Stuffing the Zebra Twink

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In the plains of Zebrica, many years after the Legion of Doom was defeated, the vast plains were no longer untouched by the modern landscape. With how many creatures were part of Equestria now, and the lands neighboring it, Zebrica had established ties with Equestria and their different species. And with different risks came more need for evolving in their weapons. And inside a new restaurant with a bar was a well-built dark blue griffon with dark gray feathers, deep green eyes, and white tips on his head feathers and wings. He sat beside a sandy pale brown hippogriff dude that had a red mane as well as blue eyes. Smaller than the griffon and more lithe, the deep blue eyes of the bright and bubbly hippogriff suggested there was more beneath the surface…

“You’ve got to try this drink, Gareth,” the hippogriff chirped as he pushed the small glass of bright red drink towards the blue griffon’s taller beer glass. “And let me try yours, I wanna taste what big strong griffons drink~”

“You and your fruity drinks, Storm Surge,” Gareth chuckled as he took the short glass into his talon, staring down at how vivid it was in color. Reminding him of the bright red of his dearest friend right next to him, Gareth glanced at Storm out of the corner of his eye. “I can’t believe we sold so many weapons over the past week.”

“You’re telling me,” Storm took a swig of Gareth’s beer, instantly unimpressed with the lackluster flavor as he pushed it back towards his griffon friend. Gareth took his own sip, blinking at the burst of flavor before pushing Storm’s drink back to him. “I wonder if Zebrica is threatened by all the new creatures moving in.”

“Must not be that threatened if they’re willing to buy weapons from a hippogriff and a griffon,” Storm quipped, returning to taking healthy swigs of his drink. “At least the zebra mares have taken a liking to us, maybe more than their husbands would’ve liked~”

Gareth blushed through his dark gray feathers, thinking of the lovely zebra mares and the way their stripes complimented their hips. Lots of the mares they encountered selling weapons to families were either older mothers or young adults that haven’t moved out yet, and all of their husbands and fathers gave the two the same red-faced scowls before making their purchases and slamming the doors on them. Perhaps most of them wouldn’t become regular customers provided they came back to Zebrica, but at least the two bird creatures made a fat profit and then some. Storm’s ears flickered before his long tail swatted the bigger griffon’s butt.

“I don’t know whether we would’ve made them feel better or worse…” Storm snickered. “If we had started flirting with each other~”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Gareth blushed as Storm laughed and slapped his claw over the griffon’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to pretend here anymore, you can tell how open Zebrica has become over the years,” Storm reassured him. “Tartarus’ sake, just a couple of decades ago, all this land was plains and no buildings beyond that of huts. Now we’re literally in an air-conditioned restaurant with a bar here. Doubt they’re going to care if you like both chicks and dicks.”

“Oh,” Gareth glanced around the restaurant that was mostly inhabited with zebras, including the two bartenders making their rounds. The world didn’t implode because Storm directly mentioned Gareth’s bisexuality, and the zebras seemed to not be paying attention at all. And the both of them were out with their own preferences, but saying them outright in Zebrica on their first trip to the foreign land made Gareth’s heart skip a beat before his shoulders relaxed. Feeling Storm’s claw on his shoulder gently moving up his shoulder before pulling away, Gareth felt the touch linger on his fur for a few moments longer before a deep shiver rolled from his head down to his paws.

“Don’t tease me like that, you know it's been a while,” Gareth grunted.

“That’s not entirely true, I took care of you a couple of days ago!” Storm grinned as he opened his mouth and licked his beak with his long tongue, drawing out the gesture with a glint in his eyes as he made the innuendo more than obvious. Gareth felt his loins stirring up underneath the counter as he glanced around at the zebra bartenders again before grabbing his beer with his talon and taking another deep gulp of his drink.

“Quickies hardly count,” Gareth pouted. “And thanks for reminding me of the mares we couldn’t hit on, I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome~!” Storm looked to a stack of menus near them, pulling a couple of them to him and Gareth as he tossed the menu at the griffon. “Well, if nothing else, we can splurge on some bar food and unwind, right?”

“I suppose so,” Gareth opened his menu and looked at the contents, pleasantly surprised by how many dishes there were that were either from different cultures, or hybrid cuisine of some kind. There were even meat dishes, a whole seafood section that would no doubt appeal to Storm Surge’s preferences, and a big appetizer section for those who were just looking for something to pick at with their drinks. With the absurd amount of money that they got just from upselling alone, Gareth smirked as he watched the zebra bartender pass by. “Oh sir, I think we’re ready to start on appetizers.”

“Yes, of course,” the zebra bartender stopped as he took the nearest notepad and pen, looking up at the dark gray and blue griffon. “What can I get started for you?”

“Large buffalo chicken fries, pretzel bites, and chips with the trio of dips,” Gareth brought a talon to his beak, restraining from bursting into laughter at the way the bartender’s eyes flickered wide for a moment before he returned to his blank expression as he scribbled away. Dropping the pen back on the counter, the bartender smiled and nodded before taking off past the nearby door to the kitchen. Glancing at Storm Surge’s gobsmacked expression, Gareth shrugged. “Well, worse that happens is we get filled up on that and we don’t get dinner. You can still get your fish if you want though, I know you love that.”

“We’ll see,” Storm shrugged as he heard the door open, glancing out of the corner of his eye as his beak dropped again for the second time. Seeing a zebra mare with long flowing white hair draped over the sides of her face, batting her extensively long eyelashes with her purple eyes, that wasn’t even the most interesting quality about her. Unlike all of the zebras Storm Surge and Gareth had seen so far, the zebra mare had dark brown stripes instead of black stripes. Her ears were long and she had a tail that nearly touched the floor, but she wasn’t without her own form of fashion. Wearing silk clothes that were mere transparent pieces of fabric on her striped body, she wore a long deep red silk fabric down her chest and one around her legs. Held up by a golden ring around her body, the piece of fabric on her lower body conveniently covered the frontside and backside of the areas between her legs. Somehow the perceived sense of modesty made her look more appealing to Storm Surge and Gareth then if she hadn’t worn anything at all. With an empty seat on Gareth’s other side, and with the bird guys’ luck, the zebra mare made a beeline for the seat and looked directly at Gareth.

“Is this seat taken?”

Gareth’s eyes blinked at the jarring voice paired up with the zebra mare in question, light and flowery but definitely different than what he expected. Nodding wordlessly as he blatantly stared at the zebra mare’s bright purple and pink lipstick, Gareth watched as the zebra hopped into her seat and waited for the bartender to walk her way.

“Oh hey Jasmine,” the other bartender walked up to the brown-striped zebra and smiled at her. “The usual for you?”

“Yes please,” Jasmine smiled, watching as the bartender glanced at her for a few more moments before walking away to get the drink. Glancing at Gareth and Storm Surge next to her, Jasmine cleared her throat before continuing. “You boys seem like the type that are too nice to assume and say something rude, but I’m a femcolt. Not an actual mare.”

“Oh,” Gareth and Storm Surge said almost simultaneously, blushing as they glanced at each other before looking to the zebra femcolt in front of them. Then, Gareth spoke. “You really look like a mare…”

“And what of it?” Jasmine fluttered his eyelashes. “Clearly if you thought I was an adequate mare and nothing more, you wouldn’t be paying me this much attention. What would your wives think of you both staring at me?”

“We don’t h-have wives of the sort, that would m-make traveling for work difficult anyway,” Storm admitted, watching as Jasmine’s eyes lit up as she leaned forward towards Gareth considering he was the one the zebra femcolt was sitting next to. Gareth’s eyes widened as he smelled the overwhelming perfume from the femcolt, smaller than both of them and clearly riling them up on purpose.

“So you’ve been playing around with the wives of zebras here?”

“Oh we couldn’t if we tried!” Storm laughed, and Gareth blushed even further at his best friend and business partner’s admission. He even turned frontward back towards his seat to keep Jasmine from seeing his growing length, not quite as long as Storm Surge’s but much thicker. As he glanced at Storm’s growing length as well, Gareth wondered why he was even holding back in the first place. The both of them despite their tango with each other on occasion were more worked up than colts on prom night, and happily swung both ways. They only knew the zebra femcolt for a few minutes but Jasmine was as sweet as a peach. Gareth barely heard Storm as the hippogriff continued. “They’re hot for sure, but they were either already taken or haven’t moved out from their protective fathers despite being adults. Tough world out here in Zebrica!”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Jasmine giggled, using a forehoof to twirl the strands of his long white mane before glancing the other way. “Some of those studs aren’t exactly faithful when it comes to my company, so I wouldn’t feel bad about taking their mares if they’re consenting. Though if you’re looking for a guilt-free choice of ‘mare’ to have fun with…”

Jasmine used his hindleg and brushed it against Gareth’s lion hindleg as the zebra femcolt moved his hoof up all the way till he brushed his backhoof against the griffon’s stiffening length. Gareth would’ve already been turned on without the painful dry spell him and Storm Surge had been put through due to their constant work, but the spell made a difficult feat of self-control downright impossible. And Gareth glanced at Storm Surge, who was staring at his griffon tush before eyeing Jasmine with a predatory gaze. The hippogriff was normally quite the jokester, playful and full of laughter. Even in the bedroom, the dry spell awakened something more serious for Storm Surge. The sandy hippogriff jumped off his barstool and walked up to Jasmine.

“What about your drink?”

