Finding Safe Harbour
Anon stumbled in place for a moment, before squatting down to steady himself. Cursing under his breath, resting his hands on his knees, he kept his eyes screwed shut. If teleportation hadn’t been the quickest and most efficient means of travelling vast distances, he swore he’d never subject himself to the experience again. A claw gently patted and massaged his lower back, affording him a bit of relief.
“It took me a while to get used to it too. Just take your time,” Silverstream comfortingly noted, resting herself beside the man.
Spitting on the ground, warring with the waves of nausea accosting him, Anon kept his eyes tightly closed. Maybe it was due to just how far he’s just been sorcerously transported, but the trip had left him particularly dizzy. He’d heard the hippogriffs lived quite some distance from the Equestrian empire, though he couldn’t be sure of how far away he’d been magically whisked.
“Don’t any of you students live within walking distance of the school?” he croaked, wearily glancing over to the light pink bird-horse next to him.
“Oh! Sandbar’s house is only a short trot from the school!” Silverstream chirped, grinning back at him.
Of course it would be one of the only creatures at the School of Friendship who didn’t have a romantic and/or lustful interest in him who lived a stone’s throw from the institution. As far as he knew, Sandbar was straight as an arrow, which he considered a small mercy. It was bad enough that a cornucopia of pupils were after him, so adding a little pony dude to the mix would’ve only complicated matters further.
Through a convoluted series of poor decision making, scandalous encounters, and just plain old bad luck, Anon had found himself the highly sought after target of several young creatures at the school. Ultimately, after bedding half a dozen of them, and being pursued ceaselessly, he’d turned to Twilight Sparkle for aid. The alicorn’s solution was simple and elegant, having only one major catch.
Each of his would-be lovers was to be given a twenty-four hour span with the man, in an attempt to woo him. Once everything was said and done, he would be free to choose a paramour from amongst them; although, should he turn them down, they would relent in their efforts to claim his heart and/or loins. Leaping at the chance, praying for the carnal carnival ride to end, he’d signed the contracts binding him to the competition.
Anon had already gone on his day-long dates with Ocellus and Smolder, each of which having held some interesting twists and turns of their own, so Silverstream was next on the list. Much like her predecessors, she’d opted to bring him to her homeland of Mount Aris. After having a day to recover from the pint-size dragoness’ domineering debauchery, he’d accompanied the young hippogriff to Twilight’s office to depart.
“You want me to get you a drink?” Silverstream pressed, a note of concern in her voice.
“No...No, I think I’ll be fine,” Anon grumbled, his vertigo finally beginning to subside. Pushing himself up, getting to his feet, he opened his eyes.
Standing on a beach, a dozen paces from the softly rolling ocean waves, the island was unlike any he’d ever seen. The mountain, if it could be called such, had been hewn into a pair of wing-like edifices, between which rested what appeared to be a city. Along the water rested several homes, as well as a small fishing village and docks.
Taking a moment to appreciate the sight, Anon drew it all in. Throughout his travels in Equestria, he’s never encountered something on such a grand scale. Sure, Canterlot may have been built onto a cliff-face, but this was on a scale far more impressive. At some point, the hippogriffs had carved their island home to represent themselves as a species; a perfect marriage of sea and sky.
“Pretty impressive, isn’t it...” Silverstream quietly commented, playfully elbowing his leg.
“Yeah…” he numbly stated, stricken by the awe inspiring sight.
“Say, do humans have anything like this? Ya know, super big sculptures or carvings!” she continued, her excitable nature getting the better of her.
“We’ve got a few things, like a wall that spans an entire country, giant pyramids, and a couple really big, really old buildings, but nothing like this,” he explained, turning to his feathered friend.
“Remind me to ask you about them later,” Silverstream laughed, looking down the beach.
Squinting, watching a pair of figures approach, with a third swimming near them, a smile steadily split her beak; two of the creatures walked along the land, while the third gracefully swam alongside them in the water. Reaching up, delicately taking the man’s hand in her claw, she turned towards the trio moving to them.
