Shooting Stars and Loads
Starskipper couldn’t help but smile to herself, as she guided a group of visitors through the planetarium. The stars had figuratively and quite literally aligned, allowing her to enact a convoluted plan she’d been stewing on for months. Stopping by a display of the various constellations, mechanically reciting information about their origins and meaning, she mentally rechecked her scheme and peeked at her reflection in a nearby window.
Her brilliant emerald eyes flicked over her frame, making sure that not a single hair was out of place. Her mane, black with pastel streaks of arctic blue, taffy pink, and snow white, had been neatly brushed - heck, she’d even put on a touch of makeup! It wasn’t every day that she’d gussy herself up for her shift, but she’d followed her gut and gone the extra mile.
Working at the observatory was everything she could have dreamed of. The hours were very accommodating for a bat pony like herself, she was given unfettered access to the telescopes, and she got to share her knowledge with the public - still, out of all the benefits, there was one she hadn’t counted on. Terra, a particularly stalwart and studly guardpony, had caught her eye the moment she’d started working at the establishment. She’d tried asking him out a hooffull of times, but he’d never taken the bait - that being said, she knew he had some interest in her.
She’d caught him eyeing her tush on a handful of occasions and heard that he would often watch her depart for the night. Most mares would have been a bit discouraged by the development, but Star was undeterred. Even if Terra had no interest in dating her, he may well be tempted into bedding her - as such, she’d developed quite the cunning scheme.
As a guard, part of his job was enforcing the various rules of the observatory. His chief concern was ensuring visitors didn’t walk away with merchandise they didn’t pay for, although there were a few regulations for his fellow employees he had to be mindful for - namely conduct with their guests. While it was painfully commonsensical that the staff weren’t to canoodle with guests, that was exactly what Star had planned.
If she happened to be caught with one of their visitors, doing something naughty in a poorly chosen hiding spot, she may be punished. Slipping away with somepony for some hanky-panky wouldn’t be too difficult, yet getting caught by Terra was part of her grand design. The only things she needed were a willing volunteer and a night where her stalwart crush was working.
As luck would have it, all of the pieces fell into place early in her shift. A trio of gryphon families had brought their children to learn about the stars, including what appeared to be a single father and his son. She was left to presume he was single because he lacked a wedding band, he was a bit older, and he repeatedly slipped glances to her flanks and rump. It was a bit flattering having an older gentlecolt showing so much interest in her, and she swiftly began teasing him throughout the tour.
A flick of the tail here, a gentle stretch here, peering towards his loins while he was looking at her; it was a well calculated and executed dance, one which bore fruit rather swiftly. Less than thirty minutes into the tour, he accidentally bumped into her and copped a feel. Not to be outdone, she unintentionally dropped her pointer beneath him and gently brushed against his sheath. Before she knew it, they’d whipped one another up into a rather amorous frenzy.
Leading the group into the observatory itself, she spotted one of her colleagues by the titanic telescope. “Everycreature, I would like to introduce you to Etiam; he’s one of the leading researchers here,” she announced waving a forehoof at the bespectacled pony. “Etiam, could you show these lovely families around? I need to run off to the little mare’s room.”
“Oh - um - sure,” the somewhat dorkish pony sputtered.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a jiffy,” Star remarked. Catching the gryphon DILF’s eye, she winked and hungrily licked her chops. It was a bold move, but she needed him to take the bait.
Swallowing hard, with the tip of his semi-rigid tool peeking from its furry confines, her prey reached over and patted his son’s head. “Just hang out with your cousins and don’t go causing any trouble. I’ve been holding it since we got here and I’m about to burst.”
Doing everything in her power not to grin like an idiot, Star waved the avian over to herself. “Come on, I’ll show you right where it is,” she cheerfully instructed, swinging around and trotting towards the exit.
Though there was a restroom in the observatory, she moved towards a carefully selected bathroom. The planetarium had a small employee locker room, replete with a shower stall and several toilets, which was where she headed. Besides being much nicer and cleaner than the public facilities, the private area was right beside the security station. Trotting down the hallway, with the gryphon slightly behind her, she flipped her tail up and to the side.
“Nice piercing,” he noted, doubtlessly eyeing the small gold ring at the base of her dock.
