Interspecies Request Series

Sleepy Time settled into her bed, but could not seem to get truly comfortable. The heavy-set royal-blue pegasus tossed lightly, her pale yellow mane laying scattered on the pillow. Sleep had always seemed to come to her so easily and was usually savored. But not lately. She was dozing, but her body seemed to be fighting to get her out of that state.

Shadows moved in the low light of the bedroom, and heavy steps thumped across the carpeted floor. There was some attempt at stealth but those attempting it were simply too large and strong to do much about the heaviness of their tread. The shadowy figures came forward slowly, the large beings looming in comparison to the plumply built pegasus mare before them.

They stopped by the bed, illuminated by a shaft of light slanting in through the window. The two large figures were quite imposing out of the shadows as well. The larger of the two was a broad and bulky buffalo bull, his shaggy coat a dark brown that bordered on black. His horns were especially large but the points were dulled, one of them looking cracked and singed. Across his back there were more signs of burning, raw, furless areas of discolored scars. His compatriot was a buff griffin tercel, his lion body a dark, matte gray, which continued through his eagle portion to his head, which was lighter and more ashy. He, too, was scarred by fire, the upper portion of his right arm and the right half of his face marked by missing feathers and fur, though his eye had been spared harm.

The intimidating, muscular men stood there in the light from the window, looking down on the mare that flopped and struggled as she tried to sleep. The fitful slumber ended and one bleary eye opened, looking at the two blurry figures standing over her. Her other eye snapped open and she drew back in shock, inadvertently knocking the blanket off of her and exposing her whole thick, squat, soft body.

The two males surged forward, pinning Sleepy to the bed, her legs spread above and below. The buffalo had restrained her lower legs while the griffin held her upper. Sleepy struggled but didn't scream, too surprised by what was happened and still too wrapped in a sleep haze to note anything. Her heavy flank shook, lightly jiggling, showing off her Cutie Mark, a pillow surrounded by feathers.

The buffalo bull was the first one to go after Sleepy's body. His huge head leaned in, muzzle rubbing against her right rear hoof. His velvety snout tickled at the fleshy frog, thick lips nibbling at the bottom of her hoof. His tongue occasionally slipped out to flick over the soft flesh and along the edge of the hoof's curve. He snorted loudly as he slurped and nibbled, pressing his head in firmly to really rub the tender hoof.

The griffin, as well, turned his attention to one front hoof. He held both hooves still, and brought he beak to the front left one, sliding the smooth surface across the soft bulge of flesh. The curved point of his beak traced along the hard surface of the bottom of her hoof's nail. He let his own tongue out to press and rub along the bulged flesh of her frog. She had bathed before bed, and her hoof's flesh still tasted very subtly of flowery soap, as was the pony standard.

The buffalo brought his teeth to bear against the hoof he was tending, very lightly and teasingly scraping along the nail, his lips pursing to kiss the polished and hooficured surface. He licked up over the front before pulling his tongue back to the underside, pressing solidly on the frog.

The griffin likewise kisses and nuzzles at the front of the hoof to which he was tending. His tongue freely slathered saliva along the smooth surface, and over the fleshy bit underneath. He used the equally smooth surface of his beak to tickle and tease at the fleshy bulge. He nibbled gently, carefully, using his tongue to deliver feather-soft, and feather-like, tickles to the tender flesh.

Sleepy moaned softly, and giggled a little bit as her hooves were teased and tenderly tended. She blinked a few times to clear the sleep from her eyes and see who was attacking her helpless hooves. “R-rushing Ravine? Andrei? Is that... ooohh... you? Where were you? Why ah! Why didn't you come when I told you?”

Rushing chuckled deeply, releasing Sleepy's lower hooves and leaning his head down to tickle a hoof with one horn. “Where's the fun in that? You know how much we love you, and love seeing you have fun...”

Andrei nodded, using a talon to tickle a forehoof. “We thought you would have much more fun if we woke you up, tickling and kissing these sweet little hooves. You love it, don't you? Yes, of course. Ever since the first time we've know how you like it. And we love to oblige you, dear.”

The smile faded from Sleepy's face as she looked at the happy features, bright smiles and soft eyes, on the two men that professed a love for her. “Don't say that. I don't deserve it. Not after what happened...”