“Come on,” she urged, pulling her guest along.
Shrugging, following Silverstream, Anon did as instructed. Strolling down the sand, enjoying the sea breeze, he wondered exactly whom they were going to meet. It appeared as though they were a pair of hippogriffs, with one smaller than the other, and a seapony. Drawing nearer, his host released his hand and went rushing off to greet them.
“Hi, Dad! Hi, Terramar!” she bleated, hugging each of the terrestrial creatures in turn, before turning her attention to the seapony. Leaping into the air, moments before splashing into the relatively shallow water, she embraced the third member. “Hi, Mom!”
Anon couldn’t help but grin, as he watched the reunion unfold. His pace slowed, giving them all a chance to greet one another. As the two male hippogriffs trotted into the surf, allowing the surf to roll over their claws and hooves, the family gathered together. Noticing his guide wave at him, beckoning him closer, he leisurely strolled into the water towards the small group.
“Anon, I’d like you to meet my mom, Ocean Flow,” Silverstream announced, giving her mother a squeeze.
Wading into the sea, Anon extended a hand towards the parchment colored sea pony. “Pleased to meet you,” he greeted, gingerly shaking her flipper.
“It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you! Silverstream has told us all about you!” Flow exclaimed, beaming up at him.
“Yes, all about you,” the large, cornflower blue hippogriff flippantly stated, drawing Anon’s attention away.
“Dear, manners!” Flow chastised, glowering at the father of her children. “Don’t mind Sky Beak, he’s just overprotective of our daughter.”
“Hmmph,” Sky huffed, turning away from the man.
Caught in the middle of a brewing spat, Anon sought an out. “And you are…?” he inquired, as his attention shifted to the smaller, creamy colored hippogriff.
“Terramar, I’m Silverstream’s brother,” the young bird-horse responded, peering up at the man. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen a creature like you before,” he noted, studying the janitor from head to toe.
“Well, as far as I know, I’m the only human around,” Anon chuckled, standing to his full height.
“Such odd garments,” Flow noted, reaching up and caressing one leg of his shorts.
“Aren’t they cool? They’re called pants! And that thing around his top half? It’s called a shirt!” Silverstream interjected, trotting up beside him. She’d personally picked his outfit for the day, comprised of a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and sandals; with Mount Aris being so far south, summer attire was wearable for a great deal of the year.
“Interesting,” Flow hummed, her eyes wandering over his bipedal frame. “When you come to visit Seaquestria, I’d love to chat with you more about my dearest Silverstream and the seaponies.”
“Speaking of which, what’s on the agenda for today?” Anon asked, looking over to his date.
“Well, since we only have one day, I thought we could visit the fishing village at the foot of Mount Aris. While most of the hippogriffs stay in the capital, and with the seaponies living in the water, it seemed like a reasonable middle ground,” Silverstream explained, pointing off to a settlement on the shore. “That way, you can get a decent appreciation for both cultures.”
Anon knit his brow, as he digested the statement. “But aren’t the hippogriffs and seaponies the same? I mean, I know you can change between them, but you’re the same people,” he thought aloud, glancing between her mother and father.
“It’s...complicated,” Terramar mumbled. “After that mess with the Storm King, some of us decided to reclaim Mount Aris, while others wanted to stay in the ocean. It’s just a matter of preference, really.”
“Huh,” Anon grunted, rubbing his chin. The notion was odd, but not the strangest thing he’d heard.
Still, the idea of visiting the port seemed like a sound one. With his curiosity piqued, he gave his guide a nod. Much like his time with Smolder and Ocellus, he looked forward to learning about his host’s home and her kind, even if they could effortlessly transition from one form to another.
“So, are you ready?” Silverstream inquired, trotting back to his side.
“Sure, lead the way,” he replied, grinning down at her.
“I’ll go make sure all the refreshments are ready,” Flow cheerfully stated, turning tail and swimming towards the shore-side settlement.