“You like it?” she asked, halting in her tracks. Fully flagging her tail, she leaned forward and lifted her waist. Adding a bit of fuel to the fire wouldn’t hurt a darn thing, especially considering what she had intended for him, so she shamelessly showed off her goods.
“So - Ahem -” he coughed, going red in the face. “Where’s this bathroom?”
Proceeding on her course, she grinned to herself. “It’s just this way, Sir. By the way, what should I call you?”
“Well the name’s Rostro, but I really like the ring of Sir…” he chuckled, coming to her side and playfully smacking her behind.
Star’s pace quickened, while she led the way down a winding corridor. She had the big lug on the hook, all she had to do was reel him in. Casually trotting by the security office, spying Terra reading a paper, she casually waved at the guard. She couldn’t say what she’d done to have everything line up so perfectly, but she issued a silent thanks to Luna for the absolutely fantastic run of luck.
“Here we are,” she noted, nonchalantly seeing herself into the little locker room. “Please, after you!”
Rostro paused, uneasily glancing over his shoulder towards Terra’s office. “You - uh - don’t think we’ll get caught, do you?”
“Of course not!” Star lied through her teeth, smiling broadly at him. “Besides,” she purred, stepping over and running her hoof up his chest, “if we do get caught, we could let him watch…” With the final bit of bait on the line, she unveiled her final tumultuous talent. Opening her muzzle, she allowed her tongue, nearly all two feet of it, to loll from her mouth.
It may have been a bit of a cheap trick, but lewdly showing off her exceptionally long and well-trained tongue rarely failed to get a response; this time was no different. Flicking the slick, lengthy appendage, while affixing him with her best pair of bedroom eyes, she slowly wheeled around and away from him. Luring him there was only step one, step two would require something special she’d brought with herself.
Opening her locker, she rummaged about in her things. She’d taken care to thoroughly prepare for the evening, cleaning and warming up before heading to work, so she was more than ready to enact her plan. As her forehoof grazed a small plastic bottle, she smirked to herself.
“Here,” she softly shouted, tossing the lube back at the beaked buck, “you’re gonna need this.”
Though she was tempted to look back at him, that would require breaking the act. She wanted - no, needed him to be as worked up as possible; if he wasn’t, that would reduce the likelihood of being found out. Arching her back, pressing her chest to the cool, tiled floor, she reached between her hind legs and covered her marehood.
Enticingly running her hoof around her velvety pucker, she peeked back at him. “You know, I heard my…” she trailed off, watching him saunter towards her. His spear-like cock swung beneath him, nearly fully erect and eager to slip into an accommodating hole. With nothing more needing to be said, she braced her legs and awaited her feathered mate.
“Oh I don’t think I’ll be needing this,” he laughed, discarding the bottle. His tongue ran across his beak, as he eyed her rear.
It didn’t take a genius for Star to figure out what he had in mind, although she hadn’t expected it from somepony she’d just met - still, she wasn’t going to oppose her suitor helping himself to a rump roast appetizer before the main event. Stepping forward, bringing his beak between her succulent buns, he rested a taloned hand on her hip. It was all she could do to suppress a shiver of delight, as his tongue tauntingly circled her taut hole.
Wasting no time whatsoever, Rostro feasted upon her tush. It was a bit odd, since she’d never been rimmed by an avian before, but she quickly discovered he knew exactly what he was doing. His keratinous jaw was warm and surprisingly pleasant, easing her concern that it would be uncomfortable to deal with. Even though he didn’t have proper lips to use on her, his efforts were more than adequate to loosen her up. Closing her eyes, relishing the experience, she rocked back against his face.
“Somepony’s eager,” he mused, pulling away and slapping her rump.
“J...just do me one favor,” she stammered, feigning the slightest bit of timidity. “Give it to me rough.”
Though she couldn’t see his face, his weight instantly settled upon her back. Shuffling to her, prodding her backdoor with his pointed dick, he snickered. Gripping her hips, sinking his talons into her soft hide, his length ground into her. Slowly exhaling, she relaxed and savored the sensation.
It wasn’t the first time she’d entertained a gryphon, so she was well aware of what the bird-cats had to offer. Vaguely comparable to a stallion in length, their equipment had several exotic and pleasing features. Instead of a blunted head, the tip of their shaft was pointed and almost seemed designed for penetrative action, but that wasn’t her favorite part - no, that honor went to the knot.
