Wo-How! Bladey, you look adorable!”

Even behind his makeup, Blade’s glare at Fashion Plate was unmistakable. Unfortunately, the gryphon didn’t get the reaction he desired as Fashion giggled with a wave of his hoof. “Oh, don’t be like that! It’s a compliment, silly!”

“Yeah, Bladey…” Blaze was leaning to the side as he stared at his brother’s girly getup with his eyes narrowed. He may have preferred his chicks a bit thicker, but he had to admit that Blade’s body fit that form disturbingly well. From the yellow top and skirt, to those frilly panties that hugged the gryphon’s backside perfectly, it was hard for Blaze to think too hard about who was in the outfit when it looked so nice. Of course, the large amount of alcohol in his bloodstream may have helped to appreciate his brother’s form and getup unashamedly. As he readjusted himself on the bed, Blaze didn’t seem to realize the tip of his member was emerging from his sheath as he said, “Y-Y’know… I’m not gonna lie, you wear that way better than I expected.”

“Wait, what?” said Blade as he whipped his head back to his brother with a freaked-out look. Luckily, it didn’t seem like the dolled-up gryphon noticed what was happening between his brother’s legs, as his attention was brought up towards Blaze’s slurry smirk. Blade wasn’t even able to look downwards before Fashion Plate’s hoof came up to playfully smack at the gryphon’s butt. “GAH--Hey!!”

“What?” asked Fashion innocently as he grinned lustrously back at him. He then motioned to the two enticed gryphons sitting on the bed. “We need to focus on our little bet~”

Just as he said that, the stereo system started to play a familiar track while Fashion Plate strutted towards Blaze and Blane. “Here’s how it’ll go,” he began before glancing back at Blade. “Both of us will give lap-dances. Whoever gets their guy riled up the most wins!”



“WHAT?!” Blade instantly threw his claws up in refusal. “Nooooooo way, mate! That’s not happenin’!” He pointed a talon at the two and added, “Besides, that’s not even fair! You expect me to turn on one of my brothers!?”

Without thinking, Blaze blurted out while continuing to stare at Blade’s skirt, “Well, maybe if you shut your beak you’ll win.”

Blade looked back at him with a dropped beak. “Dude, what’s with you?!”

Blaze just lifted his claws with a shrug while smirking drunkenly at Blade. Meanwhile, Fashion Plate was already starting the competition by backing up towards Blane and planting his rear against the gryphon’s covered crotch. Aside from a strong hiss that came through his beak, Blane didn’t seem to be resisting Fashion’s advances that much (if at all). As he began gyrating his hips slowly, Fashion looked over at Blade with a grin and said tauntingly between grunts, “Nnnn… C’mon, Bladey. You wouldn’t.... want to lose, do you?~”

“W-Why?” asked Blade worriedly, although he really didn’t want to ask. Meanwhile, he didn’t seem to notice Blaze rubbing his crotch while staring at that skirt like a pervy teenager. The gryphon’s eyes were focused solely on Blade’s rear, undoubtedly picturing it on someone else’s body to make his growing erection a bit less taboo.

“Hnnnggg…” Fashion Plate clenched his eyes shut with a moan as he shoved his rump hard against Blane’s lap, hoping to make him move his claws out of the way. “H-How about this… Who… Whover makes their guy say to stop… or makes him cum… wins…” He then opened his eyes a tiny bit to grin at Blade and add with a purr, “And… whoever loses licks up the mess~”

“Whoooaaaaa!!!” Blade may have been drunk, but that detail was enough to make him start taking off his skirt. “NOPE! Not doin--”

With one claw over his lap, Blaze used his other to pull Blade back by one of the shoulder straps. After yanking Blade closer to the bed, Blaze leaned in and whispered into his ear. “Dude, you gotta do it!”

“Have you LOST it, ya loon?!” hissed Blade back at him with a shocked look on his face. “I’m not gonna take a bet like that!”

Blaze pulled Blade’s head in even closer so he could discreetly whisper, “Listen, dude. I am already hard as a bucking rock. I promise you you’ll win.”

Blade’s eyes shot wide open, but he luckily didn’t shout out to catch Fashion’s attention. While the unicorn continued to grind against Blane’s lap and make him try his hardest to conceal his moans, Blade whispered back at his brother, “Bro, are you bucking serious?!”

“Yes,” hissed the stronger gryphon as he tried to position his brother into place. “Please, just… just grind on it a bit and you’ll win. He’ll lose, and you won’t have to do anything.”

Blade couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but the sounds of Blane’s grunts were making that deal sound a lot riskier than it should be. He looked over at what Fashion Plate was doing, just as Blane reluctantly pulled his claws away from his crotch. To his brother’s shock, Blane’s cock was already rock hard and towering from his lap. The exposed red flesh was throbbing with its pointed tip already dripping with pre. And with the way Fashion’s pantied-rear was rubbing up against the underside of the shaft, Blade knew that his brother wasn’t going to last very long.

But before he could think any more about it, Blade felt Blaze’s claws grip him at his shoulders and pull him back with force. The gryphon gasped as he felt something hot and throbbing prod against the back of his skirt, making him shudder uncomfortably at the realization of what it was. Right now, Blade felt his brother’s cock pressing against him, and he knew there wasn’t enough “No Homos” in the world to counteract how gay this was. 

“P… Please,” creaked Blaze with his eyes tightly shut while his claws went down to Blade’s hips. He began pulling his brother’s rear in harder against his own exposed cock. Not wanting to think about who he was getting this from, Blaze groaned desperately before whispering, “Just… just do it. Don’t talk. Just… grind up against it…”

Of all the things Blade wanted to do tonight, the very last one he could think of was getting his own brother off while dressed like some cheap groupie. Unfortunately, he was already in position, which meant Fashion Plate was going to see this as competing. And given how needy Blane’s groans were sounding, he knew that this was the only time he could do this and get a shot at winning. Fashion Plate, who was deeply blushed and panting with a grin, stared over at Blade and jeered, “Don’t be shy, baby! Otherwise you’re gonna… l-lose…”

Feeling how hot and meaty Blane’s cock felt against the underside of his tail, Fashion moaned like a mare in heat as he lit his horn. His own cock was practically pouring pre down his exposed length, which then dribbled onto the bed while dangling below his stomach. Not sure how long he was going to last himself, the unicorn pulled his panties down, leaving his rear and tailhole completely exposed while his skirt and tail were lifted. Blane clenched his eyes tightly at the sight, feeling like seeing something that tight and inviting would set him over the edge in an instant.

With his heart racing in horror, Blade quickly complied and went to work. Desperate to keep from licking his own brother's... that, the gryphon grinded his rear against Blaze’s cock as hard as he could. He could hear how loudly his brother groaned with that first hard press, making Blade know that he actually was rather close. Keeping his head hung low with his eyes closed, Blade struggled to not think about what he was doing while gyrating his hips like Fashion Plate was doing. He felt the length of Blaze’s shaft press up against the underside of his tail, which made it raise upward by pure instinct; the feeling made Blade shudder with a hot blush, but it also made him realize he could use this to his advantage. While Blane’s moans became louder, Blade did the one thing he knew could work, despite it also being something he never would’ve done outside of this scenario. With Blaze’s cock firmly against his rear and the hem of his skirt, Blade winced before moving his butt up and down as quickly as possible to stroke him off.

