by Damocles23
It’s so simple, isn’t it?
Just walk to the door, knock and go to her. I shouldn’t be so scared, so nervous, so picky...
No, that’s not the right word. That is simply not the right word. Picky is when someone really can’t make up his mind about something...
I’m ungrateful. That’s the word. An ungrateful, pesky griffon that should be the luckiest, happiest griffon on all earth and/or the nearby celestial bodies.
My claw hovers in front of the door of Sugarcube Corner, unsure to knock or do anything else. I try to stall and adjusts a few wild black feather that block my view and to generally look...well, decent at least.
Not that the pony in there would care, but this griffon can’t think of anything better that just looking decent for her, even though she would pounce on me if I was covered in muck and the feathers around on my head black because of tar..
As decent as a griffon that looks like it's waiting for too long, and for no reason in front of a door could look. We are a rare breed, even if still a bit ungrateful.
I see that cream colored mare with pink stripes in her mane passing by just to make some snide remark, whispered to the bright green pony at her side. I can distinctly hear the word ‘weirdo’ being uttered between her giggles. I never bothered to learn their names, anyway, nor I think they deserve it.
That’s just great: Called weirdo by the one that thinks changing voice every time is funny and charming and never gets old. I really should use this argument next time before she gets too far to hear me. Pinkie Pie is always saying me that those two simply needs a party to lighten up a bit, but ‘party’ is not the word I have in mind and it’s not very nice to begin with.
At least the other one isn’t mugging...much. Being nicer in comparison doesn't always mean, well, actually being nice.
Fortunately, not all of Ponyville folks are like that, but I can’t blame them. As far as I have heard it’s been years since they saw a griffon and last time, well, she didn’t show Ponyville’s folks the best side of our race or any other race for that matter. In fact, as I gathered from what Pinkie Pie and her friends has told me, she was a real bitch for a lack of better terms.
I can’t help but feel a little angry for this: judged for the actions of someone I never saw nor do I particularly care to meet. What hope do I have to meet standards that have been set so miserably high?
But I guess that, for once, the Arimaspi finally wanted to bless me and they gave me her.
No.
She chose me and for that the world gained sense.
I sigh and finally find the courage to knock on the door as my wings thrash around, while I hear Mrs. Cake’s gentle voice coming from behind the door, inviting me to enter. I lean my head and the warm smile of the owner of that voice greets me, easing my fears a little.
“Hello, Victor. If you’re here for Pinkie Pie, you’ll need to wait a few minutes.” she said while fiddling with the cash register, complete with a small pair of cherry red glasses on top of her nose.
“Uh, thanks.” I’m quite surprised for her matter of fact statement. Am I really this predictable? Well, there are very few reasons I could be here, the most important of these the shop’s sweetest treat! Not that their cupcakes aren't good. Until I met her, I didn’t realize that delicious things are this delicious. If I knew better I would think that I’ve even gained a few pounds since I met her.
And although it sounds incredibly sappy, I would even say my weight is related to my happiness!
“So, uh...”, my mouth goes dry, not sure why. “Is business going well?”
“Everything is going as usual, thank you.” She glances at me, whipping out her glasses “Is everything alright, dear? You seem, well, nervous to say the least.”
She saw right through me like a cheap window. “Well, kind of...Pinkie Pie has been in mind for the whole week and-—”
“Shush, dear.”, she waves a hoof in front of her face, followed by a giggle. The motherly and almost embarrassed kind only, well, a blushing mother of two can give, “I was young, too, once.”
I just scratch the back of my head, taken aback by own predictability.
“VICKY!” There it is. Subtle as a hurricane, light of my life, fire in my loins, the only reason I’m still staying in this crummy, little village. The one and only, greatest party pony of all: Pinkamena Diane Pie. She rolls down the stairs like a savage, pink porcupine and lunges at my lanky figure in a tight hug, just like every other time. Fortunately I’m made of stern stuff, tempered no doubt by having such an expansive fillyfriend after all. I let her rub against my feathers while I ran my claws as delicately as possible against that pink bush she calls a mane. “Vicky-Dicky-Icky! I’m so, so happy to see you!”
“H-hi, Pinkie.”, oxygen already cut off, my ribs pleading for mercy, delicious smell of candy coming from her coat. Typical Pinkie Pie...Couldn’t live without it. I wish I could say more, but I fear for my life. Luckily Mrs. Cake comes to my rescue as she coughs and warns the pink pony to let go of me. My bones say ‘thanks’.