At the base of each gryphon’s tool was a fat bulb of flesh. When they climaxed, the thick root would swell to nearly twice its original size, effectively locking themselves inside their partner for up to half an hour. Having been knotted a few times, the experience was a bit of a double edged sword; on one hand, it felt absolutely amazing - on the other, it meant she was quite literally tied to her mate for a time.
“How’s this bird dick treating you?” Rostro grunted, as he began pistoning into her.
“Mmmmmmm,” Star groaned. “You’re so big!”
While he was decently sized, he wasn’t nearly as big as the prize she was after. She’d only seen Terra’s stallionhood once, when he was at half mast, though she knew he had a whopper - for buck’s sake, part of her inspiration for devising such an elaborate and salacious trap was to find out exactly how much heat the guard was packing. Smiling, occasionally peering over at the unlocked door, she rocked back against the avian DILF.
“Harder, you STUD!” she hollered, sending her voice resonating throughout the tiled chamber. She had little doubt that anyone outside would have easily heard her - then again, that was all part of the plan.
Raising one clawed hand, Rostro spanked and kneaded her toned flank. “That’s right,” he huffed, steadily increasing his pace, “tell me how much you love it.”
Star did love it, though not nearly as much as her heavy breaths and lustful moans would lead him to believe. As far as she was concerned, getting her ass pounded was just a happy little byproduct of her grand design. “Sweet Celestia, don’t stop!”
Synchronizing her movements to his, she sent her behind crashing against his waist. Her forehoof lowered, moving down her marehood to her winking, engorged clit. Now that he was firmly lodged in her rear, she saw no harm in diddling herself throughout the scandalous affair. Ordinarily speaking, she would have gnawed her lip and silently relished being screwed - as things were, her enjoyment took a back seat to her theatrics.
“Yes,” she wailed, her voice cracking, “right there!”
Turning her head to the side, she gazed up and back at him. Be darned if he wasn’t giving it his all. Though they’d only been at it for a few minutes, sweat beaded his brow and his jaw was fiercely clenched. The poor guy probably hadn’t had a good lay in a while, let alone a spontaneous one from a lustful batpony, so there was no telling how long he was going to last - in the end, since she’d accounted for several possible outcomes, it really didn’t matter.
“B...buck,” he huffed, wincing above her. “You’re tight as Tartarus.”
Mewling slightly, Star savagely massaged her clit. Truth be told, between his flattery and how fervently he was going to town, she found herself creeping towards her limit; add to that the fact that the screwing was bait for her ultimate prize, and she quickly found herself teetering on the brink. Bit by bit, her show started to fade - replaced by whorishly genuine sounds of ecstasy.
She honestly couldn’t say how close he was to cumming, but she had to get a taste of everything he had to offer, even if it was for a fleeting moment. Meeting his eye, she bucked back against him. There was one thing she needed to feel, whether they got busted before he peaked or not…
“Knot me,” she wailed, nearly screaming.
Either through coincidence, amazing timing, or sheer dumb luck, the big lug gave her just what she wanted. With a vehement plunge, the thick root of his cock Popped into her and gradually started to swell. As if the intrusion hadn’t been intense enough, feeling him expanding with her snug confines, seething ropes of his essence surged into her depths.
The scalding influx, paired with what felt like a small grapefruit in her ass, did Star in. Her howls of delight and gushing marehood were things she couldn’t fake. Nectar lewdly squirted from her sex, while her climactic cries of rapture sang a hymnal to the moon. It was a fantastic way to set her little trap - so fantastic that she failed to hear the door creak open.
“What in the hay is going on here?!” a sonorous voice blared, putting an abrupt end to the pair’s little escapade.
Star and Rostro immediately glanced to the side, spotting one large and exceptionally irate stallion leered over at them from the door. The pony was nearly double the gryphon’s size and far, far more toned than the middle-aged avian. Glaring at the two with contempt, doubtlessly trying to figure out just what he’d stumbled upon, the security pony’s eyes swept from one perpetrator to the other.
