Author's Note

This has sex in it, so all puritanical types should skip to the next- ohhhhh, would you look at that, there's no next chapter yet!

[Seriously though, it's going to be raunchy from about a third of the way through this chapter, into the beginning of chapter six, then it'll get back to being interesting. Just a little heads up for those reading this more for the story than the interspecies lovin's.]

Bow chicka bow wow~

Your Human And You

Gryphon Half A Chance

Ch. 5

After the visit with Morticia, Abraxis seemed deep in thought. He hustled me back through the snow as quick as he could, definitely sorry for having dragged me through it in the first place, not once but now twice.

"Never would have credited it. Never should have let it slip! I am sorry, Dent my good fellow, so very sorry. Normally you brutes are quite at home in any weather — rain or shine, more or less."

I endeavoured to give him my best "hey, it's alright" expression, but wasn't sure how well it was coming off, seeing as his patter continued as we made our way back to the house.

"I should've seen it. I should've seen those teeth! And over twenty, if the nice lady is to be believed, though I don't think I do. Vulnerable to the cold, a permanent fever — despite my trust in Morticia, I know you're not sick — you are a unique specimen indeed, unique! I should have seen it. I'm getting old, Dent my boy, though by all rights you should be too, hmm?" He stopped for a moment, then shook his head. I jumped from foot to foot, trying not to hurry him, but it was cold.

"But you're not old, are you?"

He peered into my eyes. For a moment I had visions of vivisection and endless, torturous tests, but then they faded. I honestly trusted this creature — the one island of predictable behaviour, besides Mistress, in a world gone mad.

"Sport or not, I wonder how long you'll live? It's not like you've got a pedigree or birth certificate." Abraxis snorted. "You'll break my daughter's heart if you up and die on her… but you don't look your age, my boy, whatever it turns out to be. I think we shouldn't tell her about our little chat with the nice lady, no? I don't think she needs to hear about fanciful tales of a human living past twenty, not if my darling Gilda's going to keep on enjoying your company. I don't want her to get upset, I don't need to see her worry. She needs you more than she lets on... some issues with friends, last I heard."

Abraxis was silent for a moment. I put out a hand and gently stroked him behind his ear-tufts. He made a churring noise as he leaned into my gesture of trust, then a sigh of… I wasn't sure, either happiness or defeat. I'm not sure which.

"I'm letting things slip, I know. Time was I'd have seen what you were when I bought you, capitalized on it and made a mint. Instead, I've just made my daughter so very, very happy."

I perked my ears up. Metaphorically speaking.

"And that's how I know I'm old, because I find that's made me far happier than anything else I've ever done, after having her in the first place. I'd like to say that one day this will all be hers, but I'm not sure she's got it in her. Maybe she'll find a nice cock—"

I choked, that was still a trigger-word in my lexicon, but Abraxis didn't notice. What can I say, the sophisticated humour of a two year old, that was me.

"—or maybe I'll have to find one myself, hmm? Oh, I won't get any thanks for it, not if I make it too obvious. I shall have to be sneaky. Sneaky! But don't worry, I know you won't rat me out, hmm, Dent? You're a good boy."

I stopped, then put my arms around his neck, burying my head in his feathers. He ruffled up slightly, then chuckled. "I love you too, Dent. I'm glad we both care about my Gilda, hmm?"

I was on his side. Any gryphon that wanted to be in my mistress' life would have to be top notch or I'd make sure he was history before he knew what hit him.

"Ah, and here we are — Penny Lane's seamstress shop."

We were back inside the main house by now, in the basement level. I'd poked my nose around here before now, but had never really seen this place. The rooms down here were smaller, with more functional and less opulent furnishings. This one in particular was cramped, but mostly because it was chock-full of cloth, bobbins, marequins, gryphoquins and whatnot, all starkly outlined by burning hot, white lamps.