“Oh the bartender doesn’t usually start on it till after ten minutes at least,” Jasmine shrugged. “He knows that there’s a 50/50 chance that I’ll have bagged someone within the first five minutes of me being here…”

“And that other bartender can’t exactly charge us for appetizers we never ate!” Gareth laughed, though his heart was racing inside of his chest. He was only used to Storm Surge’s amorous attention on occasion, and didn’t really sleep with others on a whim. The dry spell was changing a lot of Gareth’s normal behavior, and the dark gray and blue griffon fished out enough bits for the two drinks and placed them on the counter before jumping off his barstool. “C’mon, you’ve got us skipping our food for at least a few hours. You’ve got to work it as least as good as the mares around here would…”

“I like to think that I would be even better, sweetie,” Jasmine winked at Gareth over his shoulder before the zebra femcolt lead the way out of the bar. Storm Surge ended up right next to his fellow mercenary as the two bird creatures followed Jasmine, the hippogriff telling himself that he and Gareth could go out to eat after their time with the zebra femcolt. Maybe they would even invite Jasmine after fucking his brains out. The silk harem clothes was something he saw on the zebra mares at a glance, but didn’t get to properly ogle it on a zebra until staring at Jasmine’s behind. Properly covered with the deep red fabric, Storm Surge could barely see the outline of the zebra femcolt’s ponut and much smaller balls. No doubt that this Jasmine could easily sway a straight stallion if he played his cards right, and swayed bisexual birds even more easily as the zebra femcolt trotted through the plains and their new buildings built all over Zebrica. One of those buildings was a tall one that the zebra femcolt lived in, a far more modernist apartment building to be exact.

“This is where I live~” Jasmine explained. “Well, I live on the bottom floor which I consider to be quite fitting for me personally. It’s only one big room, but it's very spacious for anybody that I choose to bring home. And some of those generous studs in power pay to make sure I’m well-fed and that the lights are still on. But this isn’t one of those transactions, just showing my appreciation for other cultures…”

Jasmine’s half-lidded eyes said it all as the femcolt’s purple eyes darted from the big griffon to the smaller yet more excitable hippogriff. Both of them looked to be able to give Jasmine an amazing time, and the zebra femcolt was even more thrilled at the idea of experiencing the unique qualities of griffon and hippogriff lengths…

Jasmine walked up to the door that was decorated with flowers after his namesake, playing with the doorknob for a few moments before pushing the door open and revealing his minimalistic abode. With a small kitchen in one corner of the room, a bathroom a short distance in another corner, and the other half of the room taken up by a bright blue king-sized bed, Gareth and Storm Surge could tell at a glance where the zebra’s priorities were at. Then, they both glanced at Jasmine as he reached a forehoof onto his behind and lifted the lower cloth to reveal his backside. A ponut almost more appealing than any rear the guys have seen since they got to Zebrica, Gareth and Storm's beaks both dropped and stayed that way processing just how tight an ass Jasmine had despite having a smaller and more slender body beyond the hips. The dark brown stripes on Jasmine's white fur moved hypnotically up and down as the zebra femcolt twerked his ass for the two.

“Great Celestia,” Gareth chirped, his green eyes bouncing up and down with Jasmine’s ass. At that point, the dark gray griffon’s thick dick was as stiff as a board. He didn’t need to glance at his buddy Storm Surge to know the hippogriff felt the same way. And on top of that, Storm Surge quite literally surged forward and gripped the zebra femcolt’s bubbly and striped marshmallow cheeks as he bounced them up and down even more for Gareth. It was already devastating enough to Gareth’s dry spell that he had a femcolt twerking for him, but he didn’t even register that Storm Surge would pull out all the stops. With how many years they had known each other, the fiery-haired hippogriff had learned all the ways he was able to push at his sterner friend’s buttons, and with a zebra femcolt to play, the trouble was only doubled.

“Now, let’s get some ground rules out of the way,” Jasmine glanced over his shoulder, his purple eyes singing like a siren’s call to Gareth and Storm Surge as the latter paused his groping to listen to the brown-striped zebra. “I like the occasional degrading name, but don’t go too crazy with the rough stuff. I like to get used and thrown around, but no hitting or slapping. The safeword for anything I might not have covered is dandelion…”

“Got it,” Gareth whispered almost breathlessly, mesmerized with the striped ass Storm Surge had gripped in his claws still. With Jasmine giving them the go ahead, Gareth intended to get at least a talonful of orgasms to release the heaviness in his pent up balls of his hot red griffon dick that ended with a thick knot. Didn’t really matter which of the two gave him orgasms, whether it was one of the or both he’d be over the moon. Meanwhile, Storm Surge had a much longer dark brown dick that contrasted with his pale sandy fur. It had a medial ring and a knot, and Jasmine was the lucky femcolt to experience both in the same night.

“And more than anything else, I like to be referred to as a femcolt, a twink, and if you are comfortable with referring to me as such…” Jasmine’s ears flickered as he blushed a little with his following statement. “I like to be called a pretty mare~”

“Well you play the part really well,” Storm Surge winked at Jasmine as he gave the zebra twink’s ass cheeks a firm squeeze before glancing at Gareth knowingly. “Gareth, why don’t we get you warmed up while I warm up Jasmine here?”

It was a silly question and a delicious bait that the griffon knew he’d be more than happy to take, Gareth was already ready to pop and he was sure that Storm was either looking for the zebra to edge him or make him blow his load down some femcolt mouth. Gareth stammered some incoherent noises before lumbering over in front of Jasmine’s face. His pink eyeshadow, his big eyelashes and dual-colored lipstick…all of those parts of the lovely young zebra’s face about to be ruined by griffon dick. And Gareth felt his griffon instincts, his need to dominate the intentionally weaker male with his thick cock beginning to unfold. Grunting as he stood on his hind legs, towering over both Jasmine and Storm Surge with his stature, Gareth then leaned forward until his talons were resting on the zebra’s ass while Storm removed his claws from Jasmine’s ass to bring his beak level with the twink’s dark ponut. With his body draped over Jasmine’s smaller body, Gareth’s thick griff dick was squished against the zebra’s muzzle. And unlike the times that Jasmine had his bedroom affairs with zebra studs, the scent from Gareth was completely unique all on its own. Powerful yet tangy musk that flooded his sinuses, Jasmine’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he stifled his own moan. There was so much to unfold between the three of them and Jasmine could not risk something as embarrassing as popping within a couple of measly minutes.

Meanwhile, Storm Surge could see the visual display of Jasmine’s pleasurable suffering as the hippogriff stared at Jasmine’s smaller balls. By mere coincidence perhaps, the zebra twink cock played well into the role of being more marish with its smaller size. Not a micropenis by any means, but definitely on the smaller side more so than Gareth and Storm Surge’s studly bitchbreakers. He stepped closer to the ponut, the same shade of color as Jasmine’s stripes, as Storm pressed his beak against the rim of the zebra’s backdoor and opened his long tongue. Both him and Gareth, while not drunk, were tipsy and slightly more interested in a casual hookup than normal. Jasmine shuddered and moaned into the surprise rimming, more of a shock due to the swift timing of it and not because of it happening at all. Every stallion either plunged their lubed hoof or their tongue into his backdoor before fucking his ass, but never did he have outside predators with their sharp beaks and claws wanting to have a go at him. Let alone so quickly. His heart skyrocketing with the desire to impress with such a lucky opportunity unfolding in front of him, Jasmine didn’t hesitate to put his expert mouth to use. He received advice from mares and fellow femcolts alike, spending nights blowing dildos or assessing those skills with big striped studs that were getting away from their wives. And with a new pair of dicks, Jasmine was going to learn all over again. Opening his mouth and barely managing to fit his muzzle around the absurdly thick griffon length, Jasmine’s heart fluttered with the difficulty Gareth brought upon him. The zebra twink pushed his mouth further down and briefly paused, deep strain as he made sure to not have his teeth grazing Gareth’s length, before feeling the tip of the dark gray and blue griffon’s dick hit the front of his throat.

Inhaling the musk, feeling the wet tongue of Storm Surge wriggling deep into his ponut now, Jasmine gave a deep exhale out from his nostrils as he pushed further, deepthroating Gareth’s length. Gareth gasped, staring down at Storm going to town on Jasmine’s ponut as he felt himself getting deepthroated. It would only be a few more moments before the zebra twink would start bobbing his head up and down, and Gareth doubted he would last long after that. The sight of his best friend feasting on zebra femcolt ass, and the zebra starting to quiver from the deepthroating, was becoming too much. Then Jasmine hilted Gareth’s length, and began to slowly move back till only the tip of the griffon’s cock was in his marish mouth. At the same time Jasmine began to move his muzzle back onto Gareth’s thick length, not too fast but firm in his pace, Storm Surge took the plunge and literally pushed his non-sharp beak into Jasmine’s tight yet lubed enough ponut. Jasmine moaned whorishly like a happily gangbanged prostitute as he shoved Gareth’s entire thick dick into his mouth and throat once more, smashed against the griff’s overloaded balls as his formally perfect lipstick was smeared all over them. Feeling his muzzle overwhelmed, Jasmine’s drool slipped from out of his muzzle and down his neck till it drenched the front cloth of his silky outfit. The pristine gold was now dirtied up by his own needy spit, and his eyeshadow rubbed off the musky and strong griffon’s underside as his entire existence became Gareth’s dick crammed in his mouth and down his throat.

Feeling a small yet thick part of the hippogriff’s body inserted into his ponut nearly made Jasmine cum on the spot, and Gareth threw his head back and shuddered as he was stuck in the same spot. Holding on tight to the zebra twink’s ass cheeks, Gareth slowly pulled out his thick entire length before sliding it back in. Like the thrust before, Gareth’s thick knot popped past Jasmine’s lips as he groaned before bursting his load. With Jasmine still moaning slightly quieter than before, and a dry spell stinging like a bitch, Gareth couldn’t take it anymore. Bringing his talons from Jasmine’s ass to the sides of the zebra’s face, Gareth held the femcolt’s face firmly yet not too hard. His hilted dick unloaded his griffon seed down Jasmine’s throat, and the zebra femcolt didn’t really get the chance to properly taste the difference due to the deepthroating. But with a perk in his step, Jasmine knew that he would be able to taste both their cum by the end of the night. Dutifully gulping down a load of cum like Jasmine had done many times before, the zebra twink waited till Gareth was completely spent of his first orgasm and his talons softened their grip for Jasmine to pull his face back. Gareth removed himself from the zebra femcolt as he inspected Jasmine’s new look. With his eyelash extensions still intact, Jasmine’s eyeshadow and lipstick was smeared up around his face as he grinned from ear to ear at the griffon. While no cum was on Jasmine’s silky clothes, there was spittle remaining from where the twink deepthroated him.