“And we’ll ensure the entertainment is prepared,” Sky announced, leaping into the air. Terramar simply gave his sister and Anon a wave, before following his father.
Cocking an eyebrow, Anon turned his attention to Silverstream. Unsurprisingly, it appeared as though she’d made arrangements for their special day. He hoped their time together would be relaxing, and that she hadn’t schemed some salacious display for him; after what Ocellus and Smolder had sprung on him, he wouldn’t totally rule out the possibility.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a little party,” Silverstream reassured him, walking towards the small village. “Dad got a few of the hippogriffs to put on an exhibit, while Mom took care of the food,” she continued, glancing up at him.
“You know what, that does sound pretty nice,” he sighed.
Strolling along beside her, it wasn’t long before they reached the settlement. As they made their way, Silver recounted the events after the Storm King’s defeat. Queen Novo had gifted a shard of the transformation pearl to each of her people, allowing them to shapeshift between their terrestrial and aquatic forms. It was fairly interesting stuff, especially because he’d never known they required the magical artifact to be able to use their metamorphic ability.
Walking along, entering the small city, Anon’s stomach grumbled. They’d left pretty early, before he’d had a chance to get breakfast, although Silverstream had promised they’d get something to eat shortly after they’d arrived. Looking around, attempting to distract himself, he took note of the hamlet.
For all intents and purposes, it appeared to be primarily used as a port. Several wharfs jutted into the water, with various ships moored to them. One of the most interesting things was how the merchants were arranged - the hippogriffs had storefronts or stalls, while the seaponies sold their wares from alongside a floating dock. Wandering beside his friend, taking in the sights, he noticed a familiar face waving at him from the water.
“Anon! Oh Anon! I’m sure you’ll love what we have over here!” Flow shouted, beckoning him towards the buoyant jetty where the aquatic equines gathered.
Just as he turned towards the sea, a loud screech pierced the air. Wheeling around, completely thrown off guard by the ear splitting sound, he found Sky Beak standing beside a tent. Unlike before, the hippogriff was adorned in golden armor. Flanked by a pair of similarly clad bird-horses, he motioned towards a pavilion on a side street.
“Anon, please, allow me to show you what the hippogriffs have to offer,” Sky invitingly declared.
“He was coming here first,” Flow loudly countered, glaring up at the feathered quadruped.
“But he’d enjoy ours more,” Sky responded, over at the golden fish-horse.
“How about we let Anon decide,” Silver exasperatedly stated, interjecting herself between the brooding couple. Despite the second threat of an impending feud, she grinned over her shoulder at the man, leaving him to choose.
Given the proximity of everything, Anon realized he’d be able to see all the sights in the town relatively quickly. Still, he’d been given a choice, so he went with the logical option. Since Flow had asked him first, that’s the option he decided to go with. Walking towards the dock, he gave Sky a friendly wave.
“I’ll be over there soon, don’t sweat it,” he called out, hoping to assuage the large hippogriff.
Sky, looking none to pleased, retreated with his entourage, as Anon and Silverstream meandered towards the wharf. Vendors lined the floating platform, selling various trinkets, snacks, or some combination of the two; honestly, the janitor had a hard time telling the difference, given that shells were used as both decorations and serving vessels.
“You got any suggestions?” he asked, peering over at his host.
“Not really,” Silver shrugged, nonchalantly browsing the goods. “So long as you don’t mind seafood, it’s all pretty good.”
Walking towards the end of the jetty, Anon slowed. One particular seapony was serving what appeared to be sushi. Served atop a bed of seaweed, nestled within scallop shells, sat neatly cut pieces of fish and mollusc. At the sight, his tummy rumbled, reminding him of just how hungry he was.
“Please, help yourself!” Flow merrily commented, seemingly appearing from nowhere. Waving at the immaculately displayed dishes, she cheekily grinned up at him. “It was all caught this morning, and I know you enjoy fresh sushi.”