The mock look of surprise on Star’s face suddenly became all too real, as her plans went off the rails. Instead of trying to explain himself or stand there in shock, the gryphon flew into a panic - literally. Launching himself into the air, with the pony stuck around his engorged tool, he bolted for a nearby window. The mare squeaked in surprise, suddenly finding her lower half hauled from the ground.
Rostro’s reaction to being discovered had been the one X factor of her machinations, leaving her woefully unprepared for his alarming escape attempt. Only just starting to ride out the post-coitus bliss of her orgasm, the sensation of his knot cruelly pulling at her ass was more than a little jarring. Gritting her teeth, as her rapture mingled with discomfort, she reached out and desperately clung to a nearby bench.
Like an immovable force meeting an unstoppable object, the gryphon’s cock struggled against her backdoor. Out of all the crazy stuff she’d seen or done, the moment had to be in the running for the wildest. With one particularly fierce flap of his wings, hysterically trying to reach the exit, Rostro freed his tool.
The awkwardness of the moment was unbelievable. Star fell to the floor, crashing against the cool tile, while her paramour escaped. Being unceremoniously dismounted would have been bad enough, but the indignation didn’t stop there. Landing in the worst possible way, with her tush facing Terra, she felt the bird-cat’s gooey spunk leaking from her tender, gaped pucker.
Without budging a muscle, disapprovingly glowering down at the cum leaking, somewhat frazzled mare, Terra pinched the bridge of his muzzle. “Mind explaining why a gryphon was balls deep in your behind?”
“I was - uh…” Star faltered, genuinely unsure of how to respond. The sudden and wholly unexpected turn of events left her at a loss, upending her plans and leaving her speechless. “I’m - um - I’m in heat?” she questioningly stated, sheepishly grinning.
“Uh-huh…” Terra murmured, his eyes flicking to her slick and thoroughly abused posterior. “And you thought that’d make it ok to drag a guest into the employee changing room to loudly bang one out?”
The chances were pretty darn high that he saw right through her pitiable act, but she dug her hooves in and doubled down nonetheless. “Y...yeah. It’s so bad,” she lamented. Languidly pushing herself up, facing away from him, she cocked one hind leg and brazenly displayed her loins. “I...I needed to get it out of my system, but that bird didn’t even hit the right hole,” she whined, as her marehood invitingly winked and drooled at the stallion. “Just look at how wet I am…”
Sneaking a look to his face, seeing that her nethers held his attention, she lowered her leg and eased herself onto the bench beside herself. She had no way of knowing if her ploy would actually work, but it was too late to change tactics. Leaning back, holding onto the wooden rest with her wings, she splayed her legs and pawed at her crotch.
“It’s probably hard to understand, but you have no idea what it’s like,” she groused, massaging her snatch. “It’s like a scratch you have to itch. If I had a big, strong stallion to help me out, I’m sure I wouldn’t have this problem…”
If the blush in Terra’s cheeks wasn’t telling enough, the length of stallionhood slipping from his sheath was undeniable proof that her somewhat underhoofed tactic was working. Shifting uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck with one forehoof, he averted his gaze. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Star went in for the kill.
“I would have asked you, but I’m pretty sure you have a marefriend…”
She knew good and darn well that he was as single as can be, but he didn’t know she was privy to that information. The setup couldn’t have been more perfect. She’d lured him into the relative seclusion of the locker room, by himself, and clearly had him on the ropes. If the prospect of plowing a juicy and very eager batpony didn’t sunder his resolve, nothing would.
“E...even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. If we got caught, we’d get fired!” he halfheartedly protested, stealing the occasional glance at her goods.
“You know,” she began, pointing towards the door, “you could always throw the lock, give us a bit of privacy, then come over here and do a little team-building with your coworker…”
Though he didn’t utter a word, her offer was the straw that broke the camel’s back. His rigid length slapped loudly against his belly, telling her everything she needed to know. He wanted it, that much was certain; all he had to do was saunter his big, studly behind over and take it.
He stood motionless for a moment, before turning and trotting towards the exit. Star’s heart sank, realizing she’d failed. All her careful preparation and seduction had been for nothing - worse still, she’d more than likely permanently tarnished her image with him. The rejection was absolutely devastating and, truth be told, she wasn’t sure how she was going to deal with seeing him after that.