Even though Gareth was done with his blowjob, Storm Surge remained feasting on Jasmine’s backdoor for a few extra moments before pulling back and licking his beak. The zebra femcolt couldn’t be more ready, with his ponut stretched out and lubed up, and his smaller length ready to pop from the treatment he received and gave. Gareth looked at Storm, who looked up at the griffon, and with the arousal towards the zebra femcolt also came up similar feelings for each other. Ones that they couldn’t quite explore as much as they would like, even though sometimes they let it out when they had shared lovers in the past. Even blowjobs here and there, since Gareth found Storm attractive and vice versa. Giving each other a knowing nod and slightly blushing as they made eye contact with each other, Gareth and Storm switched places. The sandy hippogriff trotted towards Jasmine’s face, his heart skipping a beat as he noticed the messed up lipstick already on the zebra twink. Then Gareth saw the ponut, the gold in the treasure chest as he savored just how tempting it was snug between those striped cheeks. He’d never bedded a zebra before, let alone one who so convincingly dressed up like a mare. Taking the once-in-a-lifetime chance, Gareth properly mounted Jasmine and pressed the tip of his hardening length against the zebra’s dark ponut. Hotdogging it, the dark gray and blue griffon moved his thick length up and down in the crack of Jasmine’s ass and right up against his ponut. Jasmine blushed deeply as he watched Storm stand up on his hindlegs. Not quite as tall as Gareth, that was more than made up for with the impressive erect length the hippogriff was sporting. Way above average but not absurdly so, Storm’s hippogriff dick had the medial ring of a pony and the knot of a ‘griff. Jasmine looked forward to later when he would feel both parts of Storm popping into his ass, but focused on who would definitely be the thicker of the two…

Gareth was completely hard after a few more moments of hotdogging some zebra femcolt ass, and pressed the tip of his length to Jasmine’s ponut once more. Tightly gripping Jasmine’s relatively wide hips in comparison to his more slender body, Gareth looked down at the zebra femcolt as he opened his mouth for Storm Surge.

“Are you ready for this? You would have to prepare yourself, because this isn’t some run-of-the-mill zebra cock,” Gareth explained.

“You’d be surprised at what I’m able to take in the ass~” Jasmine fluttered his eyelashes as he glanced over his shoulder at Gareth, though the griffon didn’t fail to notice that the zebra twink didn’t specify if this would be his biggest or not. “So please sweetheart, I’m more than ready~”

“Are you a loose mare then?” Gareth smirked, remembering what Jasmine said he liked to be called before giving the zebra femcolt’s ass cheek a sharp smack with his talon. Jasmine threw his head back, his mouth opening yet again to release a deep moan. And with a quick glance between each other, Gareth and Storm Surge set their spontaneous plans to motion. The big and bulking griffon pressed his thick dick with as much pressure as he could against Jasmine’s slightly welcoming ponut, managing to pop the tip inside within a couple of seconds. At the same time, Storm slipped the first couple of inches inside Jasmine’s mouth. Despite the surprise spitroast starting, Jasmine didn’t accidentally press his teeth down on the hippogriff’s dick. Such a mistake was for amateurs in the experienced twink’s opinion, and despite the searing pleasure in his ass that was far thicker than Storm’s beak, Jasmine pushed forward and took even more inches in his mouth till his muzzle was against the medial ring. Hearing Gareth groaned as he pushed another inch of his thick cock inside, Jasmine slipped his muzzle over the medial ring and felt the bumpy ring against his tongue. Such a feeling was familiar from all the times he had sucked off zebra studs, but today he would feel the gifted sensations of knots for the first time.

“Oh fucking Celestia,” Gareth grunted, feeling Jasmine’s backdoor clamping down on him like a vice even though the griffon tried to push more of his length inside. While the sensation was frustrating, it also turned on Gareth even more to have Jasmine not be as loose of a “mare” than he expected. The griffon mercenary didn’t care if that was because Jasmine mostly did oral, was lying about the number of partners he had, or took potions to maintain a tight backdoor. Factors he might’ve cared about if he didn’t have such a painful dry spell. Though, there was one concern that he would always carry in the back of his mind.

“Are you okay?” Gareth asked even though Jasmine’s mouth was filled with over half of his best friend’s dick, the griffon getting helplessly all the more aroused as he saw purple and pink lipstick smearing on Storm Surge’s length. Still, Jasmine managed to nod his head the best he could without moving Storm’s dick much, even using his long tail to gently swat Gareth’s ass to spur him forward. With no free mouth to use the safe word, Gareth wanted to make sure the zebra femcolt was okay by any means necessary. While Storm Surge’s length was appealing to many of the gals they encountered, a good number of them got cold hooves at the sight of Gareth’s uniquely thick bird cock. So it came off as a shock to Gareth to have Jasmine ready to take more of him inside, and the big griffon growled as he felt himself letting go of his griffon instincts. Deep and predatory desires flowing through his body, Gareth pushed more of his dick inside as Jasmine’s eyes watered. The burning pleasure mixed with intense pressure was causing Jasmine to feel like jelly as his legs nearly gave out, his throat started to get stuffed with hippogriff dick as he preserved. And the maddening part of all that pleasure was that the two hadn’t even started thrusting yet! No doubt the zebra wouldn’t be able to think anymore once the two strapping studs went to town. Faced with Storm’s knot to still take in his mouth to hilt him, Jasmine wasn’t ready for Gareth’s knot to brush against his ponut. Twerking his ass back, Jasmine’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he started clapping his femcolt cheeks against Gareth’s nearly hilted dick.

“Fuck, he really knows how to work it,” Gareth hissed, watching as Storm Surge looked at the griffon with a glint in his eye. “What?”

“We can’t just stand here all day and wait till he hilts one of us~” Storm Surge giggled, using one of his claws to twirl his own bright red hair. “Why don’t we start thrusting what we already have inside him?”

Fuck, the sandy hippogriff Gareth had traveled with over the years had a hold on him, knowing just the tricks to send him over the edge. Ever since that night he opened up to Storm Surge about his griffon instincts in the bedroom, the hippogriff who somewhat related never forgot and held it over Gareth’s head ever since. Gareth glanced down at his talons on Jasmine’s tight ass underneath the red silk clothing, noticing that underneath them were marks of flower shapes that the zebra femcolt appeared to be born with. They were dark brown just like his stripes. It was almost as if Jasmine was meant to be a sweet and effeminate zebra all along, and Gareth was set on treating him like a proper mare. Pulling out most of his length until only the tip was inside, Gareth grunted as he surged forward and nearly got all of his thick length inside Jasmine’s backdoor. Storm Surge, having not quite reached a rhythm with his griffon buddy yet, pulled out slower till only the tip was inside before slamming most of his length back in. The thrust happened all so fast that Jasmine didn’t have time to miss that ring against the roof of his mouth, against his tongue. The life he lived by himself most of the time was tedious and boring after a while, so when he sought out flings to sleep with, those nights were the times he lived for. Pushing forward and feeling the burning yet needy sensation of Storm’s long length plunging past his throat, the overwhelming pleasure and searing discomfort blurred into a euphoria that completely broke his mind for the next several moments as he came. Pathetic spurts of his cum landed on his own floor, and the three of them hadn’t even reached the bed yet. The three for their own reasons were so needy that they had started near the door, and as soon as they closed the door.

As Gareth and Storm Surge had most of their lengths hilted in their respective holes in the zebra twink they were sharing, hearing Jasmine give a deeply feminine whine against the hippogriff’s dick as he came, they pulled most of their lengths out and slammed them back in. They stared at each other, smirking as they made work of the submissive zebra femcolt, as they began to thrust back in and out. Finally after a few minutes, getting a sense of rhythm, the bird buds managed to thrust in and out in sync. Jasmine didn’t even get a moment to recover from his orgasm, or to process it before they went back to their vicious thrusts. He lived for these sexual highs, and with a shock rushing through his body as he convulsed and moaned louder into Storm’s cock, the first orgasm ended with the beginning of a devastating second one. Jasmine had never experienced a second one, without a single touch to his dick, in such quick succession to the first one. He definitely wouldn’t be satisfied with the usual zebra studs the same way, Jasmine knew. Either he’d manage to seduce these two again, or he’d just have to make a trip to Griffonstone or Mount Aris. He had entered paradise, and didn’t expect it to happen with a pair of predatory birdy dicks. Gareth grunted and Storm Surge hissed with each thrust they made into Jasmine, and they were close to giving the zebra femcolt the best feeling of all. Plapping faster with each thrust, getting nearly all their dicks inside the fleshlight of a darling zebra twink, Storm Surge played with Jasmine’s long white hair.

“That’s right you sweet little mare~” Storm Surge whispered, watching as Jasmine’s ears twitched a little despite his cum-drunk state. “Just in a few more thrusts, y-you’re going to feel the beauty of a knot in your ass. Though it’ll be a bit before Gareth could get the knot out if you know what I mean…”

“Hnng! Nngh! Mmmph!” Jasmine made the loud and high-pitched sounds against Storm Surge’s length, affirming that he was to be subservient to them for the night. Gareth looked into Storm’s deep blue eyes, feeling an emotional and sexual high both as he was about to burst a second time. And like the many times they shared other partners together, Storm Surge lifted a claw off of Jasmine as he used a digit with a “come hither” gesture.