"Oh! M-master Abraxis! What brings you here?" asked a deep purple unicorn mare. I assumed this was Penny Lane. She blushed as she looked up from her work, hiding her face beneath her pink bangs, but as she caught sight of me, I caught a distinct gleam in her eye. It was downright predatory.

"I have a rather special request of you, my dear, if you think you can handle it. I need you to produce some sort of functional, pretty clothing for Dent. My daughter doesn't really go for... " He waved a claw as he spoke, "frilly, but make him something worthy of his station, worthy of my daughter."

His words were electric to Penny. She licked her lips before hesitantly speaking again. "Uh, I-I'll ha-have to see him re-regularly. A-a few times at least…"

"Oh whenever he's free, just grab him. Which is most of the time." He mock-glared at me, and I did my best contrite expression. I'm not sure he was mollified. "My daughter's done a good job with training him, you shouldn't have much trouble."

"Oh, I'm sure I won't." Penny licked her lips again, sizing me up. I hesitantly backed away towards Abraxis, getting a definite… vibe from this one, but was cut off by the mare. "I can start immediately, for you, sire."

"Oh, very well, I shall leave you to it." Abraxis handed Penny my leash, batting away my hands as I tried to take it away from her. "Stop fussing, you silly thing."

Uh, no, nice Abraxis Master, please don't… she's looking at me like a piece of meat… and that's scaring me more than you gryphons do!

My silent pleas went unheeded, as Penny pushed the door closed just after Abraxis passed through it.

"Oh my, and I thought I'd have to slip out to those awful human sheds… instead, I get you visiting me whenever I want!" She tugged on my leash authoritatively. I was well and truly stuck. I backed away slowly, then scrabbled at another door to try to get it open, not that I'd get far. I might have had a chance if the lock hadn't been an enchanted unicorn one. And if I hadn't been leashed. Penny had a mournful expression on her muzzle as she watched me trying to escape.

"Oh, dear, sweetie, no… you don't need to be frightened… come on, boy, come on…"

She backed me into a corner, then floated over something sweet-smelling and apparently edible with her magic. I plucked it out of the air desperately and held it in front of me like a shield. She then floated another, waving it to and fro until I caught it. She mimed eating it until, hoping that really was all she wanted, I took a bite. The treat was a sugary biscuit, obviously made for her pony patrons, and didn't taste half bad.

Maybe all she wanted was to clothe me? I wondered.

Seeing how I had relaxed, she very swiftly took my measurements with a tape measure, jotting down the figures, then moved in slowly and carefully to take closer stock.

As she neared my crotch, I could feel every muscle in my body contracting, as a cold sweat poured through my body.

"Oh, you poor thing… no wonder you don't know what to do with yourself. You've been fixed! Well, Mama Penny can fix that too!" She chuckled to herself as my face fell, her back turned. With a quick swish of her horn, she picked up a necklace or bracelet — I wasn't sure which — of some sort and slowly floated it over to me. I tried to phase through the wall with all my might, but it didn't help, and instead found a small, rune-carved jade necklace slipping over my head.

"I make these for my… elder male clients, but it should work on you too, honey…"

Wait, what? Let's get one thing straight here, I wanted to tell her, I do not want to…

I looked down.

Oh, you traitor.

To my surprise, 'Little Dent' — shut up, you know what I mean. And besides, Little wasn't currently the word for it, I'll have you know — was standing at attention. The only thing bigger in the room was Penny's shit-eating grin.

Oh boy. Oh no. This is not right… this isn't what… no, what are you…

"That's it, boy, nice and slow. You know what you want, hmm? You know how it works…"

I was trapped in the corner of the room and held prisoner by my collar and leash, and Penny knew it. She delicately turned around and advanced — is it advancing if it's backwards? — in my direction, with her tail just slightly raised. The necklace was warm around my neck, the wall was cold against my back, and Penny's magical touch on my +2 fleshy rod of might was incredibly soft and dexterous. Despite myself, this was feeling kinda good. I groaned, looking skywards, wanting it to end.

