> To Hook Up with a (Crazy) Fan Girl > by Teofilo > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Crazy Girl, Crazier Results > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Griffoneria. A robust, sprawling, blue-collar town with a criminally underrated night scene. Not a small town but not big enough to really call itself a major city. Or at least, that’s what the mayor and all the town kiss-asses tell visiting ponies, dragons or even other griffins, who are notoriously difficult to impress. But that didn’t stop the town, which was situated in the mountains and perched up overseeing a long and vast jungle that spanned over the horizon. The tallest points of the town even peered over the clouds. It was every photographers’ dream to take in these views… Yet, for this week, it was much different. A new convention had come to town: Nerdbirds 20XX. The Inaugural Year. A convention dedicated to just about any and every movie franchise, live-action and animated. Actors and writers from all over, but more heavily focused on griffins. It was a big enough deal that any griffin with a nerdy bone in their body were compelled to travel from as far out as the northern lands and from other continents to experience this new convention. The first day had gone off without a hitch. Everything that could go right, went right. At least for the day portion of the convention. But now came the after-dark hours, and advertisements on boards spoke of getting the best cocktails and drinks. It was here a gray-lion-bodied, white-and-purple feathered gryphon with a gray beard had been making his way out of the vendor halls and flying up to the 3rd floor. Having already shared a couple drinks with his friends he was rooming with, he was already a little tipsy as he made for room 328. “8 bits for a beer? Oh wow, what a deal,” The gryphon quietly grumbled as he paid for his drink and made for the couch. “I could have sworn the ad said the first beer was free…” “For the first 10 that show up,” A female voice said from beside him. he nearly spilled his beer in surprise. Not having anticipated that he would have company with him as he looked over and saw her. A light grayish, white and blue griffoness stood hunched over the couch. Without even really meaning to, her rather busty chest was right in the bearded face of the gryphon, causing him to reactively look away with a blush. His night had barely started and he was not off to the best start, he had to admit. “Y-Yeah, well, they should have put it in bigger text, in my opinion,” he let out another grumble. “Whatever you say, Jamesy,” The griffoness made her way around, plopping a seat right next to him. She threw her head back and gulped down whatever was in that red cup of hers. Jamesy was a bit taken aback by how forward this gryphoness was. While the convention had treated him well, it still felt a bit unnatural for him to have such nice company, even more rare was it for it to be a lady griffin. Though, the back of his brain that was much more cynical than the rest figured she wanted something out of him, but he was still figuring out what her angle was. He looked down at her name badge, having to squint a little as the dark room was lit by either the door opening or the flashes of light in the party-room. Worst yet, music started blaring out, which would have been nice much earlier. Nevertheless, after a brief-yet-awkward pause, he noticed her username: AGryphNamedErica01. A typical username, but one that seemed vaguely familiar to him. He put his talon fingers up to his chin. “Hmm, why do I know your username? You… No, that couldn’t… Unless you follow…” Jamesy started to put his thoughts together but before he could, Erica spoke. “IamJamesy, your channel, yes? You’re the griffon who does all those movie recap and reviews, yeah?” The griffoness said, already knowing the answer. “I am a huge fan of your reviews. I’ve watched all your videos, your ask-blog. Hell, I think I’m the one who asks most of the questions!” She said while giggling. “To say the least, I admire you,” For Jamesy, this was the first time ever he was recognized in the wild for his small but dedicated movie review channel. He had only a couple thousand followers, nothing to sneeze at but hardly a household name. “Y-yeah! That would be me! So you know what kind of stuff I post?” “Mmm, but of course. I binge watch a lot of movies in my free time and I just like listening to reviews. There’s just something oddly satisfying listening to a movie reviewer tear a director a new one. I mean, M. Neigh Shama-whatever seems to be one of those pony directors you hate, right?” Jamesy’s perked up as that director known for his cringey twists was brought up. “Oh Celestia, I could literally talk to you all night about it if you let me. But I don’t want to just