Just as Anon reached for a serving of tuna, he froze. Something about Flow’s tone didn’t set quite right. Looking over at her, noting her heavily lidded eyes, a knot began to form in his stomach. Trying to stay cool, praying that the mare didn’t know what he’d done with her daughter, he snatched up the dish.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, popping a piece of sushi into his mouth.
To his utter amazement, the fish was obscenely delicious. Flow had been absolutely correct, it had to have been the freshest sashimi he’d ever had. Savoring the piece for a moment, before swallowing it down, he selected a bit taro to try next. Astoundingly, it was even better than the first, causing him to smile uncontrollably.
The matronly seapony drifted to the dock and rested her flippers upon it. “Just remember,” she cooed, drawing the man’s attention, “seaponies always serve it fresh and extra juicy.”
“Mom!” Silver bleated, drawing a clawed hand over her face.
Anon damn near choked at the statement, coughing and clutching at his throat. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, either Flow knew he’d done the do with her kid, or she was a bit too interested in her daughter’s catch - either way, it was less than ideal. Snatching up a glass of what he presumed to be pink lemonade, he chugged the liquid down.
Unfortunately, the beverage was anything but a tasty and refreshing fruit drink. Slightly salty and very fishy, it served to unblock his windpipe, although it was far from appealing. Wincing, practically slamming the glass onto the stall’s counter, he heaved air into his chest.
“What the hell is this?” Anon coughed, pointing at the offending cocktail.
“Oh, it’s salmon juice,” Flow answered, as if nothing were the matter. “Is it not to your liking? Funny, considering I heard you’d developed a taste for -”
“Mom!” Silver squawked, angrily stomping on the dock.
Glancing at her, noticing her reddened cheeks, Anon winced. Yeah, either her mother had put two and two together, or Silverstream had spilled the beans. Unexpected innuendo aside, at least he’d gotten a bite to eat, even if the drink had been god-awful. Grabbing another serving of sushi, he turned to his friend.
“Hey, let’s go check out what your Dad was talking about,” he insisted, waving for his friend to follow. The last thing he wanted was to cause the poor girl embarrassment, so beating a hasty retreat was probably the best option.
Scowling at her mother, Silverstream followed alongside the man. She didn’t dare chastise the older seapony publicly, lest she make the situation far, far worse. To be sure though, she’d be having a talk with Flow later.
“What? I’m not wrong!” Flow insisted. Flippantly flipping the dorsal fin from her face, she obstinately crossed her flippers over her chest.
Working their way back to the land, Anon tried to think of something to say. He’d had no way of knowing Silver’s mom could have known about their romantic encounter, let alone that she’d openly allude to it! Hanging back, matching pace with his friend, he comfortingly patted her back.
“Sorry about that,” he murmured, halfheartedly smiling at her.
“It’s fine,” Silver grumbled, shaking her head. “I swear, I’m never telling that mare anything ever again.”
“Yeah, maybe that would be for the best,” Anon agreed, wondering why in the hell she’d have mentioned something like that to her mother in the first place. Looking up, spying Sky Beak chatting with a group of hippogriffs, he gulped. “Y...you didn’t tell your dad about it, did you?”
“M...maybe?” she stammered, averting her gaze.
The admission caused Anon’s mounting anxiety to skyrocket, as they approached the group of armored soldiers. Inappropriate or not, Ocean Flow wasn’t nearly as imposing as Sky Beak, so he desperately hoped the patriarch wouldn’t give them any problems. He’d heard many a tale about overprotective fathers with their daughters, and the last thing he needed was to get into a confrontation with a giant bird-horse armed with a beak and claws.
Strolling towards the land-based shops, Anon took his time to browse the goods for sale. Unlike the seaponies, the hippogriffs seemed to favor avian themed wares. Brightly colored feathers and brass appeared to be a common trait of the jewelry and garments, which was a striking contrast to the shells and pearls from the dock.