“Come here~” Storm Surge purred, kicking in Gareth’s desire to share the moment in the deepest way he possibly could with his best friend. Feeling a hot surge of happiness in his chest from the way Storm looked at him, plus the sensation of having his talons on some cute flower flanks while plapping a marish zebra twink, brought him to one of his favorite acts to do when sharing a partner with Storm. Lunging forward and connecting his big griffon beak to Storm’s smaller hippogriff beak, they parted their mouths open and let their tongues wrestle as Gareth reached his breaking point. Jasmine barely had the chance to process what was happening when Storm Surge pulled his entire length out of the zebra femcolt’s mouth, while Gareth pushed forward and with a pop, the knot entered Jasmine’s ass. The overwhelming sensation of such a large object entering his butt caused Jasmine to let out a piercing wail that he’d likely get complaints about from the other tenants the next morning, but in the moment, Jasmine couldn’t be bothered. It was already mind and load-blowing enough for Jasmine to experience the unique spitroasting of a griffon and hippogriff stud, but the knot exceeded his expectations. Gareth hissed into Storm Surge’s beak as thick ropes of his seed shot inside the zebra femcolt’s ass with his dick stuck inside the whole time.

The way that Storm Surge’s long tongue danced with Gareth’s thicker and slightly shorter tongue, only made the griffon’s orgasm all the sweeter. He closed his eyes, swirling his tongue with Storm’s tongue as he gave into the sea of pleasure. Then, having had removed his long hippogriff length from Jasmine’s mouth, Storm pulled back from the sudden makeout session with his griffon mercenary friend and stood up tall on his hind legs as he grabbed his erect and saliva-covered length with his claw and began to jerk himself off in the direction of Jasmine and Gareth. The zebra femcolt was barely aware of everything going on, heavily blushing and panting as his dick twitched and bobbed with precum. While their female lovers were always shocked to see Gareth and Storm makeout during their threesomes, they didn’t really have to worry about Jasmine being surprised. After all, they doubted that any of these zebra studs were completely straight the moment they decided to sleep with Jasmine.

Gareth opened his eyes moments after Storm Surge parted their beaks, his hilted dick twitching inside the depths of Jasmine’s backdoor as he watched his hippogriff friend moments away from blowing his own load. While Storm could’ve busted his load down Jasmine’s throat like Gareth did, the hippogriff had a different preference to satisfy. Seeing Gareth’s bulky griffon body completely stuck inside Jasmine, a zebra femcolt whose purple eyes looked up at the hippogriff with pure excitement, Storm couldn’t think of a better pair of partners to blow his load on.

“Go ahead,” Jasmine slurred, fluttering his eyelashes. The eyeshadow was nearly gone in a smeared up mess, the once pristine lipstick a splash of colors all over his muzzle as he cum-drunkenly giggled. “Dirty me up even more~”

Storm Surge groaned, giving his length a final couple of strokes before the first spurt of hippogriff nut landed on Gareth’s face. While the dark gray and blue griffon didn’t expect the shot of load, it fortunately didn’t get in his eyes as it landed right in the middle of his eyes. Closing his eyes just in case, Gareth didn’t quite get to see the ropes also landing on the hilted Jasmine. Earlier the zebra femcolt was barely hanging onto consciousness, but seeing the reward spilling out of the hippogriff caused him to lurch forward as far as he could to taste the hippogriff seed properly. Having a rope of it land right on his muzzle and his tongue that was sticking out, Jasmine brought his tongue back into his mouth and shuddered with the taste. Salty like the sea, but still with the earthy musk that came from a land creature. Jasmine made a game of it, trying to catch as much of the seed as possible into his mouth even though some of it did land on Gareth. As horny as the zebra femcolt was, he didn’t want to be too selfish and not allow the stud knotting him to receive some of his best friend’s cum. Gareth didn’t try to catch the cum with his beak, having tasted it many times before and simply enjoying it landing on him as he shuddered from his best friend “marking” him the same as Jasmine was.

“Ah…yes~” Storm Surge sighed as he jerked off the rest of his load on the two, savoring the two vastly different reactions from Gareth’s not-so-subtle shudder to Jasmine’s attempts to drink up as much as possible. Eventually, Gareth was able to remove his knot from Jasmine’s ass, the dark gray and blue griffon watching with wonder in his green eyes as his own seed spilled out of the zebra twink’s ponut. Normally he was used to coming in a female partner’s pussy or with his own talon, so the novelty was enjoyable to say the least. Jasmine licked his lips, as well as using his hooves to clean up the rest of his face before grinning at Storm Surge.

“I’m going to…” Jasmine croaked before coughing up cum that was stuck in his throat, and Storm Surge quickly took the hint. Landing back on all fours, the hippogriff rushed towards the kitchen he was unfamiliar with as he got the nearest cup and filled it up with water before carrying it with one claw back to the zebra femcolt. Jasmine, with his smeared up face looking like a lewd canvas board, gave an open-mouth grin before taking the cup of water with his forehoof and gulping it down for a few seconds before giving the empty cup back to Storm. “Thank you, deepthroating two dicks will kind of make your throat sore…”

“It’s not a problem at all,” Storm turned around, facing his own ponut at Jasmine briefly before flickering the femcolt’s face gently with his red tail. “Now where’s this shower? Please tell me that you at least have one of those…”

“You make me sound like I live in a box,” Jasmine laughed. “And I might’ve exaggerated a little, there’s a shower stall and counter with a mirror in another room. It’s the door next to the bed we didn’t end up using…”

“Yet~” Gareth smacked the flower mark on Jasmine’s ass cheek before lowering the red silk back over his butt, covering his leaking ponut as he walked towards the door. “C’mon, just because we’re probably going to have more rounds, doesn’t mean we can’t wash off that makeup off your face.”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Jasmine nodded, his heart skipping a beat at the offer. It was always hit or miss, but the more openly comfortable guys whether they were gay or bi tended to be the ones that offered more deeper intimacy. Whether it was showers or even a date after, Jasmine could trust them to be kind after sex. Storm rushed ahead of the both of them, reaching for the doorhandle with his talon and opening the door for both his bird buddy and the zebra femcolt, they both smiled at him before entering the small shower room. The shower stall seemed big enough to fit the three of them, but barely enough. Gareth opened the shower stall, watching as Jasmine turned the warm water on before disrobing himself. Removing the red silk harem clothing from his chest and his lower body, he let the sex-smelling articles land on the ground before stepping inside. His long white mane clung to his face as he ears flattened against his mane, sighing deeply before he smiled from ear to ear. It was almost poetic to watch the messy eyeshadow and lipstick spill from the shower water and onto the floor, Gareth and Storm witnessing the makeup fall off Jasmine’s face before they themselves walked into the shower stall. Storm closed it behind him and looked down at Jasmine, barely being taller than the zebra femcolt. Gareth being the taller of the both of them, he reached over for the shampoo bottle on the attachment on the side of the shower stall before opening it with his talon. Squirting it onto his talon, he looked down at Jasmine before scrubbing the shampoo into his mane.

Without a doubt, Gareth was sure that the zebra femcolt wasn’t able to get his mane completely scrubbed without a pair of good talons or claws. So he took the time to gently rub the shampoo as deeply into Jasmine’s mane as possible while Storm Surge flew up to grab the soap bar and work on the zebra’s body. Jasmine closed his eyes, allowing the big bird studs to do their work on him while he got to relax. Even though it was a casual hookup, Jasmine knew he would miss their unique touch in the morning or whenever they left. Imagining what they would still do to him, Jasmine bit his lip as he felt blood rushing to his loins again…

“Are you…” Storm Surge’s deep blue eyes widened as he glanced down between Jasmine’s exposed hindlegs. “Are you already hard again?”

“Maybe?” Jasmine squeaked as he grinned, savoring the feeling of Gareth pausing completely in the shampoo scrubbing as he evidently overheard the zebra’s confession. “Well having the firm yet caring pairs of talons and claws working on me is going to turn me on! And you guys have barely used them, besides to hold my ass and grip my shoulders a little…”

“Well,” Gareth’s deep voice sent a shudder through Jasmine’s body as his shampoo-drenched talons moved down from the zebra femcolt’s long hair down to his lower back. “What were you having in mind instead?”

“Well, it's a bit of an ask,” Jasmine giggled, watching as Storm Surge took the soap bar and began washing off the rest of the stuff on his face whilst avoiding his purple eyes. “But I’ve heard from a zebra gal pal about a big griffon that full-nelson’d her when she made a business trip to Griffonstone. If you know what that position is…”

“Oh I’ve heard of it before~” Gareth snickered. “But after that, you’re going to ride Storm Surge. It’d be a tragedy if you had a threesome including a hippogriff, but didn’t experience his medial ring and knot inside that ass of yours…”

“You should’ve known that I planned just th-WOAH!” Jasmine yelped as Gareth grabbed the light zebra twink by the shoulders, lifting him up and standing on his hindlegs as the griffon had his own back against the shower stall wall. Adjusting Jasmine so his head was right underneath Gareth’s beak, the lighter twink’s striped legs held up with the griffon’s talons, the big lion-bird had the tip of his thick bitchbreaker once again pressed against Jasmine’s backdoor. The femcolt glanced down, essentially powerless in that position as he felt pure unfiltered excitement at being at the bigger griffon’s mercy. So many years before he discovered his own desires in the bedroom, Jasmine grew up being taught he had to be the dominant one being the one with a dick. But being treated like a mare, throwing away any sort of masculinity to those that could wield it better than him…freed the zebra twink of more stress than the two of the big bird creatures would know. Gareth glanced at Storm Surge, who eyed the two of them with a lick of his beak.