“Sorry.” She giggles, “Did I hurt you?” Adorable puppy smile as usual. I can’t even say if her concern is real.
“Only my internal organs.” I say as i try to scratch my sternum. “I didn’t need those, anyway.”
“Phew, all of my friends know how strong my hugs are and my super-special-friends like you should know it better. Rainbow Dash is the only one who doesn’t complain, but that’s because she’s super strong and all.”
And super-understanding as I have gathered. If she hugs her just as strong as she hugs me, either that mare is really made of steel or she has the patience of a Goddess. Not that she has anything on the goddess right in front of me, who smiles the most adorable smile and waggles her tail as her puppy blue eyes makes my heart quiver and my loins burn. When she gives a quick peek at my pecker I really don’t know what force stops me from taking her there and now.
Probably the fact that Mrs. Cake is still in the room. That would be awkward
“I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone if you’d like.” the older mare winks, while making the worst and most overused pun that could be used with a griffon, but who cares? “Be a dear and close the shop for me, alright?”
“Oky-Doky, Mrs. Cake.” She waves at us and closes the door.
“You know, Pinkie…” For some reason I feel more at ease. Maybe because having somepony’s mother (kind of…) around is never easy for a couple of lovebirds like us. Or just for one bird, like in my case. “We’ve been together for a while and, well, I-I really think you’re a wonderful pony.”
“Aaaw, thank you, Vicky!! I think the same, too. Not the pony part, you’re a griffon! Well, you got the wings part like my pegasi friends, but I guess that’s not the same and you know what? Griffons are just as coolaspegasiandblahblahblahblahblah—”
Of course when she starts rambling like that nothing and nopony is able to stop her, so I just have to wait. That’s when my eyes wander off for a moment and I see it.
There, right between her puffy, bouncy legs I can see it dangling and winking at me. Just a glance, but it’s enough. The big, black cock is out of its sheath and ready for the hunt, wiggling wildly right and forth as Pinkie Pie bounces with joy all over her room. My eyes follow it and I just know it’s going to be shoved in my throat. Gods, even now that it’s not hard at all puts mine to shame. I should feel a little jealous...I am feeling a little jealous, but that is a thing unnecessarily petty
What? Everypony got something special about them. Some show it on their flank and others...have a massive black dick hanging between their hindlegs. A filly with a willie. A chick with a dick...I could go on all day and still feel uncomfortable. The sky's the limit. It’s not that I’m into colts...She’s just a bubbly, cute mare with something more and I don’t have any kind of bisexual cr—Who am I kidding?
"—And that’s why corncakes are the best thing with the ‘cakes name’ in it, beside Mr and Mrs. Cake and the baby Cakes. Funny, I forgot what we were talking about in the first place.”
“The fact that I like you a lot.” I grasp one of her hooves between my claws, landing a small kiss on it. As I gaze into her eyes, I feel as lucky as ever. Petty hesitation be damned.
"I-I really like you, too, Vicky. A lot!”
The thing about Pinkie Pie is that when she kisses you, she really kisses you. I could swear she’s trying to suck my beak off with that mouth of hers. Not to mention her tongue that propels itself in my mouth and swirls like an angry sea serpent as my tongue, while long on its own, it’s incapable of matching her blow by blow. I sigh and give up as her long pink serpent envelopes my tongue into its soft, wet embrace.
Of course, my lower part immediately knows what my pink nymph is up to and I can feel my dick already being hard and pointing right at her while a pink, bushy shadow looms over it. I guess the foreplay wasn’t even on the program today.
“P-Pinkie!” unlocking our tongues seemed so hard. “I want you. Here and now.”
She answers only with a warm smile and a hug. Not the bone crushing one I had before, but a calm, soothing kind of hug. The kind of hug two lovers would share.
Never said I was a hardcore cuddler, but a bit of physical contact going on with the kinky fuckery is good for the soul. The really weird shit is coming and I’m totally ok with it as we make our way to her bedroom. She throws me on the bed and flashes the sultriest of grins.
Her lips slide upon the tip of my cock, slobbering on it like she just saw a big stick of candy. Then inch by inch it starts to disappear into a smarmy, pink grin, complete with weird, gulping sound that only gets louder as she claims more inches from me.
She sucks with the same subtlety she has on all things, which means not at all. Everything with her as to be loud, primal, deliciously ‘uncouth’ like everypony else she knows says. I knew that word before but it seems it has spread like a meme. Still better than photos of cats with funny misspelling written beneath them .
“Suck my thingy, Vicky…” she whispers in the sultriest of tones, a gleam of sexualized instability dwells in her eyes as she opens her legs and lies on the side on the bed. “It’s only fair, isn’t it?”