Andrei touched the scars on his face, while Rushing touched the burned part of his horn. “We know it's not your fault, Sleepy. You know it wasn't your fault,” Andrei said.

“That's not what the inquiry said!” Sleepy shouted, tears shining in her eyes. “They blamed me. And maybe they were right. Look at what happened to you...”

At the Hoofingdale fire station things were usually quiet and calm. They had many a lazy, peaceful day, which let the house secretary enjoy her favorite pastime. Since the secretary was Sleepy Time, her favorite pastime was not Solitaire, chattering on the phone or filing her hooves (though she did take perfect care of her hooves) but was, rather, napping. She could fall asleep a the drop of a hat, any time during the day. She was competent at her job, and did well enough.

She kept her job mostly because there was little to it, she was never asleep at vital times, and the firefighters happened to like her bright, engaging personality. Andrei and Rushing Ravine especially. Being the only non-ponies in the firehouse they were very noticeable, and were also the flirtiest. Both of them had openly courted the plump mare, who had never thought much of herself.

They had dated her on different days, and been shown the vulnerable mare's warm and personal side, as well as her severe inability to decide which male she liked best of the two. She tried to choose, until they told her not to choose. She didn't think it could be possible, until they day they tucked themselves into a closet with her and softly licked her hooves, and more. She almost regretted telling them her secret pleasure, but couldn't keep feeling that way when they lavished so much love on her.

She was dancing on air, and tried extra hard to be kind and attentive to Rushing and Andrei. She cooked meals for them, complimented them, encouraged them, and was as caring as possible, which the others noted with some laughter and significant looks. It made the firehouse a brighter and more interesting place.

On a perfectly ordinary, quiet day Sleepy was in the back office, doing some minor filing. It was hardly very interesting, and her focus was waning. Had Andre or Rushing been there to encourage her she might have held on, but without them, she had nothing but the work. The work triggered her natural inclination, and eventually saw her with her head down on the desk and her mouth open as she snored quietly.

She awoke some undetermined timed later with a cough and a gasp. Her vision was greatly obscured by blackness, and her eyes burned. She was surrounded by smoke, and by heat. The fire had come into the room, and was likely all over the station. She was trapped, and destined to burn to death.

Her salvation cam when the door partially splintered under an ax blow. Andrei looked into the room with his vapor mask on his beak. “Sleepy! Come on!”

Sleepy rushed forward but was stopped by the sudden rise of fire ahead of her. “I-I can't! The fire...”

Andrei reached an arm into the crevice and through the curtain of flame, pulling back after a moment. “I'll pull you through!”

“Hurry, Andrei, I can't hold the wall much longer! I think it's burning through...” Rushing called, under some strain.

Andrei gritted his beak as he stuck his arm forward again, the fire rising higher. Sleepy stretched her leg out and felt herself grabbed and yanked through the wall of flame, the stench of burnt feathers and hair hitting her nose. “Got her! Let's move!”

The three left the station, Rushing ahead, bulling through obstacles while Andrei carried Sleepy in one arm. They escaped, but the two men needed medical attention, while Sleepy had to just helplessly watch. She was just as helpless when the inquiry blamed the fire on negligence, finding that a kitchen fire had led to the whole place coming down. Sleepy was blamed for neglecting to check the kitchen before she left it, and she lost her job.

“I got you hurt...” Sleepy whimpered, stroking a trembling hoof over Andrei's face and Rushing's horn.

“The fire is what hurt us. And I know you didn't do it,” Rushing said, long, bovine tongue licking and flicking over the bottom of Sleepy's hoof.

“We know you better. There must have been some kind of accidental spark. It happens. They just wanted someone to blame, and you were convenient. I'm sure we can prove it in time...” Andrei whispered consolingly, taking her hoof in both talons and giving it a teasing tickle with the tip of his beak.

“I don't deserve... ah!” Sleepy's shy statement was cut off by Andrei's talons sliding between her legs, twirling a blunted claw over the wet slit, gently pinching her clit between two fingers. “I really don't deserve...”

“Don't do that,” Rushing whispered, leaning his huge head in to nuzzle against Sleepy's neck, kissing up along it and over her cheek. “You invited us here, I know you wanted this...”