monologue about me, I want to know more about you,” Jamesy got closer to the griffon who was now sitting up on the couch’s armrest. He looked up at her, her two blue streaks of feathers that ran across the top of her head, those white markings across her legs and arms that naturally made it look like she was wearing sleeves and long stockings. Her hands on her crotch made him get a better look at what exactly she was wearing. She was in a really short blue skirt and a white crop-top. Try as he did to not look, his eyes inevitably did catch glimpses of what was under that skirt. And there were no clear signs of panties, but he couldn’t rule out- Oh gosh, when had the two of them gotten so close together? Maybe it was when the music started blaring that he had to get closer to hear her. In any case, it started to awaken something in him. That deeper, primal area of his brain that everyone in Equestria had. Those naughty inner desires.How could he help it? She was just so pretty AND she was a fan of his reviews? And he could feel those pink paw pads occasionally rub against his leg. If he didn’t know any better, he’d argue she was doing it on purpose, but she looked too sweet and innocent to be so bold as to want to do something very direct in public. “I know so much about you, I want you to know more about me,” She said in a slightly suspicious tone. Something about how she was wanting to be all over him, it made him wonder, perhaps cynically so, that she had an ulter- Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was the room party’s host, a zebra-hippogriff hybrid. “Yo yo, I wanna be generous and since there weren't as many folks as I thought, would you and your girl like a free Long Island?” Jamesy couldn’t blush harder if he tried. “S-she’s not my girlfriend… and if you’re offering them for free, sure!” “What was that about girlfriend?” Erica asked, causing Jamesy to get even more flustered and look away. “Guess the guy is just making assumptions! Haha! He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Jamesy giggled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and making a soothing motion. Erica also made a soothing motion on his leg, those paws of her moving dangerously close to his ever-stiffening jewels. It was getting harder and harder for Jamesy to hide he was a little more into Erica than just being a creator to his fans. A lot more into her, as she crossed her legs, giving him a very brief look at the fact that she had probably the thinnest pair of panties he had ever seen before. He was forced to cross his own legs, trying his damndest to hide the tent he was pitching. “Hey, here’s your guys’ drinks. On the house,” Jamesy turned around to see a cup be handed to the both of them. The impromptu couple gave their thanks. Erica matched her cup to his carefully. “To us dating- Oh, I mean, our new friendship,” “Y-yeah! N-new fr-friendship,” mumbled the gray male griffon. The two of them would take a long swig of the drink. It was far stronger than he imagined. “Wow, that really packs a punch,” Erica grabbed her beak, a slight wretch escaped her. “Yeah, my whole chest is burning from that. I’m almost too scared to drink all that…” the words from Jamesy’s beak were definitely slurred. He did want to chicken out but then he saw Erica gulp down the rest. Struggling for a split second but eventually got the alcohol somewhat under her control. He did not want to pass up this opportunity to match her and despite his better judgment, he gulped down the strong cocktail… giving a strong wretch as he definitely was not a fan of it. The male griffon grabbed his beak. He shook his head, he did not like that cocktail at all. And to make matters worse, the drink was so strong that it hit his mind like a freight train. If he was struggling staying conscious before, now the liquor was really taking over. “I think we can both agree, the drinks here are kinda ass. Wanna come back to my place? I live just a few blocks from here,” Erica used a free paw to make Jamesy focus his eyes upon her. She was really being forward with him and that was driving him mad with lust… And yet, there was a little part of him, the less-than-optimistic side, a voice of doubt, which grew suspicious about how she wanted him to go home with her for the night. It all seemed too good to be true. Was it really a good idea to go back home with the girl he just met? He could spend all night trying to talk himself out of it. Let reason guide the way. But as he put his hand upon her paws and up her legs, getting a good feel for those strong muscles, he pushed aside any better judgment as he went in for a kiss upon her paws… Right in front of everyone at the party, which was very unlike him. Oh well, he could just blame it on the drinks. When had he started laying on the couch? When