“I’m going to wash up, but you best believe I’ll be watching you two go at it~” Storm grinned, knowing that Gareth would become a voyeur on the next session of Jasmine bouncing up and down the hippogriff’s dick. Putting the soap bar back where it was as he took the shampoo bottle Gareth left on the floor, Storm Surge squirted a healthy amount onto his claw before running it through his bright red mane. While nothing beat sharing a partner with his best friend, Storm couldn’t pretend he didn’t enjoy the alternative of watching Gareth dominate somebody else in front of him. They were still sharing the experience, and Storm didn’t have to break a sweat fucking another hole, just slathering his mane as he watched Gareth slowly lower Jasmine onto his monstrous griffon cock. The zebra twink’s eyes shut and he brayed to the heavens with pure euphoria as the thick tip popped inside him once more. He was confident that he never had sex with another stallion nearly as thick as Gareth, and would likely search the sex shops for a griffon dildo in the following weeks. Maybe even a hippogriff one if Storm Surge was half as good.

“AHN! HAAAAAAH!” Jasmine cried out as more of Gareth’s dick slid inside him until only the knot was outside, then unlike the last fucking session, the griffon stud didn’t bother to take it slow. Gareth growled as he Jasmine’s hindlegs against his dark blue chest area while pumping his dick in and out of the whorish zebra femcolt. His fat balls swung up and down along with his cock pistoning in and out of Jasmine’s ponut. The pure lack of power and ability to just let go of the burning pleasure, got Jasmine completely hard all over again as his smaller length bobbed from side to side. His brain, while unable to think properly, was a warm fuzziness that spread throughout his body as he felt the pressure of thick griffon meat stretching out his backdoor. His sharp beak barely hovered over Jasmine’s face, and that only served to increase his arousal. The zebra femcolt suspected that maybe he was a bit of a slut, since he was already anticipating bouncing on hippogriff dick not an hour later. Those images playing out in his head only served to make the shower stall around him spin into gloriously lustful stars as he screamed like a whore. The vicious PLAP PLAP PLAP of a dick that shouldn’t even fit in his zebra ponut, along with Gareth moving his head so that his big beak was grazing the fur over Jasmine’s white and striped neck, was nearly breaking the zebra femcolt beyond the point of simple lust. Jasmine’s purple eyes turned into purple and pink hearts as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, with the zebra femcolt starting to moan louder even after Storm Surge smirked and left the shower to dry off.

“There you go, I better cum quick so we don’t leave him waiting too long…” Gareth encouraged Jasmine, and though the griffon stud was only referring to himself, the zebra was only moments away from having another orgasm. After a few minutes of the fucking, Jasmine brayed to the heavens when he felt Gareth’s knot pop inside once more. Edged from his orgasm, Jasmine was hornier than before as he felt the dark gray and blue griffon’s seed spilling for several seconds inside his roughed up backdoor before they laid on the shower floor…

After several minutes of waiting for Gareth to pull his knot out, followed by them washing off, Gareth and Jasmine walked out of the door and to the giant bed right next to them. Storm Surge helped himself, the sandy hippogriff already on the bed stroking off his darker length as his narrowed predatory eyes were on Jasmine. The zebra femcolt was unable to keep track of time, but was sure he had the smaller of the two birds of prey waiting for almost half an hour, if not more. And while Jasmine was growing addicted to the thickness of Gareth like the size queen he was, he’d be remiss if he didn’t experience the mind-blowing wonder of the medial ring and the knot. Especially with a length as long as Storm Surge’s dick.

Hopping onto his own bed, Jasmine crouched down beside the hippogriff and opened his mouth to inhale the first few inches up to the point of the medial ring. Greeted with the familiar yet fainter salty sea and earthy land flavors of Storm Surge, Jasmine moaned as he swirled his tongue in circles to truly enjoy the flavor. Storm chirped with a big smile on his beak, placing his claw on top of Jasmine's white mane as he gently pushed the femcolt’s head down further.

“There you go, that’s a very good mare~” Storm purred. “You just like when big guys and their fat cocks take control, don’t you? Makes your little femcolt brain feel a lot easier, hmm?”

“Mmmmph!” Jasmine wiggled his own tight little butt, assuming that Gareth was somewhere behind them watching the whole sight. While the griffon might be a more powerful partner in the bedroom, Storm Surge was certainly more attentive with his teasing words and making sure the femcolt was turned on as much as possible. The encouragement even made him try to hilt Storm Surge again, stopped by the hippogriff himself as he used his claw to slowly pull Jasmine’s mouth off his dick.

“That’s a very sweet gesture, but you already did that for me quite recently~” Storm giggled, staring from the zebra femcolt’s spittle all over his muzzle to his own glistening hippogriff length. “Plus, I want you to have enough energy to handle riding my cock. It’s quite a bit longer than Gareth’s, I can assure you.”

“Yes, Storm,” Jasmine panted, a tiny bit grateful for the break on his sore throat as he stood up on the bed and straddled Storm’s long dick. Having the middle of his dick pressed against Jasmine’s ponut, the zebra femcolt gasped as he rocked his ponut against Storm’s dick. Feeling the firm sensation of another guy’s length against his backdoor almost never failed to drive him mad, and so Jasmine only spent a few more seconds doing the dry humping before moving his butt so that his ponut was lined up with the tip of Storm Surge’s dick.

“Alright, deep breathes from you,” Storm snickered as he booped Jasmine’s muzzle with one of his digits. “You may think you’re ready for all this, but a little extra breathing won’t hurt…”

“Okay, yeah,” Jasmine gave a deep inhale till he felt the breath reach the top of his head, giving a few extra moments to keep the breath before giving a lengthy exhale. Two seconds into breathing out, Jasmine’s eyes shot wide open as he yowled again for all the nearby tenants to hear. Feeling the tip of Storm Surge entering his already battered backdoor, the sandy hippogriff readily slipped in his length up until the medial ring. The ring was snug against Jasmine's ponut, able to enter inside him at any moment. Jasmine got used to the feeling of dick inside him once again, he waited a few moments expectedly until Storm Surge giggled with a glint in his eye.

“I’m sorry, didn’t we agree that you were riding me?” Storm tilted his head, his hippogriff ears flickering as he kept his eyes on the zebra femcolt. “That means you’ve got to be putting in most of the work…”

“Oh!” Jasmine blushed as he bit his lip, pushing further against Storm Surge’s medial ring until with an expected yelp, the zebra femcolt felt the medial ring slip past his ponut and inside him. After a few more heart-thundering moments, the zebra femcolt successfully had more dick inside him from Storm than he had from Gareth. The pressure felt splitting in the best way possible, and after getting a couple more inches inside of him, Jasmine brayed to the heavens as pathetic spurts of his seed came out of his smaller length. Landing on Storm Surge, the hippogriff felt the watery seed fall onto his chest with a big grin on his beak, before placing his claws on Jasmine’s hips. Yes, he did say he intended for Jasmine to be doing most of the work, but that was before the needy femcolt came all over his chest. Storm growled, feeling hints of his griff instincts rising to the surface. Certainly nothing as intense as Gareth’s full griffon desires, but Storm Surge certainly loved to take charge here and there. Lifting Jasmine up until most of the hippogriff’s length was no longer in the femcolt’s clenching ponut, Storm grunted as he slammed Jasmine back down on most of his length. The zebra femcolt felt his p-spot getting battered as Storm repeated himself over and over again, progressively getting faster with each time he lowered Jasmine onto his own dick.

“Ahn! Fuck! Me!” Jasmine demanded, getting further aroused by both Storm Surge’s claws gripping his striped ass cheeks, as well as the hippogriff’s medial ring brushing against the walls of his backdoor. He could only imagine the burning pleasure of having the hippogriff’s knot lodged inside him on top of it all. Plus hearing Gareth’s grunts as he was presumably getting off to the show only added to his skyrocketing pleasure. And for Storm Surge? Storm was watching Jasmine drooling and moaning profanities as his stretched out ponut kept taking in so much hippogriff dick, while in the corner of his vision, the sandy hippogriff watched Gareth staring longingly at the two of them while using a talon to jerk off most of his thick cock. The fact that Storm couldn’t tell if Gareth was wanting to be put in his position or Jasmine's position more was what sent the hippogriff over the edge.

Yowling, Storm Surge slammed Jasmine down on the entirety of his dick. Medial ring, knot, and all. The fat hippogriff knot popped inside Jasmine, giving the zebra femcolt one of the most intense experiences of his life as he felt the medial ring and knot brushing against his insides. His p-spot battered by such a long length, Jasmine felt stars enter his vision as he shuddered deeply from the massive length and hot seed flooding his backdoor. Even after Storm Surge was still holding him, spent of the rest of the orgasm, Jasmine placed his forehooves on the hippogriff’s sticky chest as he barely held onto consciousness. After a few minutes, the knot came out of Jasmine’s ponut as Storm removed the entirety of his dick from the zebra femcolt. Jasmine, with nothing more to physically cling onto, collapsed onto Storm as he gave into the relieving darkness of sleep…

In his own room in the dead of night, Jasmine felt something prodding him awake. Not a hoof like he would normally expect, but a talon. His eyes flickering open, Jasmine’s body jolted as he stared into the familiar green eyes of the griffon that had fucked him hours before.

“Hey, we’re going out to get food, want to come with us?” Gareth smiled through his beak. “And if you want, we can go for a few more rounds of whatever. That’s not required for the free food though…”

“Really? Yeah, I’d like that,” Jasmine clambered out of his bed, seeing Storm Surge was already waiting at the front door. As the zebra femcolt stood in between Gareth and Storm, he whined as he felt the both of them lean behind him and grope his ass cheeks with their talons and claws. “H-Hey, no fair…”

“We never said anything about no groping,” Storm Surge laughed, before letting go of Jasmine’s ass to give Gareth a sharp smack on the ass. The dark gray and blue griffon yelped with a deep blush through his dark feathers before opening the door.