Blaze’s breathing became heavier, but his eyes remained slightly open as he marveled at that petite, pantied rump riding up and down the length of his cock like a true pro. By focusing on the gryphon’s body alone, Blaze was able to keep his mind from reminding him whose it was. In his absinthe-fueled mind, all he saw was a slim, curved gryphoness servicing his cock like a slut that needed it in her. He knew he needed to cum soon, but that ass was tempting enough to make him want to rip those panties off and plow her like a proper chickie right now~

Oh, goddess! Thought Blade to himself shamefully while hearing his brother moan out in guilty pleasure. What the buck am I doin’?! I can’t believe I’m bloody twerkin’ against his tool like a bucking nob! His heart was racing as he moved his rump up and down the length of that knotted cock, and was too terrified by losing to realize he was growing hard himself as well. Nevertheless, through the growing heat and smell of rich musk, the gryphon continued going while thinking repeatedly, Please let this work, please let this work, please let this work…


The blushed Blade worked his rear up and down that shaft as best as he could, desperately trying to make Blaze cum before Blane could do so with Fashion Plate. Unfortunately, he could hear Blane’s breathing become more rapid by the second. By now, Fashion Plate was pretty much sitting against the underside of Blane’s cock, rubbing the dock of his tail up and down the massive tool while sporting a hungry grin. Narrowing his eyes on the gryphon, Fashion waited until Blane’s eyes creaked open before hissing in a lustful voice, “C’mon, big guy. You know you wanna stick it in~”

That was what did it for the massive gryphon. With his eyes as tightly shut as his beak, Blane gripped both sides of the pony with his claws as he felt his cock throb strongly. His whole body pulsated as he felt his balls ride up to deliver a proper load for the slutty stallion. With his teeth gritted shut, the gryphon reeled his head back with a strained cry as--

“NnnnngggGGYAAAHHHH!!!” cried out Blaze less than a foot away.

Before the first spurt of cum shot out of Blane while holding Fashion Plate against his lap, both of them heard Blade get pushed and pinned to the ground by Blaze. While Blade fell with a look of shock and violation on his face, Blaze basically had him mounted as his cock erupted against his brother’s backside. With a strong and lingering moan, Blaze gripped Blade tightly and dry-humped himself against the top of the gryphon’s rear, causing several ropes of cum to shoot out and splatter across Blade’s back and wings. Blade gripped the carpet with his claws tightly enough to rip some strands from the floor, and his face scrunched in as he felt that spray of his brother’s hot load hit his feathers. Blaze panted before groaning with one last throb of his cock, letting a small dribble of cum ooze out right above Blade’s tail.

Blade shuddered with a grossed-out look, but Fashion Plate grinned when he saw that the gryphon also had a heavy bush and a hard erection protruding from the crotch of his skirt. Of course, it was hard for the unicorn to notice for that long when Blane came just a second after his brother. The gryphon’s breathing spasmed as his cock spurted out from behind Fashion Plate’s back, shooting high enough to land on the pony’s legs and leave a rope of cum across his muzzle. While the pony sat silently with a satisfied blush on his face, Blane had his forelegs wrapped around him tightly from behind while coming down from such a pent-up load. After wiping the gryphon’s cum off his snout with a smirk, Fashion Plate huffed and said over at Blade, “Well…” Sighing in contentment, the unicorn took a generous lick of the cum on his hoof with a stifled moan, “it...  looks like you win…”

Blade closed his eyes and sighed heavily with his head hung low. “G… Good…” After Blaze finally came down enough to get off his brother’s back, Blade pulled himself off the floor while a towel was floated to him through Fashion’s magic. But as Blade tried to wipe his back clean with the towel, Fashion Plate noticed that the tent in the gryphon’s skirt was lowering slowly with each passing second. His head tilted with a curious smirk as he continued licking any remnants of cum off his fur, letting the salty bitterness help stir his mind with with ideas as to why that was happening; or more specifically, ideas as to why Blade got so hard in the first place…

Fashion Plate started to feel Blane’s grip weaken, and the gryphon soon fell back into the bed in a tired slump. Even though he was happy that he got the big guy off so easily, the crossdressed stallion was a little upset that Blane came before he could. However, he also knew there was at least one other gryphon who hasn’t finished yet. While Blaze laid down in the bed alongside his brother, Fashion Plate had his sights set on Blade with a randy grin growing across his muzzle. “S-So, Blade… feel a little left out?”

“Huh?” asked the gryphon while trying to get the towel to a harder spot on his back where he could feel some remaining cum. He glanced over at Fashion and said, “Whad’ya mean?”

“I mean…” Feeling rather adventurous, the stallion turned himself around so his forelegs were rested on the foot on the bed. He looked back at Blade and finished his statement with an enticing smirk. “I am the host, after all. It’d be a shame if I left one of my guests all blue-balled…”

The pony then lifted his tail slowly, his panties still stretched between his knees to leave himself completely uncovered to the wide-eyed gryphon. While Blade stood with a slightly open beak, Fashion Plate chuckled and added, “Come on, big boy~ I think you earned it after that show you gave…”

In most circumstances, Blade would’ve been apprehensive at best about bucking some guy he just met. Even though he couldn’t say he never did anything with another dude (although to be fair, most of those were because he had no idea they were guys), the skinny gryphon knew that he preferred girls far more. But then again, he had to admit that Fashion Plate looked rather nice in the pose he was in, with a smile that was inviting Blade to take him from behind. Plus, the gryphon could feel his erection straining through his panties, making them much tighter than before. Not wanting to think how long he was hard, or what may have caused it, Blade let out a strained groan and decided to go for it. After all, banging some stallion while in drag wouldn’t be the worst thing he did that night.

After Fashion Plate tossed him a nearby bottle of lubricant, Blade quickly got himself prepped while his brothers laid less than a foot away in post-orgasm. The gryphon lifted his skirt up before dropping his panties, letting his cock spring free from its silk prison and stand triumphantly behind an impressed-looking Fashion Plate. Blade poured a generous amount of the lubricant on his knotted member with a claw, making it glisten brightly under the bedroom light. While Blade stroked himself with the lube to make sure every inch was covered, Fashion Plate purred with a bit lip as he marveled at the sight. Blade stared down at the pony’s waiting entrance, which was already puckering up in anticipation for that meaty tip. 

Fashion Plate’s eyes were narrowed on that fully-erect cock, and he groaned in need before lying face-down at the foot of the bed. He looked up at Blade and said in a weak moan, “G-Go on… Don’t hold back…”

Blade wasn’t sure if it was the pony’s tone, or the outfit he was still wearing, but that statement was enough to make the gryphon pounce on him like an animal. Fashion Plate squeaked when Blade’s claws pinned him down by his shoulders, but that quickly turned to a gasp as he felt that hot, pointed cockhead prodding against his waiting hole. Fashion clenched his eyes shut with a shaky grin while biting his lip, anticipating how intensely this gryphon was going to rail him. Without much warning, Blade shoved the head of his cock inside Fashion Plate, making the stallion groan through his teeth as he maintained a strained smile. Even though the first bout of pain was immense, he knew it would be nothing compared to feeling that thick knot fill him up properly.

Blade pushed in a little more slowly after that first penetration, letting the gradual thickness of his shaft stretch out the pony and make his moans become louder on the bed. Fashion Plate gripped the sheets tightly with his hooves as he tried to relax and let Blade’s cock sink in, despite how much he was groaning at the sheer size of it. It certainly wasn’t the largest cock he ever took, but it certainly felt big from how hard the gryphon was shoving its length inside of him. By the time the gryphon’s knot was pressed against the outside of his hole, Fashion mewed out loudly enough to stir Blaze and Blane on the bed.

Blaze was the first to open his eyes to see what was happening, and became bug-eyed at the sight of his dolled-up brother mounting Fashion Plate from the end of the bed. But even at seeing Fashion’s cock swinging below his torso while taking Blade with a hearty moan, Blaze had to admit that both of them still looked rather girly with their makeup and skirts still around their waists. While Blane began to stir and see what was going on, Blaze groggily sat against the headboard and watched with growing interest. “Damn, dude,” he muttered under his breath, barely even realizing his claw was slowly going down to his currently flaccid member.

Blade didn’t hear his brother’s voice, which helped as he pushed himself in harder against Fashion Plate’s tight hole. The stallion’s moans soon turned into pained cries as he felt the pressure of that knot trying to cram itself in, but he didn’t dare want it to stop anytime soon. With his face a deep shade of red, Fashion gritted his teeth and bore down on the bedding while pushing himself back. His eyes were tightly shut enough to start forming tears at the corners, but the pony maintained his composure as he felt that thick knot slowly stretch his hole to its limits.