had Erica started looking down at him, flustered and aroused? He felt too good to really care about those small details and he got up, being taken by the hand by Erica. The two of them left the hotel bar and eventually, the hotel all together. The walk was relatively short. Eight minutes walking through the town of Griffoneria. The temperate air, the cool breeze in his feathers. His heart raced at the idea of what was about to happen next. Was she thinking about that? Would they really go all the way? “Here we are~” She said with a sing-songy tone. “Take a seat on the couch and make yourself comfortable. I will go get us some refreshments,” It was like a pony had possessed a griffon. If this was an act, it was a convincing one at that. He thought he met some really nice griffons at the convention, but she was something different. She liked the stuff he did, she wanted to talk to him, she could hold her own in drinking, she was nice and caring- “What’s a little bit more wine? They say it’s good for the heart,” Erica had sauntered back with two glasses, filled up with a fair bit of red wine. “So healthy, yeah, just keep layering on the alcohol” the bearded griffon rolled his eyes. A chuckle escaped his beak as he laid back into the sofa. Erica was now standing before him. A blush on her face as she handed the glass to him. “Gracias,” Jamesy said as he took the glass from her hands. The two clinked their glasses together before they took a sip. The clumsy bearded griffon spilled a little onto his black button-up shirt. Jamesy gave an irritated groan as he finished off the glass of wine. Putting down the glass on the table, he felt Erica climb on top of him, her knees just narrowly missing his balls. She straddled him, grabbed his t-shirt with furious claws and ripped it open making the buttons spring in different directions. He wouldn’t admit but this made him grow tighter in his pants, something she definitely felt. He stared into those bright pink irises of her. That beak that seemed to move in closer, and closer, until the two of them had locked beaks. Their tongues coming into contact as a soft moan escaped from Erica’s mouth. The two were locked in a kiss for what felt like days. Jamesy getting a taste of that alcohol-soaked tongue of Erica’s. The two of them put their hands on each other, starting on the head, slowly working their way down, Jamesy would feel right upon Erica's Bosom. Getting a feel for those soft C-cups beneath that thin shirt. Their bodies shared into each other’s heat as Erica began to undo his belt. Finally, the two separated and looked at each other. Jamesy’s hands were now right down at Erica’s thighs. He could feel how soft yet strong they were. Erica was blushing furiously right at this point, and definitely looked drunk as she swayed a little on top of him. He was the same , as his hands went up touch upon where her panties should be, he noticed that her panties didn’t have straps. Her bare hips had him turn solid as a rock, but there was a hesitance in him. One he thought he buried earlier but a nagging feeling as Erica turned her head at him curiously. “Something wrong?” She queried. “No, I just wasn’t thinking I’d be laying someone as gorgeous as you. It just feels too good to be true, like, way too good to be true,” he confessed. “The fact you know about me and you’re a fan of the things I do… I never really saw myself banging a fan, y’know? It makes me feel like I’m taking advantage of you while you’re drunk, and that’s not right,” He gave a sigh, his own words were starting to talk him out of it. Right as he started to squirm his way out from under her,he locked his eyes with hers, Erica was giving him a death glare. “....you’re kidding, right? You’re not actually going to pussy out like that, right?” A new tone from her, one far from the friendly bird from earlier. “Excuse me, it’s not pussying out. I’m just trying to make the safe decision for the both of us,” He was now a little irritated by her insult but also felt like she had a valid reason. After all, he did lead her on. “...Fine. Could you at least spend the night here? Is that too much to ask?” She asked with folded arms. Her beak scrunched up, a low growl in her voice. “Yes, but I think I’ll sleep here, if that’s okay with you?” Jamesy proceeded to get up and remove his shirt. As if on queue, Erica threw him a blanket and a pillow. He saw it in her demeanor and by the way she moved that she was very disappointed. “Good night. We’ll talk tomorrow,” Is all she could muster to say before making for her room. Slamming the door hard. Jamesy had some regret as he made himself comfortable. Stripping into only his boxers, he laid upon the couch, and stared into the ceiling. But as bad as that was, it couldn’t have gone worse, right? The Next Day A soft moan, the