I nod and open my mouth but before even touching it with my beak she slams it in my mouth like a brick. It kind of smothers me and I cough a little but my mouth is soon invaded by that salty, invading feel. Simply delicious.
I guess it could be ‘uncouth’ in itself the fact I’m thinking about sociology while having a blowjob, but she’s talking during it! I’m not angry, it’s just...just...just Pinkie Pie. I give up.
“Oh my gof’! It tafstes jus’ so gud! If’s weird and salty and even a bit sticky, but I guess that’s jusbecausegoghogobgobo—”
I would have liked to hear what she was saying, but between her greedy mouth and my feathery hips launching themselves onward, my penis made her choke on the words. Thus limiting her expression of herself only through that fantastic tongue of hers, that not only was passed on every inch she swallowed before, but also started poking at my urethra, sending shivers of electrical pleasure down my spines while my wings launch themselves at my sides, hard as rocks. Pony or griffons, everyone can always see when they are horny and for that the winged races are the most earnest.
The climax slams against me like a brick wall against a very squishy thing, and my cock stiffens and enlarges itself before releasing spooge after spooge of my cream down her throat while she does to me, popping out of her dick like champagne. My head spins and a huge wad slides down my throat with ease and a warm current splashes on my chest, across my feathers.
"That was so aaaawesome!” she pants out, semen spurting out with the words. “It’s like...you’re the only one I can be this perverted with!”
“This perverted? You haven’t seen anything!” a crazy idea crosses my brain like a bullet and the unthinkable happens.
My tongue swirls around her thick, black member and makes lever on her medial ring. A crazy thought passes my brain like a bullet and I manage to bend the halfway hardening cock to guide its black tip toward that juicy, pink asshole. Benefits of having a long tongue that at least didn’t end up in her aforementioned back door this time. It’s natural that a couple doesn’t always share the same fetishes, but when love is in the equation everything is forgiven. “Wowie! I always thought you’d be the one to fuck me right there! Instead you used my thingy to do it! How cool is that?”
For a moment I want to answer her, but, unlike her, I know the importance of the job at claw.
Her penis forms a weird ark, proving it to be far more flexible that the average cock, not that Pinkie herself isn’t. I saw that squishy body bent in some ways that only thinking of it makes me cum. My tongue forms a thick ring around her liquorice stick as I try to plunge it in her asshole further, the warmth of her semen coursing through it makes my tongue very sensitive, but I persist.
She seems to enjoy it at least, exploding into a throaty giggle at each push until the precum makes it slid inside like butter. Her pupils widen and she lets out a Woohaha! so loud that I fear our fun times are heard all the way to Canterlot. Not that all those snotty bastards would understand or could even get it up, or have mares they don’t have to pay for a change.
It looks like a big, black C shoved her right inside her butt and moved in and out by a red, thin serpent that comes out the black head of a griffon. For an outside observer, it must be the weirdest, most fucked up thing they ever saw. I have some reservations myself, but Pinkie has the gift of making everything better, even the kinkiest of kinky fuckery.
Her black tube gets harder and starts losing her miraculous flexibility, causing me to work harder and plunge the engorging black rod than more violence than before, until I can feel her meat shuddering while her virile stuff is clawing at the door to come out. One last thrust and it gives up, trembling in carnal glee and releasing a warm gush of pearly white cum inside her, exploding it around her tip before the sheer force of ejaculation straightens up her organ, causing it to shoot and ark all over the bed and my chest. It feels so warm, so soothing that for once I could even give in and take a taste...Just a little taste of it before it dries out and makes some awful stains on my feathers.
The Pièce de résistance arrives and when I say that pony is excessive, everything about her is excessive. Her cock rises like a giant obelisk of meat from the ground, engorged by a quantity of blood that a pony shouldn’t possess, unless that massive dick went around and stole other’s dicks money to buy it. The tip frames her grin and slightly trembles in front of face, the small drop of precum foreshadowing an ocean of cum splattering on the ceiling, the walls, the bed and my stomach possibly.
I just lean back on the bed, trying to rest between my burning muscles and the smell of cum suffocating me. Pinkie Pie is devastated, too. Her head halfway outside the bed and her body squeezes her almost flaccid penis. I try to put what little strength I have in my upper body and crawl to her. “Pinkie? Are you okay?”
“I’m not okay…” she whispers, her voice feels like black tendrils coming right at me. That’s when I gain a few more inches and I see that her mane has...deflated. “I’m really angry with you!”