Blane was still lying on his back on the bed, but his eyes widened at the sight of such a small stallion taking a gryphon’s cock so tenaciously. Blade and Blaze may have been a bit smaller than his own length, but Blane still thought that Fashion had to be determined to want to be tied up around knot like his brother's. He came just a few minutes ago, but seeing Fashion Plate in that getup getting filled while letting out such a heavy moan was something Blane wanted to keep watching. With any luck, maybe the gryphon would get another go by the time his brother was finished with him. 

“Hnnnnnnggg…” Fashion Plate felt Blade’s claws tighten their grip on his shoulders as he pushed in deeper, clearly wanting to give the pony his fill before pounding him senselessly. After taking a deep breath, the unicorn held it before pushing back with all his might, desperate to get that knot in before the pain became too much. With his face shaking and deepening with the added bloodflow, Fashion breathed out just as Blade’s knot finally sank in past the pony’s stretched-out ring. “MmmmmmmgggGGGYAAAHHHH!!!”

Fashion cried out in a mix of pain and relief as soon as the knot sank in, leaving him to feel completely filled by Blade’s throbbing cock. His face slumped down on the bed with a satisfied groan, not even caring that his makeup was smearing against the sheets due to how much he was sweating. Meanwhile, Blaze and Blane could only watch in shared interest as the two crossdressed guys bucked in front of them. Since both of them were focused on the girly bodies as opposed to the faces, neither of them said anything as they watched side-by-side with their cocks slowly re emerging from their cum-matted sheaths. 

Before he could get a proper breather after that filling, Fashion Plate gasped at feeling Blade’s cock try to pull back. Despite how firmly that knot held him inside, the gryphon still pulled hard enough to tug against Fashion’s strained hole from the inside. The pressure was intense to say the least, but the unicorn shuddered with a guilty grin at feeling Blade taking him so roughly. That feeling was then multiplied with one hard thrust from the gryphon, with his cock shoving itself hard into Fashion and just barely brushing against his prostate. The sensation made the stallion’s eyes shoot wide open as he let out a surprised and elated cry in the room.

Of course, Blade wasn’t done by any means. With his mind focused on getting himself off, the gryphon quickly tried to pull back once more and get into a rhythm. Like with countless girls he banged before, Blade knew exactly how hard he needed to pull with his knot to make each thrust as deep and powerful as possible in the stallion’s unbelievably tight rump. Fashion’s moans became more prolonged with each thrust that came after the first, letting Blade know he was on the right track. As he got himself in a slowly building rhythm, Blade kept his sights down on the slutty Fashion as much as he could, ignoring the fact that both of his brothers were watching with interest as he plowed this pony for all he was worth. 

With each hard shove of Blade’s cock inside of him, Fashion groaned out in sweet ecstasy of being filled and taken like a common slut. It may have been a simple kink of his, but dammit if he didn’t enjoy it every time it happened. Knowing that two more gryphons were watching him from the front, the unicorn made sure that each moan was as audible as possible while taking Blade’s thrusts with a smile. Fashion knew exactly how he looked, and he hoped that at least one of the other gryphons would want to have sloppy seconds after their brother.

Of course, that reminder made a light bulb turn on above the stallion’s head. With one glance back at the other two gryphons, he could see that both of them were involuntarily rubbing at their sheaths. By now, Blade was starting to thrust in hard enough to make an audible slap between their bodies, causing each moan from Fashion Plate to hiccup as he was getting rammed from behind. But despite how incredible it felt to get his prostate teased by that thick knot, the stallion knew that Blade could go rougher. He decided to test his luck as he said up to him between thrusts. “S-So… You seemed to… B-Be riled up… F-For a while, huh?~”

Blade continued to pound at an increasingly faster rate, feeling himself getting more pent-up with each thrust he made inside Fashion’s immensely tight hole. Even though hearing his voice was a bit of a turn-off, he was still able to continue while responding back, “M… Maybe…”

“Nnnnnnn~” Fashion narrowed his eyes on him with a growing grin. With his heart racing, the unicorn then asked in a more teasing tone. “Was… was it because… of me?~” 

Before Blade could respond, Fashion Plate added with a widening smirk, “Or… was it from getting off Blaze?~”

“H-HEY!” Blade made sure to thrust in especially hard after that comment, which made Fashion squeak out and shudder shakily from the impact. “Sh-Shut up, mate!”

After a shaky moan that reverberated through his body, Fashion Plate chuckled with a devilish smile while Blade’s cock was still in him. “I bet it was~”

“DUDE!” Blade rammed into the stallion’s hole even harder, making Fashion yelp in a mix of pain and elation. Not realizing he was just getting the pony more turned on, Blade said angrily with a blush, “Y-You better shut up!”

“Mmmmmmm~” Fashion squirmed in delight while gripping the bedding with his hooves tightly. Since the gryphon was still tied inside of him by the knot, he knew there wouldn’t be much for Blade to do but continue and finish inside of him if he wanted to pull out. After a brief moment, he felt Blade keep going in a quicker and more frustrated pace. Growing a more confident tone in his voice, Fashion looked up at Blaze while Blade was still going at him from behind. “H-How about you, big guy? I… I know you liked it… d-didn’t you?~”

While Blade grimaced and looked away from them, Blaze breathed out shakily while looking down at the pony. Even with Fashion Plate staring up at him with a knowing grin, Blaze’s claw didn’t pull away from his hardening member which was halfway out of his sheath. Unsure of what to say, the gryphon averted his sights from Fashion’s gaze and sputtered out, “I-I… I was already hard.”

“I--NNNNGH!! … I saw…” Blade may have plowed into Fashion hard enough to make him almost lose his grip, but the pony still kept a cheeky tone as he continued to tease the gryphon. “I… I saw how hard you were… w-when you took him… and c-came all over his b-back~”

Blaze tried to cross his legs with a shameful groan, but that just made Fashion Plate giggle in response. “Nnnnn~ I… I bet you… w-w-wanted to finish on him~”

“HEY!!” Without thinking, Blade smacked Fashion Plate on the ass hard with a claw. Fashion Plate’s head reeled back with a loud scream, but soon became a wince that was accompanied with a strained grin. Blade may have not seen it, but Blaze and Blane did. Both their eyes widened at seeing Fashion Plate enjoy taking Blade’s abuse, all while the gryphon continued thrusting even harder. 

“Aaaaahhh!~ You… you were hard too, Blade!” His eyes clenched tight with another cry as Blade pounded into him even harder. “Nnnnnghhh!~ I… I saw it! You… you liked it too~”

Blade gave another hard smack to the pony’s already reddened cheek. The gryphon was growing more frustrated by the second, and he was barely able to register how riled up he was making Fashion with each attempt he made to shut the pony up. By now, Blade was thrusting into the stallion with rapid succession, causing the room to almost be echoing with the constant sound of their bodies smacking against each other so lewdly. While Fashion Plate laid face-down on the bed in pure pleasure of being rutted so primally, it seemed that Blaze and Blane were getting hard as they watched them go at it. The girly stallion was yelling out like a mare in heat, and each second spent watching him getting pounded by their brother was making the two gryphons grow more flustered with blushes on their faces. Neither one could resist stroking themselves as they watched with their beaks clenched shut.

Despite how hard Blade was ramming his length into him, Fashion looked back up at him with strained eyes and said with a smirk, “A-Admit it! You… you wanted it… You wanted him, Bladey-Boy~”

With his talons clenching hard around the pony’s shoulders, Blade shouted out alongside each pronounced thrust “I!! TOLD!! YOU!! TO SHUT!! UP!!!”