ambient sound of the bustling town outside the window of the apartment. Griffons moving in all directions, flying around, heading to work or school or the convention. A morning that would have been as mundane and uneventful as they came. Maybe it was because of all the teasing last night, but he just couldn’t stop having this dream that Erica was riding him raw. It had been a long time since he well and truly had a wet dream, much less one that felt so real. It was like those wet walls of hers were clamping onto his cock, threatening to milk him and make him cum inside her. Even more, he could hear her. Telling him to shoot his seed inside so they could raise fledglings together. And yet, in his dream, he became more and more aware of it. His body slowly came back to his senses. Was he lucid dreaming? Wait… Wait a second… …no. He could feel a strong pressure on his pelvic bone and thighs. A slapping feeling on his balls. But most important of all, it was the feeling on his cock. The feeling of her walls.the sensation was unmistakable. Too unmistakable. No, it really was. Awake and alertness started to come back to the white and gray griffon. A moan escaped his beak along with all that pent up pleasure. Jamesy’s eyes finally opened and he saw… H-he saw- A sharp gasp escaped Jamesy’s mouth. A mix of shock, horror and pleasure. The dream? It. Was. Real. Erica didn’t stop to say hello or acknowledge the male griffon she was taking advantage of. Her breasts flopped around in the air. It appeared she was covering her beak to make as little noise as possible, but moans and squeals of pleasure could be heard. Jamesy didn’t know how to answer. I mean, there was that part deep down in him that wanted it but, like this? And without any protection? And was that stuff he dreamed about? Them having fledglings together? Was that real? His mind had so many questions and he didn’t even have a second to process it. He could only blame himself for the mixed signals. He did feel a level of disgust, but try as he might to be outraged, the pleasure building up in his lower region made it almost impossible to think about anything besides sweet sexual relief. “G-G-Good morning, my love,” she proclaimed, seeing him awake. “A-ah! Oh! Mmmnnn! S-s-so good! K-knot me! I-I-I just want your s-seed!” Jamesy couldn’t make her stop, even if he tried. He was in turmoil about it all. What thing could he possibly say to even acknowledge the situation? She was slamming down full force on his cock. Threatening to push his knot into that pussy of hers. Getting ever so close to getting it inside and sealing the deal but for whatever reason just couldn’t bring herself to knot all the way. “Oh gosh, Jamesy, please! I’ve come so many times already! Please! Put your seed in me and make me a mother!” She begged him. The look in her eyes, the way they stared at him so dilated and focused on him, it aroused him more than it scared him. his body was at the point of climax and he was left with no other choice . He reached his hands to her sides, and despite all his better judgment, he pressed her all the way down with as much strength as he could muster before- POP. The two of them moaned in unison. Jamesy’s much needed sexual relief finally came, even if it wasn’t fully how he imagined it to go, his knotted cock shooting shot after shot of his warm seed deep into her womb. Erica laid over Jamesy, and locked beaks with Jamesy, something he didn’t reciprocate. The two would lay there together, in each other’s arms, riding out the highs of their orgasms together. Erica was ravenously pushing her tongue into his beak, as he reflexively embraced her tighter. Maybe out of a feeling of abandonment, maybe because he just needed to hug the griffon he just filled with his seed. . Not a word being said, besides the sounds of their two sexes grinding up on one another. Eventually, after his knot shrunk, she was no longer anchored onto him and he slipped out. Cum squirted then dripped from her well-fucked cunt. Jamesy felt their orgasms paint his whole crotch. “Y-yes… Yes! YES! YES YES YES!” Erica spoke quietly at first, and slowly a more demented tone in her voice made itself known to him. It seemed her true colors were finally starting to show. “...Okay, you had your fun. I’m gonna go wash up and uh, head back to the convention,” He rubbed his shoulder in a soothing motion. He definitely was not wanting to deal with her any fu- “Mmm, and what? Ghost me and pretend like none of this ever happened? Oh Jamesy, did you think I was saying all that stuff about you making me a mother earlier just for dirty talk?” She was sitting over him, though his cock was out of her, he couldn’t make her budge as she grabbed his arms and pinned him. His heart raced fast, his breath trembled. He looked up at her with an uneasy frown and a blush on his face. