Parenting and Ropes
Pathfinder grimaced when he was splashed in the face by a stream of water. Actually, splashed was the wrong term. It was spat in his face by his daughter, who he was holding in the air in front of him.
The brown and white Pegasus blinked several times, getting the water out of his eyes.
"Scylla! What have I told you about spitting water in ponies' faces?" Pathfinder said with a frown at the kelpie. The little kelpie merely giggled and stuck her tongue out at him.
Pathfinder sighed. "Did you brush your teeth?" He asked. The salmon-colored Kelpie opened her mouth to reveal her two front teeth, the only one who had come in so far. Both were sparkling white.
"Good filly," Pathfinder said with a smile before he dropped her.
The Kelpie gave a surprised cry before with a splash, she landed in her fish tank. The toddler twirled around in the water for a couple of seconds to get her bearings. Finding them, she whirled her head to look dead up at her father who stood outside the glass tank with a smirk on his face.
The Kelpie glared at him.
"Don't look at me like that. Maybe if you hadn't spat water in my face I wouldn't have dropped you." He giggled as he admired his daughter's home. It didn't take much to imagine that Scylla was an aquatic creature. He found her in a swamp, she was covered in scales and had fins, and she REALLY loved her baths.
Getting her a fish tank seemed like the best option. They were much cheaper than a crib anyway, and he would like to make an argument that the artificial sand and seaweeds at the bottom of the tank were much comfier for the little fish horse than a bed.
The Kelpie stuck a tongue out at him before nestling onto the bottom of the tank.
Pathfinder smiled down at her, turned and walked out. He turned back to her as he reached the door. "Good night my little one." He said with a smile before he turned out the lights, and stepped out of the room.
After closing the door he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Oh sweet Celestia. That is the fifth freaking time I put her to bed tonight..." he cried aloud. He knew she would probably be up and hyper again in an hour or two.
"No one told me that raising a foal would be this difficult!" He whisper-shouted as he turned away from the door, wrapping his hands around his head in exhaustion.
"I tried telling you it would be hard. You wouldn't listen." he heard from his right. He whipped around to see his window open and a certain someone sitting on the window sill.
She was a gryphoness, that much was clear. She had a lithe and salacious form, like something a succubus from a romance novel would have, barring the eyepatch on her left eye, an otherwise perfect body's only blemish.
Her feathers on her head were white, slowly becoming darker as they came to the tips. Her coat was a deep grey which black spots like those of a snow leopard. What shocked Pathfinder right now, was the fact that she was naked.
"Anya?" Pathfinder cried as he averted his eyes. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
"You really should get better locks on these windows of yours, mon ami" She said mockingly, twirling a lockpick in one of her claws. "And I am here for our monthly... get together."
"Oh yeah... that. To be honest Anya... I might have to cancel that... again." He guiltily said rubbing one of his arms as he looked away from her.
"Really? You canceled last month's session too." Anya said as she stood up from the window sill and walked towards him, arms crossed over her beautiful breasts. "And the one before that."
"I know... I know... But I just put Scylla to bed, and I couldn't spend any time on my maps today because of how busy I was with her today and..." He was cut off when Anya covered his mouth with a finger.
"Hush." She said with a frown. "I am beginning to feel that you are getting WAY too stressed out with all the stuff you are putting over your head these days, so as your friend and unofficial dominatrix-"
Pathfinder frowned at the word 'dominatrix'.
"I am ordering you to release some stress, and if that means I have to forcibly drag you to bed, so be it." She said, her single eye filling with a fiery determination and zeal.
"Besides, I think you can go one day without drawing a stupid map." She coyly smiled.
Pathfinder glared at her. "I"ll have you know that they are not just stupid maps you... you..."
He stopped and growled angrily. "Fine. If you really think this will relieve stress, let's do it."
"Good." The Gryphoness said, before tossing a small piece of cloth at the pegasus.
"Put this on and strip." She ordered, closing the opened window behind her. Pathfinder looked down at it. It was a blindfold.