Click
The soft sound caught her ear, causing her to lift her head. Terra lingered by the door, with his lock on the hoof, peering back at her. An uneasy smile split his muzzle, as he took a timid step towards her. It was painfully evident that he was anxious as all get-out, even if his erection said otherwise, though he’d done anything but flee.
“If...” he gulped, inching closer, “if we get caught, I’m pinning this on you.”
Star had to fight to keep herself from beaming. The last thing she wanted was to come off as some desperate harlot, even if she was one, so she had to play it cool. Leaning forward, bracing herself on her wings, she ran her forehooves down her inner thighs and towards her crotch. Slowly, gently, she spread her marehood and shot him her best come hither look.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take all the heat from it…” she purred, giving him an unfettered look at her meaty, pink interior.
Without any further prompting, still appearing more than a little nervous, Terra moved towards her. She couldn’t put her hoof on it, but something told her that something was wrong. Most stallions would have been on her in a heartbeat, yet he looked more nervous than an inexperienced colt on prom night. Batting her eyes at him, she subtly nodded towards her loins.
“Don’t worry, it won’t bite,” she whispered, flicking her tongue out to caress her clit.
“R...right,” he mumbled to himself. Hopping up, placing his forehooves to either side of her waist, he nudged her entrance with the tip of his length.
With his broad chest above her, Star was given her first good look at his equipment. To say Terra was well endowed would be an understatement. Like looking down the barrel of a cannon, his stallionhood almost seemed to be thicker than her leg! Long and astonishingly thick, with an obscene vein snaking along one side, it was everything she could have dreamed of. As impressive as the sight was, she could only imagine how it would feel inside of her.
Lightly bucking her hips, she eagerly glanced up to his face. Curiously, peering down on her, a concerned expression rested on his face. Something was definitely amiss, stymieing their good time, yet she couldn’t fathom what it was. She couldn’t say if he was waiting for an engraved invitation or a verbal green-light, so she decided to take the direct approach.
“Is everything alright?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
“It’s just…” he faltered, screwing his eyes closed, “I haven’t really done this before.”
Star’s heart skipped a beat - not from fear, but from disbelief. To think that a stallion Terra’s age hadn’t had his v-card punched was utterly unbelievable and, if it was true, meant she’d be able to get some pristine action from the unsullied stud. The corners of her lips turned up, as she extended her hind legs and locked her hips around his waist. With the prospect of despoiling the hunky guard, her innocent facade faded.
Flexing her legs, pulling him into her confines, she trembled with excitement. As extraordinary as it was, he felt even bigger than he looked; fortunately, she was more than worked up enough to accommodate him. Taking a metered breath, taking care to keep herself relaxed, she drew in deeper. Besides the wondrous sensation of having her sex stuffed with cock, his expression was priceless.
Terra’s face contorted in barely kept joy, as her silken walls wrapped around him. It was a deliciously depraved moment, one she would surely get off to later, and she savored every second of it - still, she needed to make sure he had a good time. It wasn’t every day that she got to be somepony’s first, so leaving a lasting memory was paramount.
Time seemed to slow, while he plunged into her, until the blunted head of his bumped against her womb. He wasn’t fully hilted, having an inch or so of his shaft untouched, but it was a darn good start. Reaching up, softly pawing at his chest, she clenched her marehood around him.
“Just take it nice and slow. There’s no need to - Oh sweet Luna!” she howled, as the stallion launched into possibly the most ruthless screwing she’d ever experienced.
Caught completely off guard, the amorous assault took her by surprise. If she hadn’t had her legs wrapped around him, she would have been bucked straight off her perch - fortunately, that wasn’t the case. Holding on for dear life, accosted by the divine sensation of being plowed by somepony so much larger than herself, she gradually rallied.
The raw intensity of his passion made concentrating an ordeal, although she quickly got his rhythm down. Relaxing on his thrusts, while clenching on his withdrawals, she did what she could to milk the magnificent brute; it wasn’t much, but she wanted his first time to be as unforgettable as possible - that being said, he wasn’t making it easy.
The way his pendulous nuts slapped against her tush, how his medial ring absolutely brutalized her g-spot, and the rhythmic impacts against her womb sent shockwaves of unrefined bliss coursing through her. What he lacked in outright skill, he more than made up for in enthusiasm and endowment. Realizing she may get overwhelmed, she leapt into action.