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “...Hmm, you always said you hated telling and not showing. How about you take a look to your right, and tell me what that little bottle says?” James’ eyes focused to the right of him. It took him a second but once his vision was on it, he read it out. “‘OvulationX2, F-Fertility potion?’” A smug grin on Erica’s face said it all. “200% Effectivity rate,” She giggled. His jaw dropped and his heart sunk. Not only did she make him have sex with her but now she was forcing him to become a dad. He couldn’t even describe this feeling, all the emotions and fears of the future that was coming ahead. It was all so… deranged! But… something about this deranged situation was awakening something in him. Something he never really felt before. Try as he might to hate her and the situation she put them in, there was that little voice in him that couldn’t hate this- No - that looked at this situation with excitement and wonder. Was he crazy too? Or was it just the post-orgasm relief? He couldn’t even figure it out himself. He was already this far in, so the next words that came out of his mouth would determine so much for the future. It took him a moment to really consider what he was going to do and say. But nothing could prepare neither him nor her for what came next: “...Would you be opposed to keeping things open?” He smugly asked. “H-huh?” Erica pulled away from him. She blinked a lot while shaking her head. This answer was not one she expected. With Erica now off of him, Jamesy stood up and wiped himself off. Finally getting to stretch himself after being on that couch for Celestia-knows-how-long. “I mean we’ve just met and I don’t want to fully commit yet,” Jamesy pressed her, a teasing tone to his voice. She could see she was not happy with him. Yet he wanted to press the matter further to see how she’d react. “Don’t you want to make me happy? Then let me get with other girls, knock those girls up too while I’m at it” “...I refuse to share you with others. I am not raising some other chick’s kids,” She said in a low growl. “Oh yeah, and how are you going to guarantee that? I know you won’t kill me because that would ruin your fantasy of us raising our fledglings,” He smirked, embracing the severity of the situation with a smile. The two of them were now standing, looking at each other, wondering what the other would do next. Jamesy knew what he was getting at with his choice of words… And didn’t seem to care about the upcoming consequences. Erica looked at him for a second, as if collecting her thoughts. It was clear to Jamesy that she wasn’t expecting this answer. She, like him, was a mess from all the sex they just had. She stretched her wings, and took a deep breath. Then a grin grew on her face. “Jamesy, you really want to push your luck, huh? Mmm… I’m gonna to have to take something of yours if you’re planning on doing that,” “Like what, Erica? You have noth-NGH!-” He took a massive gamble with all his taunting, and how did he pay for it? A kick to the balls. She lunged at him so suddenly and so quickly that he couldn’t move out of the way. A sharp pain coursed through his body as he collapsed to the ground. Jamesy took sharp breaths as the griffon was on his knees, before receiving another big kick into his nutsack, jostling his most sensitive organs as he grimaced. Jamesy closed his eyes and panted hard. Erica was standing over him. Once again, that pleased look on her face. Despite the pain coursing through his body, he made no attempts to escape. She planted a paw on his chest and pushed him down, laying his body flat on the floor. “Mmmn! Careful!” he cried out weakly. He knew full well that it was all in vain as Erica spread his legs open with her right leg. Her paw squished up on his loose nutsack. “Mmm, you’re barely even resisting~, It’s almost like you want me to do this~,” Erica then proceeded to suddenly drop a knee upon his swollen balls. Jamesy’s body instinctively closed his legs, but he resisted his own body’s self-preservation… but why? The answer to that question would be found in Jamesy’s rising erection. To Erica’s wide-eyed, surprised expression, despite everything, Jamesy was actually getting something out of this. “Say you won’t do anything with other girls’ or I juuuust might go too far~,” Erica whispered to him before taking a fist and slamming down on his nuts. Jamesy squawked and flapped his wings in a mix of pleasure and pain. Jamesy simply shook his head, prompting Erica to stand up and spreading his legs out. Not even the slightest bit of resistance from Jamesy as Erica lifted her right leg up high. “Say it!” No response. Down came Erica’s foot, her paw pads stomping down so hard on Jamesy’s nuts, it bent one of them into an odd angle… and