“L-Let’s just get on with getting something proper to eat…” Gareth protested, though Jasmine admired the dark blue furry ass that the griffon had as the three of them walked out with the zebra locking the door behind him. He was surprised to come across a pair of guys that were actually banging each other, most likely, and wondered what kind of antics the two bird studs got to when it was just the two of them…

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Back in Equestria, pulling a big wagon full of supplies such as their weapons and stuff for camping out, Gareth panted moving such a heavy weight while Storm Surge flew not too high up as he surveyed the terrain ahead of them. Staring ahead and seeing a spacious clearing at the end of the path they were on, Storm Surge glanced down at Gareth as he called out to him.

“Hey Gareth!” Storm shouted. “Let’s stop at the clearing up ahead for the night, tomorrow we can finish our journey to Canterlot.”

While there were plenty of trains to take them to Canterlot, the amount of stuff that the two bird dudes intended to bring required them to use their own form of transportation. And considering Storm’s far more lithe figure, that left the bulky griffon to pull everything with breaks here and there. The dark blue sky was already upon them, the twinkling stars and aching muscles reminding Gareth of how badly he wanted to stop pulling the heavy wagon. After another half hour of pulling the wagon, Gareth stopped at the clearing that Storm had flown ahead to. Smirking at Gareth, Storm watched as the dark gray and blue griffon groaned as he unhooked the wagon from his body, slumping onto the dirt and gasping for air.

“You…are setting up the tent,” Gareth groaned even though Storm Surge had already flown onto the wagon to start grabbing the supplies. Only for a sweet and clever hippogriff such as Storm would Gareth bother shouldering all the heavy work, and glancing over his shoulder to see the hippogriff teasingly swaying his small griff butt made it very much worth it. Storm flew back onto the ground with the tent as he began setting it up, while Gareth eventually scrambled onto all fours to grab the supplies to place into the tent once it was finished. Back when the two mercenaries were rookies, they had left all their supplies in their wagon and out in the open. That went about as well as they should’ve expected, waking up only to find that all their supplies were gone. This time, Gareth knew better as he carried the boxes of stuff into the tent where he and his buddy would be spending the night. And on top of that, both Gareth and Storm planned on doing a full inventory of their supplies before going to sleep and after waking up.

Each time Gareth entered the tent with another box or two of their weapons, he witnessed Storm Surge simply laying on the floor of the tent with a big smirk and a light blush.

“Why aren’t you helping?” Gareth asked. “You usually at least pretend you're pulling a fair share of boxes into the tent.”

“My mind is a little more…occupied with other stuff, that night with Jasmine sure was nice, wasn’t it?” Storm fluttered his eyelashes at Gareth, even though the big griffon had already turned around to get more stuff with a shrug. He wouldn’t say it to his best friend, but Gareth constantly fantasized about that particular night. Since their work was never done, Gareth and Storm Surge had remained constantly busy traveling or selling ever since. Getting the rest of the boxes from the wagon and placing them next to Storm, Gareth grabbed the nearest pillow and laid on it with a loud groan.

“You alright?” Storm asked.

“Yeah, just a long trip that I made,” Gareth rolled his eyes, though instead of hearing Storm Surge make fun of him, he felt the lithe hippogriff snicker as he climbed onto the buff bird-cat.

“Aww, you’re right,” Storm leaned forward, the hot breath from his beak tickling Gareth’s neck as he pressed his claws against his best friend’s rugged shoulders. “I’m sorry, I should be more sensitive about how much effort you give. Can I make it up to you and give you a massage before we check the inventory?”

“Oh Celestia, that would be amazing,” Gareth felt his headache subsiding, replaced with a longing warmth in his body to have someone else’s claws work the knots in his back. Sure enough, Storm Surge got to work and began to work on the tense parts of his back. Gareth slumped his head against the ground and sighed, closing his eyes and beginning to feel less tense with each movement his hippogriff friend made. After a few minutes of his mind fading into the sensation, he felt Storm crawl off his back and poke his face.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now,” Storm quipped. “You know that we still have to take inventory, right?”

“Oh, right,” Gareth shook his head as he got up and approached the boxes. Together, him and Storm Surge opened the boxes briefly to make sure they kept track of everything they brought in the wagon. As Gareth looked over his shoulder at Storm, who seemed quieter than usual, he blushed as he saw the hippogriff’s tail flagged. With his bright red tail flagged, Storm revealed his growing erection to Gareth and his ponut as well. Feeling heat flushed throughout his own body, Gareth started to think of a plan. Clearly neither of them had forgotten about that fateful night that their dry spells were briefly sated by that generously naughty femcolt, but Jasmine wasn’t with them to provide a pair of holes this time. Grunting as he turned around and walked up to Storm’s side, Gareth glanced down at him.

“Something tells me that we both keep thinking about Jasmine for a reason,” Gareth muttered. “Suppose you’re not just thinking about Jasmine from that night either…”

“Well, I did help with your tension~” Storm admitted, flickering his red tail against Gareth’s back before turning towards his best friend and fluttering his eyelashes at the big griffon. “Suppose if you were interested in helping me out, that would be wonderful…”

Before Gareth could ask for specifics, given that the two had switched positions for who gave and who received, Storm Surge jumped onto the box and sat his little hippogriff butt on it. Splaying his hind legs out and revealing his half-erect brown hippogriff length hardening before Gareth, Storm smirked down at the dark gray and blue griffon.

“Surely such a big griffon such as yourself wouldn’t mind servicing widdle ol’ me?” Storm snickered, grabbing his own dick with one claw as he stroked himself off while staring at Gareth. The two had engaged in nearly anything and everything with each other, and one of the acts that the hippogriff enjoyed the most was getting such a strong studly griffon such as Gareth to submit himself to the much smaller bird creature. Storm knew he didn’t have the body of a dom, but also knew that one could better dom with their mind if they put in the effort. There was a certain level of perverse joy in getting Gareth to slowly submit more and more as the night went on. And with Gareth’s bright green eyes glued onto Storm’s dick already, the hippogriff knew that it would be a lot easier than usual.

“I suppose I could help you out,” Gareth whispered, climbing halfway onto the closed box as he placed his giant talons on the corners of said box. Hovering his fat gray beak over Storm’s long yet thinner cock, Gareth breathed hot air onto him for a few moments until the hippogriff removed his own claw from his dick. No point in masturbating with another stud to take care of him, after all. Placing his claws at his side and leaning back a little, Storm Surge savored watching Gareth carefully placing his beak over the hippogriff’s balls without piercing them with the sharp edge of his beak. Opening his beak, Gareth’s thick tongue slid out as he began slathering Storm’s balls. It was one thing to have an easily submissive femcolt such as Jasmine do it without skipping a beat, but something about having the big grizzly Gareth slowly submitting caused Storm to shudder as his cock bobbed to its full erection. Gareth began sucking on each of Storm’s balls the best he could with a beak in the way, before pulling back and licking Storm’s dick from the base to the tip. When Gareth’s tongue grazed the medial ring, Storm gave a shaky moan as he stared into the griffon’s green eyes before he opened his beak wide at the tip. Gareth took a couple of deep breaths, before stretching his beak open even wider as he moved down onto Storm’s dick.

Storm stared in awe as Gareth took the first few inches of hippogriff dick down his throat, watching as the dark gray and blue griffon closed his eyes and breathed through his nostrils as he reached the medial ring. Storm watched as Gareth placed his big talon around the rest of the hippogriff’s dick before properly putting himself to work. Bobbing his beak up and down on the first half of Storm Surge’s cock while using his talon to jerk off the bottom half, Gareth only stopped to spit on his talon before returning to jerking the hippogriff off. Feeling both the warm mouth of his best friend and his eager talon moving up and down, Storm closed his eyes and bathed in the waves of pleasure that he didn’t expect at all. He was almost certain that Gareth wasn’t going to be interested in scratching the hippogriff’s dominant itch anytime soon, especially after railing the zebra femcolt as hard as he did, but Gareth did have a tendency of surprising Storm. The hippogriff gripped the box even harder with his claws as he began bucking his hips back and forth, squawking with excitement as he gave in to the pleasure Gareth was providing. As Storm suspected, he wasn’t going to be completely content with just a blowjob even if he did cum. Not with how many times the hippogriff caught himself ogling Gareth’s big griffon backside and remembering the distant feeling of his medial ring slipping inside. Of properly knotting the griffon and hearing Gareth’s deep-voiced and remarkably sexy moans as he caved to the hippogriff’s clever tricks.

Gareth kept jerking off his hippogriff friend, with the motions initially starting off as routine to help Storm Surge. But like every time before, his own submissive sins got the better of him as he whiffed Storm’s musk and tried to steady the movements of his talon from the hippogriff’s base to his medial ring. Most importantly, Gareth made sure not to have the sharp tip of his beak graze Storm’s sensitive length while still blowing him. The entire juggling act was not helped by Storm bucking his hips back and forth like a colt on prom night either, and Gareth didn’t realize just how excited Storm was at remembering their time with Jasmine, until the dark gray and blue griffon was caught off guard by the spurt of cum shooting into the back of his throat. Then another of Storm’s hot seed spurted into Gareth’s throat, and the griffon dropped his talon from his best friend’s dick as he surged forward and nearly hilted the beast in his mouth and throat. The sudden deepthroat caused Storm to lose his composure as he cried out for any passersby to hear, followed by another sudden jolt of jizz pouring into Gareth’s stomach before his orgasm continued at its normal pace. Gareth closed his eyes, focused deeply on remaining still and ignoring the ache from holding his beak so widely open until he felt Storm’s orgasm stop entirely.