“Well, that was fast,” Sky chuckled, drawing Anon’s attention.
Turning, Anon realized he had not one hippogriff at his back, but an entire phalanx. The sixteen creatures, a mixture of mares and stallions, stood at attention, as if awaiting an order to strike. Sweat formed on his brow and his blood ran cold, at the sight. He wasn’t sure if he should stand his ground or flee; thankfully, Silverstream intervened.
“Cut it out, Dad! You’re making him nervous!” she groused, boldly stepping to her father.
“Why should he be nervous?” Sky rebuked, holding a claw to his chest. “I simply wanted to proudly display the obvious advantages of hippogriffs!”
“Not this again,” Silver moaned, rolling her eyes.
“But it’s true!” Sky shot back, trotting to one of the mares in formation. “Anon, surely you agree! Powerful wings, strong legs, and keen eyes,” he added, appraising the soldier. “A formidable and imposing form, yet so alluring, wouldn’t you say?”
Raising a finger, Anon struggled to form a reply. Being relatively ignorant to the growth cycles of hippogriffs, he was left to wonder if Silverstream would eventually mirror the mare’s size. He had to admit, the combination of deadly features, toned muscle, and elegant figure were charming, but it was hardly the place for such a discussion - unless…
“I mean, come on,” Sky laughed, strutting over to elbow the man in the ribs. Leaning in, bringing his beak to Anon’s ear, he sighed. “After all,” he whispered softly, “you did rut her in that form.”
Utterly taken aback, Anon pushed himself away. Despite himself, his cheeks went rosy. He went to say something - anything - yet his mouth felt as though it was full of sand. Glancing around, seeing the confused expressions on everyone’s faces, he realized that nobody else must have heard the scandalous remark.
Sky simply affixed him with a smug, knowing smirk, before looking to his daughter. If nothing else, the brazen bastard had the wherewithal to keep his voice low, played it off smoothly, and didn’t issue an attack order from his soldiers. Things could have been worse, that much was for damn sure, although Anon was painfully uncomfortable.
“Dad...What did you say…” Silver hissed, incredulously squinting up at her father.
“Oh, nothing, Sweetheart! Just a little stallion-to-stallion comment, that’s all,” Sky laughed, tussling his daughter’s mane.
Highly skeptical of what her father had uttered, Silverstream walked over, grabbed Anon’s hand, and pulled the man away. Given that her mother had been shameless enough to openly hint at what she’d done with the janitor, she wouldn’t put it past her dad to do the same. With her mood quickly souring, she led the man away.
Hauled behind his guide, Anon was painfully aware that he’d found himself in some sort of conflict. The rather flagrantly lascivious comments from the girl’s parents, besides being wildly unseemly, had clearly rubbed Silver the wrong way - not that he could blame her. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like there was some deeper issue at play.
“You kids don’t have too much fun!” Sky shouted, waving at the couple.
Choosing to remain silent, Anon plodded alongside his guide. Fleeing the town commons, heading towards the outskirts, he quietly mulled his options. Silverstream was generally pretty chatty and upbeat, although her disposition had started to take a turn. Looking down at her, choosing his words wisely, he gently patted her shoulder.
Without a word, she released his hand and broke into a gallop. Before he could even ask what was wrong, she took flight, soaring towards a rocky outcropping. Whatever had gotten into her must have been worse than he thought. Jogging after her, hoping not to lose sight, he gave chase.
Running behind her, doing his damnedest to keep up, he saw her disappear behind a pillar of basalt. Mercifully, she hadn’t flown too terribly far, so he was able to reach the stony cliff-side in a matter of minutes. Wheezing, swearing a silent oath to get into better shape, he crossed onto the rugged terrain. Rounding a crag, he spotted a lone pink figure facing the sea.
“Sweet Celestia, I need to exercise more,” Anon huffed, trying to add a touch of levity to the situation.
“He said something about the hippogriffs, didn’t he?” Silver sullenly inquired, unmoving.