Fashion knew he was setting Blade off, but he was barely able to hear half his words when he was screaming in carnal pleasure himself. “I… I bet!!!” The pony have have been getting plowed immensely hard by the gryphon, but he still tried to say in a strained voice, “I bet you… Th-That… Blaze w-w-would rather… t-take you over me!~”

Blade’s beak skewed with a blush as he went in even harder. Each thrust that Blade made pushed Fashion Plate forward a little more on the bed. Of course, this just made the unicorn’s strained and reddened face come up closer to the two turned on gryphons watching with their claws on their cocks. His grin went up to Blaze as he said between heavy pants. “T-Tell me… W-w-which one… do you wanna use?~”

That question set Blade off, not realizing that he was growing just as blushed as his brothers. Not wanting to think how Fashion’s words were getting to him, he rammed the pony as hard as he could while he felt himself get closer to climax. Meanwhile, Blaze groaned through his shut beak as he continued to stroke himself in growing need. Fashion Plate saw how blushed the drunk gryphon looked, and struggled to speak between Blade’s powerful thrusts. “H… How about this… Th...The one of us who cums first… takes both of you!~”

Blaze couldn't help letting out a guilty moan as he continued stroking himself after hearing that measure; Blane was still going as well, but his beak was shut with a skewed look on the stallion. Blade clenched his eyes shut as he gasped as well, not wanting to see either of his brothers and make things any weirder than they were. Of course, that didn’t stop the heaviness lurching in his chest as he realized he could feel himself getting close. Blade’s mind was yelling at him to stop, but he felt his body moving on its own impulses with a primal urge to breed the pony underneath him. Blade winced painfully as he struggled to stop , but he had no idea how much longer he was going to last in this state. 

Fashion Plate was reaching near his peak as well, but he was more focused on whether or not Blade was going to cum first. He could hear the gryphon’s frustrated grunts over the sound of their bodies smacking, making him grow more turned on at the realization of what might happen. His body was burning with how hard Blade’s cock was thrusting into his deepest depths, but the pony was still able to clench himself as tightly as he could as a means to keep the gryphon from pulling out. Blade winced with clenched eyes from the added pressure, which didn’t help with his building orgasm as his hips spasmed against the pony’s. 

Luckily, that little jolt was just enough to help the gryphon temporarily break his rhythm. Unfortunately, that small pause came just a second too late. With his eyes clenched shut, Blade groaned out loudly as he felt his whole body shudder from the way his cock spasmed inside Fashion Plate. He could feel each throb of his cock as he shot his load inside, making him let out a winced cry as his hips instinctively thrusted in against the stallion. The thrusts weren’t nearly as hard or as rough as earlier, but Fashion Plate groaned in delight all the same as he felt that gooey warmth flood his insides and fill him up. He clenched hard against the gryphon’s spasming cock, making sure he claimed every drop of Blade’s seed like a common broodmare in heat as he moaned deeply. After almost a minute of electric tingling that pulsated throughout his nerves, the gryphon slumped down on top of Fashion Plate’s back with a shameful shudder, refusing to open his eyes. 

Fashion Plate looked up at the two gryphons with half lidded eyes, and huffed with a devilish grin when he saw both of them were still rock-hard and throbbing. Neither Blaze or Blane were able to cum before their brother could, leaving both of them to pant heavily while staring at the two with heavy blushes on their faces. Given the realization of what this meant, Fashion was a little surprised he didn’t cum himself. However, that little detail made him grin rather wide as he said up to the gryphon still buried deep inside him. “H… Hey Blade…”

Blade didn’t open his eyes, but he still breathed out heavily enough for Fashion to take as a response. Looking up with narrowed eyes, the pony said in a weak, but still lustful voice, “You came first~” 

That was when Blade's eyes shot wide open with his pupils shrunken. While Fashion plate giggled underneath him, the gryphon gulped in dreadful realization.
> Chapter Four: Blade's "Punishment" [Incest Warning]
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For every guy, there comes that moment of clarity after doing something sexual where they immediately realize how sick or depraved they acted during their riled-up state. It could be from getting off to something unconventional or taboo, or it could be from doing things with someone they wouldn’t have done with a clear head. Nevertheless, Blade Clawston was feeling that moment of dreadful realization very soon after he came inside the stallion Fashion Plate. Granted, it wasn’t because the pony was a bad lay or anything; in fact, the gryphon could admit to himself that he was pretty damn decent. No, the reason for Blade’s shrunken-in pupils and terrified expression wasn’t because of the stallion; it was because of the wager that was made while bucking him.

Now that the deed was done, with Blade being the only one of the two who came, he was stuck with quite a dilemma in front of him. Both of his brothers, who were just as wasted as he was, were still on the bed in front of him and Fashion Plate; neither of the gryphons said anything when they watched the two go at it, and now the two were just waiting in pent-up arousal while their cocks were fully out and throbbing. Blade didn’t dare look either one of them in the eye (or their dicks) as he felt his own member soften inside the stallion underneath him, but he could feel Blaze and Blane’s eyes all over him like hungry claws. And given the fact he was still in his makeup and girly clothing, he did not want to think about what must have been going through either of his drunk brothers’ heads. 

After he felt Blade’s knot soften up enough inside of him, Fashion Plate was able to pull himself free with a wet-sounding pop. Blade gasped from the change in pressure and fell back on his butt after finally being able to pull out. Even though the unicorn winced from the sudden exit of the gryphon’s cock, he still smiled with clenched eyes as he settled on the bed with a satisfied groan. He took a brief moment to relax his aching hole, which was slowly dribbling little rivulets of gryphon cum down his backside, and let out a pleased shudder before glancing over at Blade with an eager grin. “Well, Bladey?” teased the stallion with a wiggle of his brows. “You need a minute?~”

Blade cringed as he sat on the floor in front of the slutty stallion, and his heart raced as a million thoughts raced through his head. Of course, most of those thoughts were related to how the buck he could be able to get out of this room without doing anything unholy with his own brothers. When he made a brief glance back at the gryphons on the bed, Blade saw the way Blaze was staring at him with narrowed eyes and a heavy blush on his cheeks. His claw was still wrapped tightly around his cock, and he was stroking himself at a pace slow enough to be edging. Meanwhile, Blane was a bit more restrained as he stroked himself, as his focus was more set on Fashion Plate and his sloppily used rear. 

Even though the pony didn’t mind being stared at by Blane, he set his sights on Blade and said with a smirk, “Oh, come on… Don’t tell me you’re going to turn down a deal after losing a bet~”

Blade felt his heart jump up to his throat as he blurted back at him, “H-Hey! There was no bloody bet, alright?! I never a-agreed to it!”

“Did you say no?” replied Fashion with a raised brow. It took a few seconds for Blade to try and say something with an open beak, but it eventually closed as the gryphon’s head slumped in dread. 

“That’s what I thought~” chirped the unicorn devilishly. “So how about you be a good boy and take your punishme--”

“W-WAIT!” shouted Blade with desperation heavy in his tone. Starting to look frantic, the wide-eyed gryphon motioned to both his brothers and asked, “W-What about them? Y-You… You never asked either of them if they’d do that!”

Even though that point made Fashion Plate raise his other brow slightly, he only paused for a second before looking back at the other two gryphons. “Alright, fine. What do you two want to do?~”

Blaze didn’t say anything, and had his eyes pinned on Blade while purring with a growing grin. The skinny gryphon was looking mortified at how lustfully his brother was staring at him, and was unsure how he could get out of doing anything while being ogled like a piece of meat. His heart was racing as a worried blush grew across his cheeks, and he looked away from Blaze’s leering as those purrs emanated louder in the room. 

“I’m gonna take that as an okay from Blaze,” said Fashion Plate with a smirk. He then noticed how Blane was more focused on him than his brother, which lead the unicorn to add with a shrug, “Of course, I wouldn’t be against this guy having some fun with me instead~”

Hearing that response, Blane grinned wide as his eyes narrowed on that sloppy plot of the stallion’s. But before the massive gryphon could even lift a talon towards Fashion Plate, the pony put out a hoof and stated, “But!”

After saying that loudly enough to get the attention from all three gryphons, Fashion Plate looked back at the nervous-looking Blade before widening his grin. “Given how Bladey-Boy just finished, I think I know just the trick to get him in a better mood…”





Of all the things Fashion Plate decided to take from his shelf for convenience, keeping a blindfold nearby was hooves-down his best decision. Even though he was worried whether it’d fit over the gryphon’s head, the soft padding draped over Blade’s eyes perfectly. After being given a little bit more vodka to ease his nerves, the crossdressed gryphon was gently lead to the bed with the help of Fashion Plate’s magic. Blaze and Blane rested against the headboard side-by-side, both of them staring at their dolled-up brother with optimistically cloudy judgement. Blade was seated at the foot of the bed, which involuntarily made his skirt spread open to show off his lacey panties. Giggling naughtily, Fashion Plate decided to ride up that skirt just a tiny bit more, helping to further reveal what was between the gryphon’s legs. 