The effect of that sound on Penny was electric. To my surprise, her tail twitched and then she… she winked. I'd heard it was something equines could do to show their readiness to mate, but I'd not thought I'd ever see it. Her pussy just kinda… contracted, visibly, as it neared my crotch.

I could hardly move. I tried to, goodness knows I tried, but Penny knew exactly where and how to exert her magic. She held everything right where she wanted it, including my rock-hard penis, as she backed herself onto it.

My breath caught in my throat as her magic held down then maneuvered my cock between her moist folds. The long, drawn-out gasp of pleasure shook her body from tail-tip to ears as she rocked backwards onto my length.

And that's how I found myself having sex with a pony.

Make no mistake, and I was as surprised as anyone, but I, a male, was being raped by a female. With a large part of my mind, I wanted to scream and shout, but I also can't deny that there was a part of my mind also going Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! Just like that! because she was not only the first fuck I'd had in god knows how long, but she was really fucking good. Even though she held me down in unbreakable, invisible chains, there was a tiny, traitorous part of my mind that enjoyed it.

She was rough, in that kind of physically active way that always goes over well in a porno. She was animalistic, she was bestial, and she grunted and whined, squeaking with every backwards thrust as she clamped her vaginal muscles down around my cock, milking it for all it was worth.

It was awful, it was terrible, it was soul-crushing and demeaning, and it was raw, bestial and base. I loved it and I loathed it and I hated myself for being turned on, for being used so utterly.

This was the most devastating, awful thing, that had ever happened to me. I don't have words for how wrong it was, for how dirty it made me feel, for how much I wanted to curl up into a little ball and die.

I had little choice but to hold on; grabbing her tail and pulling hard to try to get her to stop only egged her on more. I had to meet her thrusts to stop her from snapping my penis in two from her throes of ecstasy, and digging my fingernails into her flank around her butt-tattoo only made her hiss in pleasure and pound all the harder.

She was hot, and I mean physically; much hotter, wetter and stronger than any human female I'd had sex with, able to control her pussy with incredible dexterity, massaging my member as I forced myself into her to avoid being crushed. I was rock hard, a part of my body and mind not only giving in but determined to make the most of it, as I thrust rhythmically into her, pulling back almost all the way out before ramming it back in.

Her squeaking grew louder and more high pitched, and her pussy drank harder and harder from my cock until with a final deep backwards thrust and telling intake of breath, her front hooves almost collapsed under her and she let loose a torrent of mare cream that coated the insides of my thighs, dripped down our legs and pooled on the floor.

If she hadn't just raped me, I'd be congratulating myself. I mean, if I hadn't just fucked a goddamn pony, of course.

"Oh Luna, yes!" she gasped, pulling herself off me with a loud, obscene shlurp.

I didn't know whether to feel dirty, elated, horrified or what. I mean, I'd just been forced into sex with a pony. By the pony, which… kind of made it alright in the whole 'not your species' thing, I guessed, since she was sentient, unlike humans, but that didn't at all make up for the forcing and... oh my god if I ever wanted sex again I couldn't have sex with any Equestrian 'humans' because humans are the animals here and it meant I'd just be fucking with a sex toy animal and oh my god I was just raped, used and abused, like some sort of living, breathing dildo then cast aside like yesterday's fashion...

I looked in horror down at my treacherous cock — still hard, glistening with mare fluids — and my hands, chest, crotch and legs — dusty and dirty with mare sweat and hair — and started shaking. Penny's magic faded, and I fell onto the floor in a heap, whimpering and crying.

Only one thing could have made this worse.

"What the absolute fuck are you doing with Dent!?" shrieked Gilda, slamming the door open.

Yep, that's the one.

.oOo.

"What the fuck are you—!" Gilda was shrieking. For my part, I scampered away from the pair of them, my leash loose. I couldn't let her see me like this. I couldn't let her know I'd been… sullied, that I'd betrayed her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was just—!"