“I…” Anon began, thinking of what to say. “Yeah, something like that,” he weakly laughed, walking up beside her. “Is that bad?”
“They always do this!” she groused, flicking a pebble off the cliff. “Dad is all about hippogriffs, Mom only cares about the seaponies, and here I am…” she sighed, dejectedly casting her eyes fell to the ground, “stuck in the middle.”
At her statement, the pieces began to fall into place. As a species with dual natures, it wasn’t unbelievable to think that many would favor one form or another. As the child of two creatures who clearly had a preference, she’d found herself in a rather unfortunate position. Easing himself down, he made himself comfortable.
“I’m guessing they keep trying to sway your opinion to one side or the other?” he asked, watching the rolling sea below.
“They do the same thing to Terramar too. It’s like they don’t understand! Why can’t we embrace both…” she affirmed, glumly nodding.
“Like two halves of a whole,” Anon concluded.
“Yeah…” she whispered.
“Well,” he began, reclining onto his back and staring up at the sky, “the way I see it, you’ve already got a leg up on them, so try not to let their bickering bother you.”
Twisting her head, Silver peered down at his face. “How do you figure?”
“You’ve already got it figured out,” he replied, watching the clouds drift by. “You see it for what it is. Sure, you lot might be able to shift between seaponies and hippogriffs, but they’re both part of who you are - unlike your parents, you understand that,” he continued, rolling on his side to face her. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re the best of both worlds, and I wouldn’t choose either part of you over the other…”
Seated there, staring at the man, Silverstream was at a loss for words. Not only had he succinctly grasped the conflict, but he’d reassured her over it as well. Peering down at him, spying a silly little grin creep across his face, her heart soared. He’s always been kind to her and treated her with respect, and she needed him to know that.
Leaning in, bringing her face to his, she gave him a peck on the cheek. Her eyes met his, as the breeze drifted through their hair. Gazing longingly at one another, she gave him a second kiss, followed by a third, before her beak graced his lips. There, in that moment, she realized that he may well be the one creature on the face of the planet worthy of her love.
Reaching up, wrapping his hand around Silver’s head, Anon reciprocated. His fingers glided through her silken mane, as he pulled her to himself. There was an undeniable sensuality to her, something which was unparalleled among the other students. Captivating, witty, and refreshingly cheerful, she never failed to brighten his day. Her advance, while unanticipated, was beyond reproach. Closing his eyes, slipping his tongue into her beak, his passion blossomed.
Placing a claw on his shoulder, pushing Anon to his back, Silverstream pressed herself against the man. The warmth of his broad chest, the heat of his breath, and his strong grip caused a shiver to run up her spine. Before she knew it, she was lightly moaning into his mouth and tenderly caressing the side of his face.
Wrapping his free arm around her, being mindful of her wings, Anon held her tightly. Between her weight upon him, the gentle breeze, and the sun overhead, the scene was ripe for the passionate exchange. Despite the unpredictable nature of the day, his enthusiasm steadily grew, leaving his manhood to harden within his pants.
Sensing something pressing against her abdomen, Silver’s free hand slid down his neck, over his chest, down his stomach, and into his shorts. Being mindful of her talons, she gracefully slipped her clawed digits within his boxers, to his turgid length. The velvety, vascular flesh of his package sent her pulse racing, knowing the carnal joys it could deliver.
The invasion into his shorts kicked Anon’s desire into high gear. Reaching downward, dancing his fingers over Silver’s back, he clutched her furred rump and gave it a squeeze; the act left her to groan into him, spurring him to continue. Kneading her tush, while enjoying the soft stroking of his shaft, the fires of his passion burned ever brighter.
Suddenly, almost feverishly, Silver retracted her hand from his shorts. Deftly flicking the button of his apparel open, and swiftly unzipping his fly, she pulled the garment open; unhampered, his cock sprung free to grind against her. Her marehood clenched upon itself, drooling slightly, as her body prepared itself for the inevitable.