despite Jamesy’s involuntary flapping and squirms, he refused. In fact, his now stiff boner spoke volumes to Jamesy’s mindset right about now. “...You really want to go through with this, huh?” Erica said as she climbed onto Jamesy. He got a good look at that ass of hers as she sat herself down on his chest. He could feel his damaged nuts being manhandled by her hands and put right between her thighs. He felt his balls being stretched, making him move his pelvis upward to prevent them from being torn from his scrotum. Erica gave the strained balls a nice tap. Squeezing her thighs hard together, her grip as tight as a steel vice. His balls were changing colors from black to purple, and it wasn’t just the bruises that were showing. Jamesy could feel his balls becoming increasingly more numb, like it was falling asleep but an even more intense sensation. The veins were beginning to show. The discoloration in his balls intensifying as Erica’s grip showed no signs of waning. Erica looked down at his balls, a sadistic look of joy on her face as she purposefully jerked upwards, threatening to tear his junk off. Jamesy had tears welling up in his eyes, but noises of joy escaped his beak. Pleasure and pain were mixing together. The sensation was even better than he imagined in his fantasies. He could feel the veins inside his scrotum start to tear and stretch past the point of no-return. “Last chance~!” Her sing-songy, so casual with what she was doing to him. It was so arousing to him~. Yet his hands did not move. He made no effort to speak up. Nothing. The veins burst and died off inside him. His balls themselves were finally starting to crack and completely fold in on themselves. They were rupturing and hemorrhaging in her grip. His paws scratched at the floor. He grit his beak tightly. His eyes began to widen as the final strongest veins snapped. Jamesy was beyond overwhelmed by the sensation and flung his head back. Moaning out as the sound of something fleshy being crushed could be heard. Jamesy came hard… It was the most intense orgasm he would ever have as cum shot out… along with copious amounts of blood. And yet, there was not a single shred of regret inside of Jamesy anymore. He laid there in his own mess. He panted laboriously. Shock taking over as he laid still, his heart beating fast as the ecstasy of the heinous act cascaded over them both… “Oops~ Guess you’re only going to have kids with me,” She commented without a shred of care or remorse. Soon, the pain would start making itself more known. As Erica finally released his crushed testicles, the full damage could be seen. His balls were unrecognizable to him. Completely discolored and the once round shape looked more like he had cottage cheese for nuts. They were not doctors but needless to say, there was no recovering from this. “Y-yeah… B-but I-I…Th-think we c-can call an…am-ambulance??” Jamesy dumbly asked. “...oh…shit, yeah you’re right! Hang in there babe! 10 Years Later “Dad? Can I bring my Z-Box to Evelyn’s?” asked the young male griffon who was a spitting image of his mother, minus the black mane. “Why do you need to bring it, Edwin? Evelyn has her own,” Jamesy asked back. “Yeah but her boyfriend just hogs it the whole time. It’s so boring,” Edwin groaned while folding his arms. “And what? Are you bringing the TV too?” Jamesy raised an eyebrow at the young fledgling. “Oh you’re right! ABBY! COME HELP ME GET THE TV!” Edwin yelled for his sister Abigail, who flew down. Jamesy still was in awe at just how much she looked just like him, minus the facial hair and much more graceful when flying. “No no no no! That’s not what I meant. Look, you can bring your console, alright? Just make sure Abby gets her turns too,” Jamesy pointed at Edwin, who tried to innocently look away. “Yeah, or I’m telling Evelyn, and you don’t want to get on Eveyln’s bad side,” Abigail, who flopped her hair to the side. She was in that phase where she thought covering one of her eyes with her feathers was the coolest thing ever. “Alright, anything else before we take off?” Evelyn, who was waiting at the door, sat there with her arms folded. The two kids shook their heads. “Alright, then say your goodbyes,” Evelyn pointed to Jamesy. Erica also joined the picture just in time. The family of four all gave each other a hug before the kids quickly departed the apartment. They had grown used to leaving around this time of year to stay with Evelyn for a week. Erica turned her attention to the father of her children, “Guess that leaves just us for a week… Maybe we should…” Erica got closer to Jamesy, their beaks pressing together. “Have a little fun, maybe we could make more-” Her hands slip down to his pelvis, tapping where his balls used to be. “...Oh, right~,” Jamesy gave a quick kiss, and simply whispered. “Still worth it.”