I gulp in fear.
Her mane has lost color too and fell like a curtain in half of her face, hiding half of a pout to rival all pouts. “You really had to overdo it, right? Even though I liked it so much it was so weird! And when I’m the one that tells you something is weird you just know it’s weird, isn’t it? Now I feel my butt and my belly weird!"
"You seemed to enjoy it, though. I-It was in the heat of the moment and—"
"Aaand what? I never think things through and I'm just fine!" she pokes her swollen belly with a hoof and sighs, visibly annoyed.
"What if you got me pregnant, huh? What I got me pregnant?””
“Bu-but…”
“No buts. I’m really, really, really angry with you and I think you’re a bad boyfriend...Unless…”
“Unless...what? Pinkie, you know...I’m sorry if I hurt you or that I made you angry. I’d do anything to see you smile again!”
“Anything?” she smirks, a gleam not unlike the one of a knife. “Even that thing you said you still weren’t ready to do but I really want to?”
Before I know, I’m face down on the bed, my arms pinned by powerful hooves and the tip of her massive member poking on my rear, slowly brushing against my flanks. The moment I said ‘anything’ I knew that I had no hopes. What was I supposed to do?
How could I face her friends if they knew we had a fight for such a reason?
How could I face her?
Not that I’m facing her right now, but hey.
I can feel its tip pushing and my heart skips several bits. her precum slids down between my cheeks and makes it all gushy before describing slow circles around it, teasing the sensitive web of nerves and veins on my (soon to be) not-so-sacred spot. Pinkie is heaving great long breaths above me, her forelegs flexing in time with the throbs of her thing as she tries to breach into me.
“No backsies.” She whispers in my ears and she pushes hard one last time
Finally I feel her inside me.
I nearly bite my tongue out but I manage to keep my squeals at a bare minimum. I feel stretched out, ready to be defiled but I have to bare it. What am I? A griffon or a mouse? Something fresh trickles my bottom and I fear it's a small drop of blood. Th best and worst kind of pain spreads trough my spine.
“It’s...great.” I grog out and that smile rears again, producing even a little schwing sound.
"How great? You could say it's the greatest you ever had?"
"It's the only one I ever had..."
Her fullness goes another inch into me as she giggles like a maniac, each squirt of precum easing her journey inside my colon. The first stroke is powerful, with a long draw out and a good hard thrust right back inside. She rubs against my insides without mercy or control, her flare strikes at all the right points like a master swordspony cuts his opponent's weak points, Pinkie’s exuberance working at its best.
It’s so powerful, so enticing, pure Pinkie Pie rolling over my prostate until it begs for more, until I begfor more. She’s so big, just enormous. I still can’t believe how she managed to fit just half of it in me, but I’m still in time...
The manliest mare and stallion of the world and she is mine and I’m hers. I remember my whining a few moments earlier and I feel like a fool. A fool that was going to lose the best laid of his life and a nice big, stallion cock in his ass.
She grows thicker and Pinkie hisses more, almost struggling to make my love canal its bitch and soften it like butter at each thrust. I want to kiss her, I want to just let myself go and abandon myself in the deep fucking I’m experiencing, but her hooves are too strong and she presses on my back with all her weight.
She pounds and rages and strikes true again against my prostate, grinding against my insides and filling me further. A future of not walking straight for a week unveils before me but I couldn't care less as she rocks me in a world of pleasure I was too coward to accept until now. The delightful friction grows and spreads its fire inside me as the bed creaks and protests, my claw tearing the sheets and my voice screaming incoherent words of carnal madness.
I can feel Pinkie Pie completely and even beneath all that discontent, that savage lust she's expressing with violent trusts of her hips, I know that she can feel me.
“VICKY! she roars and her cock enlarges and spams one, two, three, several times, each spurt acting like an explosion, a hose to douse my griffon insides in her stallion sauce. Her thick, earth pony cum fills me like a cake and it burns inside, feeling like a cozy furnace lodged right inside my belly. My cock sings on his own and shoot his load all over the place, drowning my senses in carnal bliss.
Her breath is nicely timed with each of her last twitches inside me, like small signature shots in my ass. Her cock is squeezed by my exhausted muscle while I whimper weakly and fall on the destroyed sheets as the most violent orgasm of my young life drowns me.
As I fade in a most deserved sleep, I see her once again poofy mane leaning down to eat every drops that come inside me and I see in her blue eyes the kind of happiness I wanted to give her since I first met her.
Greedy, little, crazy mare. That’s why I can’t live without you...