And with the tiniest tint of a glow from his horn, the unicorn pulled a camera from behind the folding wall to place on an end-table across from the bed. It wasn’t nearly as large or bulky as the back-mounted cameras paparazzi use, but it had just as good quality when it came to the pictures it took. Plus, the fact that it developed and printed its photos instantly from the front made it quite a handy little tool for Fashion Plate to use for his own little fun. After discreetly putting the camera in place without Blaze or Blane seeing it, Fashion Plate sat down in a small chair opposite the bed with a grin. 

“Now…” Fashion Plate decided to test his camera by tossing a collar to the bed with a flash of his magic. Just as he did that, the camera’s flash went off at the same time to take a quick picture. Due to some ingenuity on Fashion’s part, the only noise the camera made was a tiny click before a small photograph slid out from the front onto the table. The photo showed Blade sitting meekly on the bed while crossdressed and blindfolded; the angle of the photo also gave quite a nice view of the underside of Blade’s skirt. In the background, Blaze and Blane were lying on opposite ends beside the gryphon with surly looks of arousal on their faces.

Fashion Plate pointed to the collar on the bed before saying giddily, “That collar has a small inhibiting crystal on the front, which makes whomever wears it a bit less… prudish, if you catch my drift~” 

Blane leaned forward and picked up the collar with a claw, noting that the black leather seemed to be a bit worn-down from repeated use. On the front of the collar looked to be a small pink gem that was engraved inside the garment. Fashion Plate remembered hearing that the crystal was a product of Princess Cadance herself when he purchased it through… less than legal means. And given how quickly it made ponies aroused when it was placed around their neck, the unicorn could understand why the item was so hard to obtain without a permit or registration.

Nevertheless, Blane looked back at Fashion Plate and asked, “So… do you want me to put it on him, or…” He motioned his head towards Blade, who was sitting with a growing look of worried apprehension on his face. Meanwhile, Blaze was already leaning in from Blade’s other side like a lion stalking its kill.

“Well of course, silly!” said Fashion Plate with a roll of his eyes. “How else are we going to get him refreshed?” He then hopped off his seat to help assist in the matter, just as Blade tried to open his beak and say something in protest. Unfortunately, the gryphon’s words were stopped too early as Fashion Plate pressed his hoof gently against the tip of Blade’s beak. “Shhhhh… I’ll let you talk after I do this…”

With a glow of his horn, Fashion floated the collar from Blane’s claw over to Blade’s gulping neck. After unlatching the device with his magic, the pony wrapped the black leather around the gryphon’s feathered neck. The collar luckily fit, albeit just barely, and snapped secure behind Blade’s head before the gem at the front began to glow. As soon as the pink light appeared, Blade gasped with his back arched in surprise. “OOH! That… that’s bloody cold, mate!”

“Give it a couple seconds,” cooed the stallion as he rubbed Blade’s neck soothingly. “It’ll warm up real soon…~”

Blaze and Blane watched as the collar quickly took effect. In a matter of seconds, Blade’s face began to blush even brighter than the pink makeup he had on his cheeks. Even after he gasped, his beak remained open as he felt the warmth of the collar slowly reverberate throughout his whole body. His nerves began tingling, sending a faint and constant flow of electricity that made his fur and feathers lift up slightly. His claws gripped the bed tightly, and a shaky moan escaped his beak from the sensations that were coursing through his body. And between his legs, Blade could feel his member begin to stir from its sheathe and prod against the inside of his panties.

"That’s right,” whispered Fashion Plate as he brought his muzzle right up to Blade’s ear. Due to the collar’s abilities, Fashion knew that the gryphon would be much more cooperative due to the gem’s slight hypnotizing effects. Neither Blaze or Blane could hear him as he spoke in the faintest tone. “Right now, you’re in your own little space, Bladey~ On both sides of you are two very, very hot guys who want to have some fun with you. And right now, you’re feeling a bit more curious than usual. You want to know what it’s like to be with two random guys at the same time. And no matter what you hear, you don’t know who they are while the blindfold is on. Just remember. This. Is. What. You. Want…”

Fashion pulled away slowly from Blade’s ear, and grinned when he saw the gryphon faintly nod with an exhale. The stallion may have done this sort of cohersion before, but it never ceased to amaze him when he saw how simple it really was. “Hey, what was that?” asked Blaze in a surly tone while looking between Blade and the pony. 

“Oh, just a little pep talk,” chimed the pony as he sauntered back to his chair. He lit his horn to readjust his skirt a tiny bit, using the flash of his magic to hide the flash of the camera taking another picture. The photo developed now showed Blaze and Blane side-by-side to their brother, who looked much more comfortable and blushed while the collar was around his neck. “Now then,” resumed the stallion as he relaxed in his chair with his skirt clearly beginning to tent, “Bladey? How about you stick your claws out to both sides of you and feel around…”

Slowly, Blade obeyed as his forelegs spread out and touched Blaze and Blane’s chests. The gryphon’s talons fan across both of their muscular forms, gracing their feathers and making him blush even deeper. Blade took a deep breath as he focused on how toned and manly the two guys felt, and exhaled in a light moan through his shut beak. Meanwhile, Fashion Plate began teasing at his cock through his skirt with a hoof. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan as he watched Blade rub at both his brothers in growing interest.

Blane seemed a bit apprehensive, but Blaze was just grinning while staring down at the dolled-up gryphon. “Hey, Bladey!” piped Fashion while he continued to rub at himself slowly. “H-How do you feel?~”

“Nnnnn…” Even with the blindfold on, Blade’s eyes were still closed as he focused on the muscled chests of the two guys he was groping. He wasn’t sure why he was so interested in this, but he really didn’t want to stop anytime soon. His claws slowly began to work their way downward, which intensified his blush as he replied in a moan, “It… it feels…”

As soon as his claws touched the tops of the gryphons’ waists, Blade shuddered as a shaky smile grew across his beak. “... n-nice~”

Fashion Plate grinned especially wide after hearing that answer, and pulled up his skirt so he could stroke himself without any unneeded distraction. Meanwhile, Blade’s shaky claws slowly moved down to feel Blaze and Blane’s thick, throbbing members pointed right at him. After he let out a shaky breath, the gryphon gently wrapped his talons around both shafts as his blush intensified. Due to his sight being unusable by the blindfold, all that Blade could do was feel the warmth and thickness coming from both cocks, as well as smell the rich musk that was coming off the two guys he was between. The scent was strong enough to almost taste on his tongue, which made him start drooling as his breaths became deeper.

Blane seemed a bit less comfortable with the feeling of his brother slowly stroking him, while Blaze just groaned and leaned his hips closer to the crossdressed gryphon. But despite any lingering thoughts about who specifically was doing the deed, both of them had to admit that Blade was quite good at stroking their lengths at a comfortable speed. Both of their eyes were shut as they let their brother play with their cocks, so neither of them noticed the flash of the camera go off again. When the photo developed, the obvious tent coming from Blade’s skirt was the only way most ponies could tell that it wasn’t just some gryphoness servicing two guys. 

“Oh… Oh man,” muttered Blade in a flustered tone as he felt the hot flesh of both gryphons’ cocks running along his claws as he stroked them in unison. His heart racing at the feeling of exhilaration flooding through his veins, and he wanted nothing more than explore these bodies for all they were worth. He was sure that he recognized the two somewhere, but he was way too drunk and preoccupied to think too hard about it. So instead, the gryphon continued to feel both of them up before hearing Fashion Plate’s voice.

“H… Hey, Blade,” moaned Fashion as he freely stroked his own cock out in the open in front of the triplets. His face was deeply blushed as he sat with narrowed eyes and a goofy grin on Blade. “How… how about you do a little comparison?”

Blade moaned out as he pulled his claws away from both members, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted to let go just yet. “Wi… with what?” he asked in a slurry tone of voice that had very little of his Trottingham accent. 