Hey, that's my line.

"That's my human! That's my… that's my human! You've just! That's! He's! —!" Before I could do anything, not that I could do anything, Gilda turned and fled. I turned and glared at Penny, showing my teeth. If I'd been… one of those pit fighters I'd heard of, if I'd been a real man instead of a dildo, I'd have strangled her. As it was, I just wanted the earth to swallow me up.

"Oh Hades bells and buckets of blood," Penny swore. It was a gryphon oath I'd not heard a pony use before. "I better… come on, you." She picked up then tugged smartly twice on my leash, and led me through the building through a tortuous route that was obviously designed to avoid the rest of the help, since she and I both were still dripping from our escapade. I didn't exactly want to go anywhere with her, but had little choice. Besides, she was taking me where I did want to go. I tried to ignore her, almost as hard as I tried to keep from falling over.

Eventually, we made it to Gilda's bedroom, where Penny knocked, softly.

"Go away!"

"I… I've brought Dent. I'm… sorry. I didn't mean…"

The door was flung open. "What do you mean you didn't mean it!? You… you fucked him!"

I'm sorry, Mistress! I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault! I didn't mean to! Please, please, please...

"But it doesn't mean anything! I was just… I… I'm sorry. It's the lights I have to use. They start my season off midwinter!" Penny was crying. I almost felt sorry for her. Bitch.

"Bu-but h-he w-was m-my human! A-and h-he w-won't w-want… y-you sp-spoiled..!" Gilda was shaking with fury, bawling her eyes out. I wanted so badly to run to her and comfort her. I wanted so badly to kill myself, like never before.

"Look, I… please, I'm sorry. I won't touch him again. You can fire me if you want, I'll just go..."

"I don't care ab-about you po-ponies ha-having sex with humans, j-just n-not m-my human! Mine! He was mine! And you to-took th-that—"

Wait, Gilda didn't care that these ponies apparently use humans for sex? That was a new one. Maybe she would still have me.

Penny took a deep breath. "I'll… make it up to you. You can have the necklace for him, and I'll make you three sets of clothes. One for the cold, one for better weather, and one to make him handsome. Just for you, okay? Okay? And we'll never have to speak about this ag—"

Gilda wasn't listening. "H-he wo-won't want—"

"Nonsense." Penny reached up her horn and did… something, and my collar fell off. I glared at her and picked up both collar and leash. I wanted to strangle her with it, but I was pretty sure that rape of a human was a victimless crime in this world, but murdering a pony wasn't. I settled for spitting at her. I'd have shit on my hands and thrown it at her, but I was all crapped out.

"I'm sorry, big guy," said Penny, shying back and wiping her face.

I bared my teeth at her, flexing my fists. Damn right you're sorry. Try that again and I'll kick you right in the cunt!

"I didn't mean to upset your mistress. Go on now."

I didn't know whether it was better or worse that she still didn't care about what she did to me. Gilda did though, didn't she?

"Take him," called Gilda, from further inside the room. She was on the bed, head covered in pillows.

My heart sank. I bared my teeth at my rapist again, and then smartly strode inside and shut the bitch out out, locking the door. Dumping my collar and leash on the floor, and the necklace on the dresser, I then turned to Gilda. She was still sobbing gently. I'd heard her words, but I knew Gilda.

What are you supposed to do at a time like this? I was the one who'd been raped, but it was my owner who was the more distraught.

I'm a coper. I always have been. It would probably have been very different if it had been a stallion, or if I'd been a woman, but us males — myself at least — seem to have a more practical approach to sex. Namely, if you can stick your dick in it and it feels good, it doesn't tend to bother you what it is. Other than not sticking your dick in crazy, of course, which is what made me mad about Penny.

I took a deep breath, still shaking, as I looked at my hands. I was pretty sure a psychologist would have a field day with this, but I was about to rationalize my way out of having a breakdown. I was also pretty sure I'd be horrified once whatever dregs of adrenalin in me wore off, and you know what they say about scars that don't heal...