Extending her forelegs, she fiercely gripped the edge of the bench and hauled her body to meet his. Be darned if she was going to wind up some whimpering, quivering mess - at least not yet. So help her, she’d earn the virgin foal-batter he’d been storing for Luna knows how long. Setting her jaw, while being mercilessly pounded, she gave as good as she got.
“This - Mmmph - feels amazing,” Terra huffed, his motions unslowing.
Pleased with her efforts, and because she hadn’t yielded to the blinding rapture the rut-lust seized stallion delivered, she stole a peek up at him. His head hung just above her, with a silly little smile plastered on his snout, fanning the flames of her lust. She wasn’t usually one to kiss while in the sack - then again, this wasn’t exactly a usual moment for either of them.
Freeing one foreleg, she reached up and stroked his chin. As he lowered his gaze to her, her head shot forward. Their lips met and their breath mingled, but she was far from finished with him. Just as his eyes began to drift closed, she pressed her tongue into his mouth. When it came to oral skills, he didn’t have a leg to stand on.
Deeply kissing, groaning into one another, the pair went at it like two hormonally charged highschoolers. In an unexpected way, they complimented one another nearly perfectly. Her experience, mixed with his strength and size, gave both of them what they needed. On and on they went, making out and driving one another towards the edge.
Though Star had only just come down from one climax, she was rapidly approaching another. A heady cocktail of Terra’s pre-cum and her feminine juices crept down the cleft of her rump, mingling with the Gryphon’s jizz. She had no way of knowing just how long he was going to last, given how hard he was going at her, but she was going to make the most of what time they had.
“K...keep going,” she moaned, momentarily pulling away.
Running her tongue over his cheek and jaw, coating her taste buds with his sweat, she constricted around him. Now that she’d had a little time to adjust to the titanic intrusion, her confidence soared. On the very real chance that he blew his load before her, she wouldn’t be upset - after all, she’d already gotten enough mental masturbation fuel to last her for months.
His pounding hips slowed, if only just, as he started to flare. Though she would have been disappointed that his endurance was lacking, the added stimulation of having a colossal cock-head battering her womb was heavenly. Flexing her legs, ensuring he was as deep as possible, she broke their kiss and brought her muzzle to his ear.
“Fill me up.”
No sooner did those fateful words leave her lips than she was granted her wish. What felt like pints of rich, virile seed went flooding into her. The insane output of the earth pony, paired with his barely restrained grunts, did her in. Braying to the night sky, she came with the cataclysmic force of a supernova.
Crossing the threshold together, nirvana met them. She’d had more than her fair share of experiences with stallions of various shapes and sizes before, but this was different. Something about knowing it was his first time, that she was the one to claim him, elevated the experience to nigh unfathomable levels. Nearly convulsing, lewdly dribbling nectar around his throbbing shaft, she struggled to remain conscious.
The flow of time lost meaning, as she hauled air into her chest. Seconds bled into minutes and longer still, while he pumped every drop of his essence into her. It was, without a doubt, a moment she wouldn’t soon forget - sadly, as with all things, it would come to an end. Straightening up and balancing on one foreleg, he tenderly caressed her face.
“Th - Cough - thank you,” he breathed, leaning in to give her a peck on the snout.
Unable to speak, she mutely nodded at him. If anything, she should have been thanking him. She wasn’t sure if he was always that productive or if he’d been abstaining from getting off, but she sure as heck felt like a water balloon. Shakily lifting her head, peering down at her slightly distended abdomen, a chuckle escaped her.
“Just do me one favor,” she wheezed, gazing into his eyes.
A worried look flitted across his face, yet he didn’t back away. “What?”
“Dinner, my place, this Friday,” she stated, a subtle demand more than a question. “Alright?”
It took Terra a moment to process what he’d heard, but an awkward smile crept across his muzzle. “Buck it, why not.”
Grinning like an idiot, having laid the framework to have more time with him, she sighed. Her hips ached, she was absolutely stuffed with jizz, and she’d probably be walking funny for a day or two, but all her time and effort had paid off fantastically. She wasn’t sure what they’d be doing when he came to visit her, but she had every intention of having another round with the big lug - after all, somepony needed to get him properly trained…