Fashion knew it was a risky idea, but he was too turned on to care as he said while stroking, “See… see who’s the better kisser~”

While Blaze stared down at Blade with a couple blinks, Blane whipped his head back at the pony wide-eyed. The blindfold may have covered Blade’s eyes, but his brows still raised in surprise as he asked, “R-Really?”

“Dude, come on!” blurted Blane with a firm tone of hesitance towards Fashion Plate. “I’m not cool with doing that. This is weird enough as it is!”

“He’s already playing with your dick, sweetie,” replied the unicorn coyly with a smirk. “How is kissing any worse?”

Blane looked downward with a confused strain of his eyes as he tried to get his thoughts in order. “W-Well… I’m not…”

While the massive gryphon tried to think, Blade was rubbing his claws back up both of their chests as he took heavy breaths. By now, the collar was in full effect as his cock was fully erect and clearly poking his skirt out. Fashion Plate decided to ask him, “How about you, Bladey? Are you okay with that?~”

It was up at that point that Blade’s claws were up to the tops of Blaze and Blane’s chests, being able to give him a good idea on where their faces were. With his cheeks fully glowing with blush, the skinny gryphon nodded softly as a moan escaped his beak. “Y… yeah…”

Blaze’s beak was skewed for a brief moment before he huffed impatiently. “Oh, screw it!” he blurted before going in. He was already too drunk and horny to think about it too much, so he closed his eyes and bent down to plant his beak against Blade’s. While Blane gawked at his brothers with a dropped jaw, Blaze held the crossdressed gryphon in as their beaks stayed connected. After the first bout of surprise from Blade, he was able to respond by kissing Blaze back deeply. His cheeks were strongly flushed as he went in, even allowing his tongue to slip out momentarily to explore the inside of that mysterious beak. Blaze let out a muffled groan at first, but eventually settled as he kept his eyes closed and rubbed his claw along Blade’s crop top. Due to the feel of those clothes, combined with the smell of makeup and perfume, the gryphon was able to make himself think he was just kissing some slutty chick he met at a bar instead of… well, this.

Just as Blane looked away from the sight of the two making out with his eyes clenched shut, another picture was taken. Fashion Plate’s breathing became weaker as he rubbed his cock faster at the sight of cuch incestuous depravity right in front of him. Before he could blow his load, the unicorn piped up and said, “N-Now the other!”

Blane tried to speak up, just as Blade pulled away from Blaze’s panting beak. “Hey, wait a minute! At least let me prepa--MMMMPH!!”

Before another word could escape his beak, Blade reached his head up and planted his beak right against the second gryphon’s with a newfound fire burning in his heart. Much like the first, Blade let the kiss linger for a few seconds before letting his tongue sink in to explore and taste. This one was much more resistant as he groaned and tried to pull away. Fortunately, the struggling weakened after a while, just a few seconds longer than the first one did. Even though there wasn’t much kissing back from him, Blade seemed rather content as he let the kiss linger sensually for just a moment more. 

Blaze stared at the two with a couple of befuddled blinks, not even catching the camera flash going off as the two made out. “Damn, dude,” he said before looking at Fashion Plate with a huffed smirk, “that must’ve been a damn good pep talk!”

Fashion paused his self-pleasure long enough to shrug back at him. “What can I say? I have a way with words~”

Blade’s beak pulled away from Blane’s with a wet pop, with both of them gasping loudly enough to catch Fashion Plate’s attention. Seeing a thin line of saliva between the two beaks just before breaking apart, the unicorn shuddered with a deep blush. “O-Oh my!~” he uttered with a pent-up tone, not even needing to touch his own stallionhood to make it throb outside his skirt. Already having a good idea what he wanted to do, he asked the crossdressed gryphon, “S-So, Bladie… Who won?”

“Uhhh... “ With his mind swimming with lustful thoughts, Blade moaned as he leaned back and teased at his cock through his skirt and panties. “I don’t… wanna choose…”

Fashion Plate purred with a wide grin as he saw how horny Blade was getting while between his brothers. “Oh, goodness~” he jeered as he licked his lips. “You really want some action, don’t ya?~”

Blade nodded his head strongly with a hungry moan. One of his claws went under his skirt so he could knead at his throbbing cock, which was straining against his panties strongly enough to risk ripping them. His over claw reached out towards Blaze, feeling around for his legs before moving up to grasp at his cock once more. Blaze groaned out with his head pulled back, allowing his brother to stroke him at a much faster pace as he sighed in pleasure. By the time Blade pulled his claw away from his own aching member, he felt the bed move around as Fashion Plate hopped in with them.

Feeling more pent-up than a bull in heat season, the stallion’s face was a beet-red when he moved Blade forward so his rump was in the air. “O-Oh, man,” moaned the pony as he lifted up Blade’s skirt from behind, seeing that deliciously curved rear that was covered by the lacey panties. Even though the change in position was a bit of a surprise, Blade didn’t seem to mind as he brought his face closer to the cock he was currently rubbing with both claws. He breathed in deeply as he took in the powerful musk Blaze was giving off.

Blane sat with a confused expression while his cock stood untouched and rock-hard. He stared at Fashion Plate pulling down Blade’s panties before asking, “Ummm, what are you--”

Fashion Plate was panting with lust as he bent himself upward in the direction of Blane. Wanting to get in on the action, the stallion lifted his tail to show off his sloppy hole before lighting his horn. The camera went off while Blane was too distracted at the sight of Fashion presenting to him. “G-Give it to me!” ordered the pony as he kept himself in position. Luckily, Blane was too turned-on by that moment to notice as he quickly mounted him.

Fashion Plate groaned at the feeling of such a massive gryphon on top of him a second time in a row, making him feel light-headed for a moment with a dreamy smile on his muzzle. However, the sight of Blade’s now fully exposed rear was enough to make him quickly snap back to reality and get in on that rump. Just as Blane began to prod the outside of Fashion Plate’s hole with his cock, seemingly forgetting that it was lubed with his brother’s previous load, the unicorn dove his muzzle in to lap at the puckering hole of Blade’s with a hearty moan.

Blade gasped at the feeling of someone’s wet, warm tongue dragging up his rear, making him stop temporarily with his beak wide-open. Without even thinking, Blaze’s claw grasped at the feathers on the back of Blade’s head to push his face down towards his crotch. Blade didn’t even have a beak-sheathe on, but it didn’t seem like Blaze seemed to mind as he shuddered at the feeling of a warm chickie’s beak wrapped around his twitching cock. As Blade felt the hot, thick length of meaty cock inside of his mouth, the musky taste that emanated from it was just too strong to ignore as he let out a muffled moan of his own. 

With his eyes closed, Blade began to run his tongue up and down the shaft of the gryphon’s member, doing the best he could with a beak instead of a pair of lips. Meanwhile, his hole kept twitching as Fashion Plate continued to lick fervently with a hungry groan between eager laps. At feeling the wrinkled skin of the gryphon’s hole dance across his tongue, Fashion could only moan in deep ecstasy as he felt his own entrance quickly stretch open from the tip of Blane’s cock. The massive gryphon’s claws gripped Fashion’s rear tightly, but it only elicited an eager squeak from the pony as Blane pushed himself inside with a hint of desperation in his rapid breathing, 

One hard thrust was enough for Blane to shove most of his shaft deep inside Fashion Plate with the aid of Blade’s cum, which only made the pony cry out on pleasure between licks against Blade’s rear. Since his own knot was significantly bigger than his brother’s, Blane knew that he probably couldn’t get it inside Fashion if he tried; so instead, the gryphon began to thrust in and out with a hungry pace, letting his knot prod hard against the stallion’s hole each time he pushed in deeply. Fashion Plate groaned in carnal pleasure at feeling the massive gryphon’s cock pounding at his hole, rubbing against his prostate with enough force to make the pony’s face repeatedly smush in against Blade’s backside. Of course, it didn’t seem like the pony minded as he took each thrust with a deep blush growing across his smiling face. 