The young hippogriff shifted slightly, straddling his waist, as she fully climbed atop Anon. His fingers crept lower, into the cleft of her backside, allowing him to caress her entrance. Stars above, he figured she was worked up, but she was positively drenched. Pulling his head back, breaking their kiss, he looked up at her. Without a word, letting their bodies speak for themselves, they knew it was time.
With a mighty beat of her wings, Silverstream deftly rolled herself onto her back, while pulling her lover along with her. Keeping her hind legs spread, allowing the man to fall between them, she brought her beak to the side of his head and breathed hotly against his ear. She wanted him, she needed him - and by Queen Novo - she was going to have him.
The abrupt shift, while slightly jarring, caused Anon’s heart to thunder in his chest. Regardless of species, there was something unquestionably romantic about actually facing one’s lover. Wriggling out of his shorts, tugging and pulling the garment down his legs, he kicked the article to the side. Slowly, savoring the moment, he shuffled forward and aligned himself with her sex.
Bringing one hand to her loins, Silver spread her slickened lower lips open, as she peered down her chest to the throbbing manhood hovering over her marehood. The inviting gesture erased any need for spoken consent, allowing them to enjoy the silent intimacy. Slowly, almost cautiously, he ground his length into her eager sex.
Silver’s slick depths were a testament to her arousal, as Anon steadily plunged into her canal. Hot, humid, and splendidly snug, her marehood embraced him. As he delved deeper, her eyes never wavered from his, though her blush deepened considerably. Sweetly touching her face, noting her demure smile, his fondness for her blazed like the brightest star.
Bottoming out, hilting himself within her, Anon paused. Though he likely didn’t need to give her much time to adjust, he would be remiss for not relishing the sensation of her sex firmly embracing him. She peered up at him, her enchanting gaze clutching at his heart like nothing he’d ever experienced. Drawing a breath, readying himself, he found himself compelled to break their silence.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. Without waiting for a reply, he leaned in and locked his lips to her orchid beak. Despite closing his eyes, hoping to break her spell, he was still bewitched by her; a part of him wished for nothing more than to embrace it, knowing that he may never be able to let her go.
Unhurriedly, Anon began to pump his hips, retracting his length, before driving it back home. With her clawed hand on his back, holding him tightly, she answered his ministrations. Gripping her marehood with each thrust, while relaxing herself on the backstrokes, Silver milked his shaft. He couldn’t say if all equines had the pelvic dexterity that she had, but the sensation was incredible.
The feeling of abject fullness, squeezing her sex around his thick tool, was astounding. Every vein and ridge, as slid in and out of her taut hole, sent tingles of pleasure coursing through her frame. With every plunge, the spear-like tip of his shaft kissed her cervix. It was intense, sure, but the sensory input of the intrusion was only a small part of the experience for Silverstream.
Simply having him there, feeling his body pressed against her, was far more exquisite. His strength, his scent, his mere presence, it was more than she could bear. Though she knew their time was fleeting, she wished for nothing more than for it to last forever. As far as she was concerned, the sex was merely a testament to their feelings for one another.
Lying there, holding him, she pined for more. Breaking their kiss, draping her muzzle over his shoulder, she wrapped her forelegs around his chest. She wanted to hear him, to delight in everything he had to offer, and in so doing push the envelope. Dragging her tongue over his ear, giving it a small nibble, she tightened her grasp on his manhood.
“Breed me,” she murmured, her breath so faint that it could have been a whisper of the wind itself.
Despite knowing it was impossible for a human to inseminate a hippogriff, the mere notion was enough to cause her passion to rise to heights inconceivable. The thought of being with him, raising a family with him, caused her desire to roar into a raging inferno. Bucking her hips upward, meeting his thrusts, her marehood winked involuntarily.
As Silver’s words drifted to Anon’s ears, something clicked. Visions of them together, living with one another, danced through his mind. Though he’d never really given much thought as to settling down, committing himself to another, the concept was, in that moment, immeasurably appealing. As his imagination ran wild, his body went into overdrive.