“Oooooh yes, oh fuck,” Storm sighed with a deep shudder throughout his lithe body, watching as Gareth swiftly unsheathed his beak and throat from the hippogriff’s softening cock. “Thank you Gareth, that was beautiful. You do a wonderful job as always, my friend.”

“Thanks, Stormy,” Gareth blushed as the occasional term of endearment slipped out of his beak, what was with him? Briefly engaging with his submissive side, and he was already craving more? Coughing into his clenched talon, Gareth shook his head as he turned away from Storm Surge. “Um, we still got a few more boxes to check thoroughly…”

“Oh, right,” Storm giggled, blushing himself as he stood on the box before jumping off it. “Certainly would hate to keep this going, and fuck too many times to get a proper night’s sleep…”

Gareth felt his fur rise a little at Storm Surge’s suggestion, imagining all the ways that his much smaller yet much smarter friend could dominate the big griffon into a panting mess. He certainly felt like he proved himself to be a powerful dom during that fateful night with Jasmine, but that didn’t mean that Storm couldn’t switch up the dynamic and rail Gareth like he was a femcolt. The image of Gareth having his hindlegs pushed back towards his head while his clever friend plowed him, made him suddenly aware of his own thick cock between his legs. Waiting until Storm walked past him to another set of boxes in the spacious tent, snickering as he flicked his bright red tail against the big griff stud’s face, Gareth moved his head between his own forelegs and nearly bumped his beak against the fat tip of his full erection. Gareth could only imagine that his cock was rising to its stiff and full erection while he was getting lost in blowing his best friend, and felt slightly aroused at the fact that he didn’t quite care about his own orgasm during the blowjob. Pulling his head back out from underneath his chest, Gareth glanced at Storm humming softly while opening another box and surveying its contents. Pulling out various swords, shields, and other equipment briefly before sticking the merchandise back in, Storm gave his best friend a generous show of his own merchandise.

Having his long bright red tail moved to the side, Storm had his ponut and more importantly to Gareth in that moment, his balls and mostly flaccid cock visible to the big griffon. Gareth felt a bit sluttier than usual, feeling conscious of his own backdoor clenching away at nothing as he imagined Storm pounding out orgasm after orgasm in his own excitement. Waiting a few more moments to make sure Storm was continuing down the row of boxes without looking over his shoulder at what his friend was up to, Gareth licked his talon, lifted a foreleg, and quietly moved it behind his back until he hit the jackpot. Feeling a shiver from what he was about to sneakily to, definitely not wanting to get caught and definitely being discreet, Gareth held his breath as he felt two digits from his talon sink into his own backdoor.

Maybe if you ask nicely, he’ll fuck you like he fucked Jasmine that other night. Maybe he’ll rail you loud enough to get you to scream. All the locals can know there’s a slut getting his ass pounded without knowing exactly who it was. Would they assume it was the slightly flamboyant hippogriff with his quips? Or would they know it was the blushing gentle giant that barely says a word to them, because if he does, they’ll know what a sub he was the night before?

The two digits that Gareth slipped into his backdoor pistoned back and forth, with him even slipping a third in as he nearly had his whole talon inside. His digits were fortunately trimmed for such a lewd and spontaneous act, and Gareth covered his own talon with his lion tail should Storm glance at him. Though doing so was a moot attempt, because the hippogriff could still see his outstretched foreleg from many other angles. Probably if he looked at Gareth right where he was! He watched as Storm moved down the boxes, staring intently at them before glancing over his shoulder.

“Gareth, are you alright? You seemed to have gotten qui-oh my,” Storm Surge’s eyes widened as he brought a claw to his beak. “Eager to receive more, are we? What was it that did you in? Was it the fact that you were whiffing my musk, going down on my long cock, or just staring at my balls from behind?”

“Or…” Storm snickered as he turned around, abandoning the boxes entirely as he walked towards and stared up at the big griffon. “Was it that you wanted to take a backseat for a change? The big griffon wants to let go for a while, leave someone else in charge?”

“That would be n-nice,” Gareth blushed heavily now, the three digits that he was plunging back and forth into his backdoor had stopped entirely as he was waiting for Storm to act. Still, he didn’t pull out his talon as he enjoyed his backdoor clenching on his digits. Fucking all kinds of mares, femcolts, and Storm was all well and good, but the hippogriff was completely right in his assumptions. Gareth did want a break from that every once in a while, did want to be the one pursued and desired so passionately. Taking a deep breath, Gareth relaxed as he was staring into the deep smirk of his best friend’s face. He was lucky to have someone so close to do this with, and Gareth smiled as his shoulders relaxed. “What do you want me to do now?”

“Well, getting those digits out of your butt would be a great start,” Storm laughed, watching as Gareth pulled out from touching himself as he brought his foreleg back to his side. “And considering what I just caught you doing, it seems that you’re plenty prepared to take me inside. Just what position should I start with…?”

“Um-”

“I’m deciding,” Storm giggled. “Last time I checked, you wanted to take a backseat for someone else to call the shots, right?”

“Yes, Storm,” Gareth nodded, his thick griffon cock slapping against his belly as he awaited what his best friend had in store for the both of them. Storm placed his own claw over his beak as he contemplated what he wanted to do for a few more moments. Gareth stared back at him, nervous if he’d perform half as effectively as Jasmine, and yet excited at the idea of performing in his own unique way. Storm licked his own beak as he smirked deeply with his increasingly dominant lust.

“I would like you to lay out on the tent floor, try to hold your lion paws with your talons as best you can,” Storm explained. “You already know what to expect, Gareth. So unless you’re ready for your best friend to pound your birdy butt in every position possible, I suggest you back out now~”

Gareth was almost tempted to challenge the snarky hippogriff back, to laugh and say that there was no way the much smaller stud could truly dominate him. But they both knew that would be a lie, and his normally thick bitchbreaker would be reduced to a useless bobbing appendage while Storm railed him into a cumming mess. So instead he quietly laid on his back, taking deep breaths and feeling his empty backdoor clenching away at nothing. His wings stretched out from his back as they also rested comfortably on the floor, extending his hindlegs closer to his face so that he could grab his lion paws with his talons and hold them in place so that he was spread eagle for his best friend. Storm stood there, feeling his cock getting completely hard at the lewd sight that Gareth put on for him. He had fully expected Gareth to be fantasizing about their last threesome just like he was, but seeing the big burly griffon wanting to be in Jasmine’s place was beyond a surprise. Though Storm Surge took the surprise plans like a seapony took to the water, as he trotted up to Gareth and groped the griffon’s blue furry cheeks with his claws. Staring at Gareth’s puckering backdoor and fat balls was a delight that tempted him enough beyond the point of foreplay. The needy griffon had to be claimed beyond the point of thinking, so Storm slipped his forelegs past Gareth’s raised hindlegs, lining up his erect hippogriff cock’s tip to his best friend’s backdoor. Storm stared into Gareth’s eyes, drinking in the griffon’s quiet and all-to-telling deep red blush, before leaning closer and exhaling his hot breath on the big bird’s face.

“Ready?” Storm snickered, his expression and his voice dripping with well-deserved smugness, and that was the start of Gareth’s undoing. His unfolding desire for submissiveness to the clever Storm Surge, the losing battle to try and pretend that he didn’t want to experience what it was like for Jasmine. To be completely used and subservient to the dom in charge, such a beautiful way to lose control and give yourself completely to another even if purely for lust. There was never an easier question to answer, and a better partner to trust in that moment, as Gareth nodded his head and felt Storm try and penetrate him right from the get go. The two had enough carnal moments of pleasure to not need to make sure they knew what the other liked, if they were going too hard or too soft. Storm knew damn well that it wasn’t a time to be slow or coy, not with Gareth as hard as a brick with his hole already briefly played with. With an additional burst of effort in his push, Storm groaned with extra pleasure as he felt himself pop the tip of his cock inside Gareth and properly penetrated the griffon’s tush.

“Oh great Celestia~” Gareth whispered, already feeling his hindlegs quivering from the act of stretching them and getting penetrated at the same time. Staring at Storm’s smug beak and hungry stare as he pushed another couple inches inside hardly helped, causing Gareth to moan a bit louder. His voice felt different, very much so from the strong griffon stud that got the zebra femcolt in a full nelson pounding his ponut. His voice felt like it was weakening as he was caving both his body and mind to what Storm Surge wanted. Even if Gareth was the stronger one by a big margin, he knew that his smaller hippogriff friend had the cunning nature to pull all the sexual strings if he wanted to. And he currently was, almost about to push his medial ring inside of the big griffon. Gareth closed his eyes, taking deep breaths with it having been a while since he was the receiver of a stud. He was washed with hot warm pleasure, slowly but surely giving up his idea of what a griffon was supposed to be and accepting what it meant to be Gareth.

Then, with a little more additional pressure, Storm Surge’s medial ring popped inside Gareth’s tight and recently unused backdoor up until now. Having gone a while without the hippogriff topping him, Gareth’s asshole had gradually returned to its tight and untrained state, though he knew that Storm was going to quickly fix that with the crash course in receiving over the course of the night. Gareth could only imagine how maddening it would be to soon have Storm’s medial ring inside him as well as the hippogriff’s fat knot, and that desire wasn’t even acknowledging the near foot of hippogriff cock that would be plunging his insides over and over again.

“Train my hole,” Gareth groaned, watching as Storm slipped out his medial ring and the rest of his cock except the tip, which remained in the panting griffon’s clenching backdoor until Storm swiftly honored his best friend’s request. Slamming most of his length back inside, Storm savored the needy twitch in Gareth’s widened eyes before sinking another inch inside his griffon friend. The thrusts, while swift, had a few seconds in between each one to adjust Gareth to the sensation of bottoming all over again. Plus, Storm savored the sight of Gareth’s fully erect cock bobbing back and forth as he moaned with each thrust. If the big dark gray and blue griffon was already losing it from the feeling of gentle thrusts, Storm could only imagine how loud he would get from getting the cum fucked out of him.