Meanwhile, Blade was now bobbing his head up and down the length of Blaze’s member, moaning out each time most of the gryphon’s shaft was away from his drooling beak. Blaze had his head pulled back with closed eyes as he groaned deeply, making sure to use a claw to rub at Blade’s skirt as a sort of drunken assurance he wasn’t getting blown by a guy, let alone his brother. He could’ve sworn he noticed a flash or two, but he was sure that was just the liquor playing tricks on him. So instead of thinking too much about it, he focused on the feel of that skilled tongue rolling up and down his length and bringing him closer to orgasm. 

Blade had no idea how well he was doing since he was blindfolded, but he was honestly more focused on his own pleasure as he licked at every inch of that wonderfully massive cock in his beak. With the overwhelmingly masculine taste flooding his tastebuds, he could totally see why his brother Troy was happy with that stallion fellow. If pony cocks were even half as good as this gryphon’s, then maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be more open about which groupies to sleep with. Heck, just the thought of being around more dick was making Blade blush as he pleasured the gryphon in front of him. 

By that point, Blane was already starting to reach his peak as he rutted Fashion Plate for all he was worth. After all the constant teasing the pony gave with his lapdances and sexy stares, being able to plow the guy from behind while he was in those clothes was making the gryphon rather pent-up. As he stared down at Fashion Plate and his attire, choosing to ignore the sight of Blade doing that with Blaze, he knew he was going to fill the pony up sooner than later. And given how loudly Fashion was crying out between winded pants, it seemed like the stallion wasn’t going to last too long either.

At feeling such a thick and massive cock thrusting in and out of his already well-used hole, Fashion could feel his own dangling cock throbbing as he tried to keep himself edged for the grand finale. He could feel every throb of Blane’s cock as it plowed in and out of him over and over, that thick knot pounding his hole each time to make him cry out in a mix of pain and sweet, sweet pleasure. By now, Fashion was just holding onto Blade’s rump for leverage as he took each hard thrust from Blane’s member from behind. The sounds from all around him flooded his twitching ears that made his heart flutter with sensual bliss: the slaps of Blane’s body hitting his own as he rutted him at a steadily increasing rate, the muffled moans of Blade between distinct slurps of his tongue, the even louder groans from Blaze as he treated his own brother’s mouth as a fleshlight…

With all of those sounds flooding his ears, it took everything in Fashion Plate not to cum right then and there. But as soon as he heard Blaze’s voice start to become higher-pitched, he knew it was time to set forth the grand finale. With the last of his strength, the unicorn lit his horn to try and slow down Blane’s thrusting. The gryphon felt an aura of yellow magic being wrapped around his waist, allowing him to wince at the forced change of pace before hearing the pony moan out, “Bl… B-Blade, wait up!”

Blade took a couple more licks before pulling back from Blaze’s member with a drooling maw. “H-Huh?” he groaned in a voice that made it clear he was close to cumming as well.

“S… Sit down again!” After pulling Blade back in his original position on the bed, Fashion Plate pulled himself free from Blane’s cock to leave it coated in his brother’s seed. Even though the sight was tempting enough to contemplate licking off the mess himself, Fashion dismissed that idea as he pushed Blane towards his crossdressed brother. “Blaze, you… you get in here too!”

Even though he was pissed at being stopped before he could nut, Blaze reluctantly got back on his paws with a strong grimace. However, as he ended up standing next to Blane on the bed, he quickly began to realize what Fashion was up to while Blade was seated between them. The skinny gryphon was at perfect face-level with both of their cocks, and being so close to both of them which wafting in their scents was enough to make Blade moan out in dire need. 

Fashion Plate pulled himself off the bed, not even bothering to get back in his chair as he stared up at the three from the floor. “Blade, y… use your claws again!”

With an eager nod, Blade was able to grab at both of his brother’s cocks with surprising ease, despite swill wearing the blindfold. As soon as he began stroking both cocks at the same time vigorously, Blaze and Blane both groaned in unison as they were already close. Meanwhile, Fashion Plate stared up at them with a hungry bite of his lip while stroking himself too. 

Blade already knew what was going to happen, and it made his heart race as he beat off both moaning gryphons above him. His face was deeply blushed, and he wanted nothing more than to get both these guys to blow their load all over him. With his own cock throbbing and free from the strain of his panties, the gryphon panted heavily as he felt both cocks in his claws start to throb. Meanwhile the camera was going off repeatedly to make the room flash like a strobe light, although none of the gryphons seemed to notice. Still on the floor, Fashion Plate had a front-row seat to the action as he saw the gryphon jerking off both of his brothers; his own heart was thundering in need as he tried to shout out, “O… Open your mou--”

Blade already had his beak open before Fashion could even finish speaking, his tongue lolling out at the side. With both of the gryphons’ cocks pointed right at his face, Blade shuddered with glee as he heard their moans become louder at the same time. When he felt both cocks throb especially hard, Blade opened his beak as wide as he could just before it happened. 

As soon as he saw up-close, Fashion Plate shot his load powerfully, shooting ropes of his cum out of his throbbing stallionhood to splatter all over the floor and on himself. Of course, he wasn’t nearly as messy as Blade, who moaned in deep pleasure as both cocks erupted at the same time. Blaze and Blane had their eyes clenched shut as they came with unified moans, making multiple spurts of their cum shoot out and splatter all over Blade’s elated face. The gryphon’s legs squirmed as he felt his own cock pulsate that the feeling of countless hot, wet loads showering all over his feathers and beak. With his beak wide open, Blade groaned deeply as he felt a few ropes of their bitter, salty cum land inside and hit his tongue. Letting the taste linger for a long moment, the gryphon waited until both cocks were finished before closing his beak. 

As his brothers both collapsed on the bed in post-orgasmic bliss, Blade laid back as the taste of cum flooded the inside of his beak. While one of his claws went down to jerk himself off, the other was brought up to his mouth to lap at the ropes of cum coating his talons. It only took a couple laps of one of the gryphon’s loads before his whole body writhed in pent-up release. Blade cried out as he finally came, spurting out multiple ropes of cum that landed all over his chest and stomach. His whole body felt like a vibrant wave of electricity that tingled at every nerve of his body, making him squirm and writhe on the bed while coated in ropes of thick semen. 

Looking like an abstract art piece with how much cum was splattered all over his feathers and fur, Blade barely noticed the collar being pulled from his neck with the last ounce of Fashion Plate’s remaining magic. Of course, the magic from that gem that was coursing through the gryphon left him completely drained, and only a few seconds of pleasured relief flowed through him before he passed out alongside his brothers.

About a minute of silence passed in the bedroom, and Fashion Plate almost passed out himself while lying on the floor and covered with his own load. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the three gryphons started snoring loudly enough to make the stallion’s muzzle wrinkle in distaste. Knowing a lot of cleanup needed to be done before the morning, Fashion shuddered one last time in satisfaction before lumbering back onto his hooves. “Whew!” he whispered as a wide grin remained plastered on his face. After picking up his pile of photos and the collar, the stallion made his exit out of the room to take a much-needed shower. 

“Oh, man," he huffed to himself while walking bow-legged, "I hope none of those three remember enough of what happened to try and kill me in the morning.”
> Chapter Five: The Morning After
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"Mrrrrrrrrrgh... Ugh, my head..."

The shades in the bedroom window were wide-open, which meant that the first beam of sunlight that came up over the Manehattan landscape was able to shine into the room without anything blocking it. Still on Fashion Plate's messy bed, all three of the triplets were sprawled out on it lazily. Fortunately though, it seemed that Fashion Plate had a few cleaning and disinfectant spells memorized in his magic, as evidenced by the fact that Blade's feathers were completely clean and devoid of any fluids. The skinny gryphon was also the first of the three to wake up, although he felt like a million Breezies with combat boots were stomping in his head. 

"Uhhhhh..." Blade's eyes creaked open only a tiny bit, clearly bloodshot as they struggled to adjust to the morning light. By the time he was able to actually look around and see where he was, the gryphon soon realized that he was still in the makeup and clothes he wore the previous night. Looking down at himself with a surprised jolt (which was more like a lazy sway due to his hangover), Blade soon covered his face with a claw and groaned in regret. "Goddess dammit... Bucking absinthe..."