The pegasus sighed, pretending that he wasn't as up for this as he actually was. The slowly rising tent in his pants was evidence of that enough. He brought the blindfold to his face and covered his eyes, after tying the cloth into a knot behind his head, the pegasus lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it into a corner.
Then he grabbed the hem of his pants and underwear together and removed them both in one go. He stepped out of them and felt Anya grab him by the shoulder, starting to lead him out of the hallway towards the closest door.
"You're going to love this, I swear." Anya giggled. "It has been way too long since I got to enjoy you, and believe me I am not going to let you get off easy."
Pathfinder had total trust in his friend as she lead him through the hallway by the arm, being careful not to accidentally trip him on something. Eventually, Path heard the door open after a brief stop, and they continued unabated. Soon enough, the two reached their destination. Anya gave him a light, playful shove, and he toppled onto the bed. The gryphoness wasted no time in binding his feet and hands to the best posts, with rope before chuckling.
"There we go. I have you just the way I like you." She said walking in a circle around him. "Such a pretty sight, oh how I missed seeing such a vulnerable stallion at my mercy!"
Pathfinder gulped. He felt nervous. He honestly forgot how it felt to feel this exposed, to be at the gryphon's mercy. He didn't know what would come next.
Anya rubbed a delicate claw down his shoulder, to his chest then across his stomach before Pathfinder felt the weight on the bed shift. Anya chuckled once again as she straddled his midriff as she sat on top of his stomach. She smiled down at him.
"Oh, if only you could see right now. I am sure no one would want to miss the luxurious sight of a gryphoness sitting atop them." She said as she cupped the supple mounds of flesh that sat on her chest, playing with them, rubbing them together and moaning.
Pathfinder shook and opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by Anya's finger on his lips.
"Shh, sh sh sh," Anya said as she rose up. "I will have no complaints from someone who agreed to let me do whatever I want to him."
Pathfinder grumbled as Anya laughed down at him. Then he suddenly jumped when he felt his member impaled into something.
"Ah... unf, how I missed this," Anya said happily as she gyrated her hips, feeling the long, hard rod of Path brush against her inner walls. Her thighs quivered and her lower lips flexed against the powerful rockhard pillar.
"Ah!" Pathfinder cried as he started bucking his hips into her, but he was stopped by Anya pushing him down.
"No no no," She demanded. "Stay still my little cheval. Let me do all the work."
Pathfinder sighed and stopped his weak thrusts.
"Good boy." She said happily before she went to work. She slowly pulled her hips up, making sure to expertly grind the rod against every sensitive part in her lower walls as slowly as possible, before quickly dropping down, burying the entire pillar of flesh into her.
Pathfinder gasped and arched his back as she picked up the pace, slowly and masterfully milking his rod. It was a hint of heaven and euphoria.
The bucking of the gryphon's hips suddenly became jerky and uneven. Pathfinder didn't see her claws flex and dig into the sheets as she balled her hands into fists, but he did hear the ripping of fabric.
Pathfinder barely had time to think about it before he suddenly shot his hips forwards and cried out. His stallionhood pulsed once, then twice, before it let loose, shooting rope after rope after rope of pent up seed into her awaiting womb.
"Ah! Yes! Yes! YES!!!" She cried as her walls flexed around his emptying prick. The resulting contractions and spasming of his wall only aggravated his pleasure, milking the poor pegasus dry.
Anya's eyes rolled back and she flopped forwards onto his chest. She only had enough energy to untie his hands from the posts before collapsing into his arms.
The pegasus smiled and removed his blindfold. He couldn't help but look down at her lower lips, seeing his white seed ooze from it, staining the grey fur on her thighs.
"You're not gonna get pregnant right? I don't think if I can handle two kids..." Pathfinder joked with a smirk as he wrapped his arms lovingly around her.
The gryphon frowned at him and gave him a light playful punch on the chest.
"Of course I am not d'idiot." She growled in a deep accent.
Pathfinder giggled and took one of his hands into his, squeezing it tightly as his other arm pulled her lovingly against his chest.
"Thank you for this. I really needed it," he said with a smile.
"You're welcome," Anya said snuggling closer to the pegasus. "What else are friends for?"