Cradling her head, with his other arm wrapped around the small of her back, he plowed into his mate like a groom on his wedding night. Rhythmically hammering his hips forward, pistoning himself into her, he caved to subconscious yearnings. Holding her to himself, rubbing his neck to hers, he let his actions speak for him.
Silver locked her fetlocks over his hips, relenting to the bliss he afforded. Pulling him in, desperate to consummate her feelings for him, she felt herself creeping ever nearer to release. Moaning into his shoulder, screwing her eyes shut, she fixated on the carnal joy of being with him. It was, in a very real sense, the most intimate thing two beings could do, and she wanted the experience to be a timeless one.
Anon railed against the ecstasy threatening to overtake him. Silver’s fragrance was the delicate perfume of flowers in spring, her breath a warm summer’s breeze, her touch joy incarnate. Try as he might, he could only rail against the amorous tide assailing his mind, flesh, and very soul. Gritting his teeth, steeling himself, he found himself wanting.
Sweat beaded his brow, his legs trembled, and his hips fitfully jerked. His thrusts lost cohesion, regressing into frantic, almost fevered bucking. At his breaking point, unable to hold himself back any further, an inexorable wave of ecstasy overtook him. Hugging her, feeling seed surging through his shaft, he kissed her one final time.
The sensation of Anon’s essence flooding into her sent Silver spiraling over the edge. Mewling into his mouth, entwining her tongue with his, an explosion of pure, unrefined rapture washed out the world. The blinding light of nirvana was her existence, eclipsing anything and everything she knew. In that moment, she tasted heaven itself.
Her frame shuddered, as her marehood clamped around Anon’s manhood. Sweet nectar dribbled from her stuffed sex, leaking down his balls and thighs, while her body shook in his grasp. As his spunk poured into her, coating her canal, erupting into her womb, Silver knew she’d been well and truly claimed.
Entwined with one another, their movements drawing to a halt, they heaved air into their chests. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Anon pulled away and peered down at Silver’s face. Wearily, yet sublimely satisfied, she looked up at him. As he went to push himself up, she weakly clutched his wrist.
“No,” she muttered, “just stay for a minute.” Between the post-love-making euphoria, and the jizz warming her interior, she didn’t want the moment to end.
Anon carefully lifted one of her hind legs and rolled her onto her side, before easing himself down against her. Pressing his chest to her back, ensuring his member stay firmly entombed in her marehood, he lovingly stroked her hair. His lips quivered, parting slightly, as he was about to speak.
“I -” was all he could manage, before Silver reached over her shoulder and softly silenced him with a claw. His gaze wandered past her talon, up the velvety fur of her arm, to her stunningly beautiful face. Staring wistfully back at him, she affectionately patted his thigh.
Words could wait - for now, she wanted to savor the peace and tranquility of simply being with him. While she hadn’t been sure of exactly what he was going to say, she didn’t want him to speak. In his weakness, basking in the afterglow, there was an all too real possibility that he may utter something that he’d regret - or worse, something that could give her false hope. Turning away, resting her head to the side, she relaxed and enjoyed the intimacy of it all.
Content to remain quiet, dreams of what could be drifted through Anon’s head. If he were to choose Silverstream, not only would he have a nigh faultless partner, but someone he knew he could happily grow old with. Amongst his other options, she was, by no small margin, the most cheerful and carefree.
At war with his emotions, questioning himself and his life, he pulled her close and held her tight. In that instant, he swore to himself that, no matter what happened, he wasn’t going to lose her. If only as a friend, she was a ray of sunshine in his world, and that was something he simply couldn’t bear to let slip through his fingers.
Streaked in sweat, the two eventually washed themselves in the waves of the sea, before returning to the small village. Throughout the remainder of their date, and the night following, they said little; each dwelt on the other, silently wondering what the future held for them. Despite the tumultuous thoughts, at least for that evening, they were devoted to one another…