I was an animal, to these ponies. Penny hadn't been trying to hurt me, she hadn't wanted to degrade, injure, beat down or otherwise dominate and destroy my spirit. She'd wanted to get her leg over, and the nearest suitable object had been me. Because she didn't think of me as a pony.

I hadn't been raped… I'd been used for sex, because Penny didn't care about me at all. Rape is all about power and domination, which is why it's so painful. It takes something so very special and personal, and destroys it utterly, knowingly and deliberately.

Penny didn't know or care, she'd probably rationalized that I, being a male human, had wanted it too.

I hadn't, but that hadn't stopped her. And now Mistress was hurt, and to be honest, she was hurting far more than me.

I took another deep breath, still hurting, and pushed it all out of my head. Mistress needed me. Walking over to the bed, to stand behind the sobbing lump of fur and feathers that was my Gilda, I put my hand down, very slowly, and stroked her buttock.

The feeling was electric.

I'd touched her before, but I'd never really… touched her. I ran my fingers through her fur, it was a thick and gorgeous sable, like her father, but with a hint of pink that made her just that much more… feminine.

I hadn't noticed it before, the curves of her body, the softness of her feathers, the silkiness of her fur. As her tail whipped up in surprise, I took a sniff of the tuft. If you could bottle the savannah, this would be how it smelled.

"D-dent?" Gilda whispered. She snorked, not a pretty sound through a beak. "Stupid Dent." She leaned on me, the pain still apparent.

Oh, that did it.

I knelt swiftly down and, for the first time ever, planted a kiss on her lips.

Yes, those lips.

Her wings shot out in surprise, and a caw caught in her throat. Before she could do anything, I flicked my tongue out and teased at her netherlips. Her pussy was small and tight, so very different and yet recognizably similar to a human's. It was soft and warm, and hairless, like chamois leather, surrounded by fur. As I lapped at it, it became engorged.

"D-dent wh-what are you d-doing… oh Dent…" Gilda moaned, "Tha-that's n-not…" but she made no moves to stop me, so I carried on.

I kissed her gently, nibbling and nipping ever so lightly at her pussy lips. A woman's vagina is very delicate, and that of a gryphon is no different. I could feel her shuddering before me as I licked and teased and bit and played with her nether regions, running my hands through her luxurious fur, grabbing huge handfuls of it as we tussled.

Finally, as I felt the momentum growing within her, I concentrated on that little nub, just inside her lips at the base of her cunt, between her legs, flicking my tongue over it, moving in circles, caressing it with growing force.

Gilda was shuddering now, quaking wordlessly with every application of my mouth, letting little whimpers escape her muzzle, her wings unfurling to their full length before, finally, she tensed all over, all the fur on her body standing on end, and I was rewarded for my diligence by a spray of hot gryphoness fluids. They were sticky, musky, and strangely sweet. I licked my lips and face, drinking in her scent, taking it into me, making it a part of my being. I wanted to be hers, and wearing her scent would mark me properly as her chattel. This is what I wanted. This is who I wanted to be. I was Gilda's pet, nobody, nopony, else's.

I didn't stop licking her, as even though I'd already sent her over the edge, a female can enjoy so much more than the initial explosion. However, I licked slowly, lightly, and very, very gently, each miniscule touch on her gorgeous, steaming lips sending waves of pleasure racing throughout her body, each nip a new foray into an orgasmic world of sensual delight.

Yeah, I am that good. And I didn't need that little toy from that hussie.

"By the Emperor's jade egg!" groaned Gilda, finally pushing me away and collapsing into her bed. I slunk up next to her, worming my way under her wings, kissing all along her body as I went. "Where on Equus did you learn to do that?"

I just smiled and gently kissed her all over her beak, holding her close until the trembling stopped.

And finally… she slept.

.oOo.