When he finally managed to lurch upward to sit on the edge of the bed, both of his brothers began to stir at hearing his voice. Blaze was the first to open his eyes with a wince, not realizing at first that one of his claws was hoofcuffed to a hand of bananas. He was also wearing a party hat on his head that said "It's a girl!" in pink lettering. When Blane awoke, he was wearing a blonde wig over his head that resembled some old movie starlet. It wasn't until the gargantuan gryphon opened his eyes that he noticed that a stuffed teddy-bear was stuck on his dick like he tried to wear it as a jockstrap. Blane groaned with a shake of his head and whined, "Not again..."

After getting his top and skirt off, Blade rubbed his eyes with his claws while his brothers started to get up as well. "Ugh... What did we do last night?"

Neither of the other two said anything, still too groggy and sick to properly think. Blane was the first to stumble off the bed, heading straight to the flower vase at the end table. But to his disappointment, the flowers turned out to be fake, so there was no water inside of it. He placed the vase back down and grimaced at the dryness in his beak. Of course, his attention soon went to the unfamiliar room the three were in as he looked around. "Ummm... where are we?"

That was when Blaze and Blade finally noticed, taking the time to glance around the bedroom with confused looks. Blaze had his eyes narrowed while ripping the party hat from his head, needing a few seconds to think things over. Even with his splitting headache, it wasn't long before his eyes widened in sudden realization. "OH!"

Blade and Blane winced at that sudden loud noise, and Blade was the first to smack Blaze on the shoulder. "Not so loud, you donk!"

"Sorry," moaned the gryphon apologetically while rubbing his temple with a couple talons. "But, uhhh... I think we ended up, uhh... crashing at that pony's place."

"What pony--Ohhhhhhh..." With his memories coming back to him too, Blade recalled that he and his brothers met up with some guy at that art auction they attended the previous night. The skinny gryphon blinked a couple times and clarified, "The one who bought us tacos, right?"

"Oh, that guy!" Ripping the wig off his head, as well as the teddy bear from his crotch, Blane lumbered to the nearby stairs in hopes of finding a sink to parch his thirst. "Yeah, I think I remember now. He was a... model, I think?"

"Something about a magazine," muttered Blaze as he fell back against the bedding. "... he seemed nice."

Blade made a quick stretch before getting up as well. "Well, hopefully we're not too far from--"

"AAAHHHH!!!"

The sound of Blane's shock yelp after reaching the steps made both gryphons wince again with their claws over their ears. "Dammit, Blane!" shouted Blaze in anger. "Don't make me pluck you!"

He expected Blane to say something in response, but Blaze didn't hear his brother make a peep. When he groaned annoyedly and pulled himself in a sitting position again, he saw Blade staring over at a completely frozen Blane. The huge gryphon was standing at the top of the steps, staring down at the spiral staircase with his eyes wide-open in shock. It wasn't until Blade walked up to him that his right eye began to twitch. "Dude, what's u--"

When he saw what was on the stairs, Blade looked just as surprised as his brother. Sprawled out over a few of the steps was Fashion Plate, who looked to have passed out on the stairway with his butt pointed right at the top. He was still dressed up in his girly attire, but also had several strings of cum draped over his butt and lifted skirt. There also seemed to be a butt plug inside of him, as evidenced by the black rubber base covering his hole. All around the pony, various sex toys and used condoms were scattered along the steps, as well as some empty liquor bottles. There was also a camera hanging from the stair's railing, that was dangling by its thick shoulder strap.

The first of the triplets to make a response was Blaze, who was the last to see what Fashion Plate looked like when he finally got out of bed. "What the!" blurted the gryphon at seeing the unconscious and used unicorn. His wide-eyed gaze slowly turned back towards his brothers, his beak clicking open and shut while struggling to fathom what happened. "Did..." He shakily pointed a claw down the stairs to where Fashion Plate was. "Did we..."

Blaze then stared back at the pony, as did the other two. Blade cringed at the sight and was the first to respond to his brother. "I... I don't want to say we have, but..." He didn't finish his answer, but the skinny gryphon mentally noted that he definitely left a few girls looking like Fashion Plate in his past.

"Is he dead?" asked Blane with a look of worry. Luckily, the sight of one of Fashion Plate's ears twitching made the gryphon sigh in quick relief. "Okay, nevermind."

"Ummm... we should probably go," noted Blaze with a glance back at his brothers. Blade and Blane both nodded silently, not wanting to say much more about what may or may not have happened.

Since the stairs were a bit impassable, the three decided to just jump from the loft down to the ground floor. Blaze and Blade landed rather skillfully due to the feline portions of their bodies, not aching their joints in the slightest. But when Blane tried to climb over the loft railing, he slipped on the bar and flopped over to hit the ground in a thundering thud. The force of that impact vibrated the stairs a little, which made a couple liquor bottles roll off and break on the floor next to the triplets. The sounds of broken glass stirred Fashion Plate awake upstairs. "Mmmmmnnnnnn..."

"Shit!" hissed Blade, who also noticed the broken table in the living room. "We gotta get out of here now!"

And with that, the three gryphons quickly scurried out of the penthouse, making sure to grab their passports which were conveniently placed on the nearby kitchen island next to some bottles of water. Looking like they were trying to escape a crime scene, the triplets ran into the already open elevator and repeatedly clicked the button to go down. 

As soon as he heard the elevator door close, Fashion Plate quickly sprang back on his hooves like nothing happened. With a chipper smirk on his muzzle, the stallion trotted down the stairs while carefully avoiding the items he purposely laid around for the gryphons to see. Considering what he had the three do to each other, it was probably best to convince them that they did something completely different and avoid any unwelcome confrontation.  After wiping some of the excess cum he took from Blade's feathers off his rear, the pony removed his clothes and threw them in the hamper. 

"Whew!" exclaimed the unicorn as he trotted towards a nearby mirror to check how he looked. Since he was only seen from behind, he didn't feel the need to reapply his makeup from last night. So now with his fur and mane properly cleaned and coiffed, Fashion Plate looked perfectly presentable for his brunch social. There may have been some light bags under his eyes, but it was totally worth it considering the fun he had. Plus, with the pictures he had of his endevours, he was excited to meet up with Hoity Toity with a new story to tell; it may have not been nearly as juicy as the fashion critic's encounter with Shining Armor, but it was definitely close.





Meanwhile, the triplets were still in the elevator in complete silence, not even looking at each other while stoic and wide-eyed. By now, more memories of what happened were flooding back. Granted, not a lot was remembered due to the absinthe, but the three could definitely recall why Blade was dressed the way he was. Everything after that bet in the living room was still a giant blur, but none of them dared  to ask anything about it. The brothers may have not been telepathic, but they didn't need to speak in order to have an agreed oath of silence.

When the doors finally opened, the security guards from earlier were still at their posts and just about to clock out. Without saying a word, the three gryphons speed-walked past their post and made a beeline for the door. The grey guard just smirked with a small chuckle, already knowing that Fashion Plate had a good night with them. However, the brown guard decided to speak up before the three could exit, "Ummm... guys?"

"WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" screamed Blade with a panicked whip of his head back at the two ponies. Not realizing how he may have looked, Blade saw both guards stifle some laughter before the brown guard held out a box of tissues. 

"Ummm... Blade, is it?" he asked with a cheeky grin. "Youuuuu might need to wash your face a bit."

Blade tilted his head before looking towards a mirror hung on the wall. As soon as he saw the makeup still on his face, the gryphon shrieked in embarrassed horror. He zoomed over to the guard stand, snatched the box in a flash, and flew out of the building like it was about to explode. Blaze and Blane rushed out of the building as well, not even thinking to laugh about how their brother looked.

As soon as the gryphons were gone, both guards bursted out laughing. The whole "Walk of Shame" may have been a common occurrence for the two to see, but it never stopped being funny. "Oh, man!" exclaimed the brown pony while wiping his eyes. "How does Fashion Plate do it?!"

"I dunno," shrugged the grey pony with a grin back at his partner, "but something tells me we're gonna get a good story when he comes down."