“Feel your hole trained enough for the harder part?” Storm giggled at his wordplay, still rocking his hips back and forth as he watched Gareth’s needy face with a deep blush.

“Y-Yes, please, more!” Gareth squawked, clamping his beak shut after raising his voice loud enough for any passerby to hear. And his own unused cock spilled a bit of pre-cum at his lewd blunder, his stretched out hindlegs trembled as Storm’s tip remained still in his backdoor till the hippogriff slammed most of his length back in. Gareth originally thought that his dear friend was going to return to the same pace as normal. But that wasn’t what happened, Gareth should’ve known that for all of Storm’s teasing, the hippogriff meant what he said most of the time. Storm began pulling out and thrust back in but even faster than before, plapping the griffon’s tush with vigor and grunts as he caved to his lust just the same as Gareth. The dark gray and blue griffon closed his eyes, feeling the hard thickness of his best friend’s long cock moving back and forth with the intense pressure that grew more in his backdoor. The p-spot, a part of Gareth’s backdoor that had been long neglected from his time as a dom, was being unexpectedly battered over and over again as he surrendered himself to Storm’s plans for him. He was a hole for Storm’s pleasure, a mushy brain for the hippogriff to meld to his liking, and at least for the night, Gareth didn’t want it any other way. How else would he go on to be an effective dom if he didn’t know how it felt to receive and what worked for the sub?

“You’re not squawking and cumming all over yourself,” Storm shook his head, still jackhammering as he scowled down at Gareth. “You think you’re some hot shot, better at domming than me, don't you? I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll wake me up every morning blowing my dick, don’t think that I won’t!”

Storm growled as he closed his eyes, shutting up entirely from his normal cunning quips and stinging teases, pressing his claws further against the tent floor as he savagely bucked his hips back and forth with gasps and pants. The smaller hippogriff may’ve not been built to be a dom to such a bigger creature, but his words and following through on them delivered a devastating effect to the big griffon. Gareth threw his head back, his normally deep voice raised by several octaves as he shuddered and briefly released his lion paws from his talons as he squawked to the sky and came. A hot shot of white seed spurted on his own chest, his stomach, and a particular lengthy one hit him right in the face while his eyes closed. Cumming all over himself without Storm stopping caused Gareth to be further turned on by the dicking that he was so relentlessly receiving. Two extra spurts of his own cum landed on his own body before his orgasm stopped, though the carnal attack on his p-spot didn’t relent in the slightest. Gareth almost thought he was going to have a second orgasm right off the bat when the peaked arousal subsided a little, though he couldn’t think clearly anymore because Storm wouldn’t quit in his sudden spike of rut-lust. In a sandy brown and red blur, Storm Surge pistoned his long hippogriff cock in and out of Gareth’s progressively more stretched out backdoor.

“Nnngh!” Storm growled as he felt himself getting faster towards a release with the more his greedily took his best friend’s tush over and over again, blushing just as hard as Gareth was at being allowed to fuck the griffon so hard and fast. Having missed the feeling of Jasmine’s ponut clenching on his dick, Storm felt like they weren’t going to get much sleep with how many loads of hippogriff seed he wanted to get inside his friend’s ass. Gareth’s gruff attitude, melting away to deep moans and squawks, shifted to something else entirely. Something that the smaller hippogriff didn’t expect, as Gareth attempted to be more whorish than he actually was. Watching the proud and normally stoic big griffon stud’s eyes roll to the back of his head, while moving his talons off his lion paws, Storm’s thrusts slightly slowed down as he watched Gareth attempt a flexible maneuver. Getting his talons on his furry ass cheeks, pulling them apart to further stretch out his backdoor, Gareth’s beak opened as drool slipped out of his mouth.

“Fuck me!” Gareth cried out, his deep voice broken by his own transforming sluttiness, giving into Storm in both body and mind. Storm squawked as his thrusts returned to their fiery and unrelenting state, taking in the bigger griff’s loss of composure till he wasn’t even acting with any dignity anymore. No semblance of having been a dom, and the broken state of Gareth’s need was what broke Storm’s mind as well. There was nothing else but the desire of Storm claiming Gareth over and over again, and he nearly reached his orgasm as he imagined taking his much bigger friend in front of the mares and femcolts that they fucked in the future. Degrading the big griffon so that even in the company of others, Gareth knew his place.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” Storm gasped. “You’d love to be plowed in front of mares wouldn’t you?! While one is riding you, I can slam my cock into you! You wouldn’t know if you’re blowing your load because of the mare or because of me!”

“Yes, Storm Surge!” Gareth squawked, his stretched out wings at his sides flapping up and down as his pupils shrunk with the piercing excitement that rang throughout his body at the thought. He could be utterly dominated by the smaller hippogriff stud while the mare bounced up and down on his cock, though they would need to pick out a mare that was more understanding of that kind of situation. They were barely able to get away with making out with the many straight mares that they had threesomes with, especially since some of them found it hot. But fucking each other while fucking the mare would require a mare that was more open-minded, and didn’t get pissed off at the two paying so much attention to each. Those were plans to make the next morning, preferably after they got all their work done in Canterlot, but Storm’s plan was to further break in the griffon. He was reaching his breaking point as Gareth squawked loudly, attempting to twerk his furry cheeks as he begged. “Fucking fill me up, blow your load inside of me and then fuck your own cum out of me again!”

Hearing Gareth’s loud and thunderous voice wilting away into the metaphorical chains of submission, speaking merely what his lust wanted as opposed to actually using his brain, brought Storm Surge to his breaking point. Moving forward, inches of his hippogriff dick including the medial ring slipping back into Gareth’s backdoor, Storm snarled as he managed to pop his fat hippogriff knot inside of the dark gray and blue griffon’s backdoor. Being completely hilted inside of Gareth, medial ring/knot and all, Storm savored the satisfied gasp of the big griffon as he came rope after rope of his seed into the griffon’s backdoor. Gareth’s wide eyes faded out into a half-lidded twitch as he barely managed to stay consciously awake. His hindlegs had long since fallen back on the floor as he panted from the harsh fucking, still feeling Storm’s entire length inside him. He savored the few moments he would get of having Storm’s hippogriff dick inside, from the bumpy ring in the middle to the fat knot that was barely inside his backdoor. He was super lucky to have such a like-minded best friend, one that was also bisexual and understood his desire both to fuck and be fucked.

Though as Storm managed to slip his entire dick out of Gareth’s backdoor, the hippogriff took a step back and patted his best friend’s butt. Then, Storm turned around and left for a moment, returning with a bottle of water.

“Alright, Gareth, drink up and take your deep breaths,” Storm snickered as he further gave into the role of giving orders, smirking wider as he watched the big griffon quickly scramble onto all fours as he grabbed the water bottle with his talon and ripped the top off with his big beak. While Gareth was still chugging the entire water bottle’s contents, Storm giggled at the bigger bird’s still erect and twitching wings from their fucking session. On top of that, with Gareth’s head turned up and his eyes closed as he focused on chugging the water, Storm took the opportunity to lower his head and glance in between the griffon’s hindlegs. With his griffon cock still as hard as a brick, likely because Gareth was about to have a second orgasm and just didn’t get to by the time the clever hippogriff had hilted him and blown his own load. After a few more moments, Gareth threw the empty water bottle and took a gasping breath. Storm then glanced at the griffon’s big gray talons, starting to miss them gripping his thinner yet longer hippogriff cock.

“Hey big boy, you may be hard and ready to pop, but I just came,” Storm explained as Gareth’s eyes refocused on him with their deep lust and profuse blushing on his cheeks. He could tell his bigger best friend was in a state to do whatever Storm Surge had asked, and the smaller hippogriff patted Gareth’s head as he then turned to the side and cocked one leg up. Displaying his softening length to Gareth, Storm batted his eyelashes as the griffon. “Be a dear and use those big talons of yours to get me hard again~? Then you can get in an easier position this time, resting your forelegs on that box over there while I take that ass of yours doggy style~”

Gareth stumbled over to Storm Surge in his cum-drunkenness, both from having came and from having his best friend cum inside of him. But he had no hesitation or subtlety in his mind now, as Gareth spat a lot of saliva onto his big talon before stroking off his best friend. Storm lowered his cocked up leg, returning to standing on all fours as he closed his eyes and happily hummed to Gareth so easily serving him. It was extraordinarily easy to be big and strong, and dominate your partners with your Celestia-given strength into drooling messes. But to be as lithe as he was, and still dominate his partner into a squawking mess that cums all over themselves? Well, that was priceless, and whether it was with Gareth or another partner they found, Storm looked forward to fucking the cum out of a eager submissive again~

And as Gareth stroked Storm Surge to his full erection, then lumbering over to the nearest box and resting his forelegs on it as he teased the hippogriff with his twerking griffon ass, Storm knew that he would get to experience that eager submissive again. Opening his wings and flying over Gareth, the hippogriff placed his claws over Gareth’s big ass cheeks before lining up the tip of his cock to the griffon’s stretched out backdoor. Couldn’t hurt to get a bit more practice, right?

Then, he penetrated the big dark gray and blue griffon as Gareth took advantage of having half his weight on the box, moaning loudly as Storm took him from behind. Even though he didn’t have a lot of lube, save for the bit of saliva that he put in there, the slight amount of pain mixing with the pleasure did wonders for him and his fully erect cock. He knew that Storm was likely to edge him this time, evoke more loud squawks as he further succumbed to the delicious pleasure of his hippogriff best friend fucking the cum out of him.

And for that night, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way…

Birds of Prey and Play

by Omegathyst

Stuffing the Zebra Twink

Small Griff on Big Griff Action