“She wanted sex. She thought it would make her feel good. But she hoped we wouldn't be romantic,” Andrei said softly, drawing his head down to nuzzle at Sleepy's plump belly. He slid the smooth surface of his beak along her teats, flicking the nipples with his beak tip. “That's not how it works, Sleepy. We love you.”

“Nothing changed,” Rushing breathed, consuming Sleepy's mouth with his own, his long, thick bovine tongue swirling and plunging down into Sleepy's throat. She timidly rubbed her own tongue against the girthy muscle, licking up the flesh and drinking the saliva flowing into her mouth. Warm, soft moans mumbled around the blockage, and Sleepy softly rubbed Rushing's cheeks with her hooves.

“Love's not just going to go away when life gets hard...” Andrei moved his beak down and ground the hard, smooth surface against Sleepy's juicy sex. The gentle curves and contours of the beak let him drag it around, slathering the juice around. He slid the beak over her clit, not grinding like a rougher surface might, but caressing, adoring the pleasurable button.

Andrei's beak parted, and his tongue slipped out to lick between the petals of flesh spread by his wide beak. He licked up the pony nectar and moaned deeply. The heady aroma of Sleepy's flower filled his mind, and his beak responded by pushing up, nudging at her clit, and then moving side-to-side, getting her spread wide so he could lick deeper and more firmly.

Sleepy's moans finally broke the tight press of Rushing's mouth, a small gurgling accompanying the expressions of pleasure thanks to the copious saliva and the blockage create by his fat tongue. Sleepy wrapped her lips around the tongue itself and gave it a firm, deep suckle. She turned her head to one side and then the other, bobbing on the writhing, twisting and active muscle.

Rushing seemed amused by the whole thing and endeavored to make his tongue as tentacle-like as possible. He stirred and waved it between Sleepy's lips, plunging right into her throat to make a little bulge, then pulling back to fill her mouth with the twisting length. He bulged her cheeks out as he balled up his tongue and let it wriggle about like a snake, each action making Sleepy groan and whimper, adding to the pleasure of Andrei's eating out and beak-teasing.

Andrei pulled his soaked beak from Sleepy's crotch and smiled at Rushing. “I know we're gonna give her hooves a good licking and tickling. But what about here?”

Rushing slowly pulled his tongue from Sleepy's mouth with a loud, lewd slurp, scattering saliva all over. He licked up over her lips and along her cheeks before answering. “Seems best. We can really make her feel loved and appreciated.”

Sleepy had to take a moment to recover, the words fighting past the cotton that was seemingly covering her mind. She shook her head and blinked. “Y-you mean... I can't ask you for that. It's selfish and I don't deserve it!”

“Good enough for me,” Rushing said, moving slightly away from the bed. “If she thinks she doesn't deserve it, she not only deserves it, she needs it.”

“Let's make a Sleepy Sandwich,” Andrei said with a screeching laugh. “Who goes where and gets which hoof?”

“If I fall on you after we're done can you hold me up?” Rushing asked with a chuckling tone.

“I'm a firebird, I could hold up two of you,” Andrei responded, laughing a bit. “But if I'm tired from giving it to her I don't want to deal with the extra weight. Besides, we might squash our sweet mare, and then what would we do?”

“Right. I'll take the right hoof, you get the left and you can tickle her back hooves,” Rushing said, rolling over onto his back and spreading his rear legs wide. He showed off his huge, very ovoid testicles, which fell over his rear down onto the floor. His sheath had released his long, slim bovine tool, a throbbing length of dusty pink meat.

“Why do I do the back ones alone?” Andrei asked, helping a quivering, blushing and tongue-tied Sleepy onto Rushing's muscular body.

Rushing waved his tail, a short length of an appendage with a puff on the end. “I can't reach from there. Besides, you've got the cat tail you always rave about. I've seen other griffins pick things up. Surely you can tickle with it.”

“That I can, friend,” Andrei said with a note of pride. He looked over Sleepy's body as she trembled and writhed atop Rushing. She was straddling him, her oozing sex soaking the buffalo's dark fur. Her ass was inches from the tip of the long bovine rod. “You ready, Sleepy? This is all for you...”

“I-I'm ready... and thank you... both of you... I needed to smile. And you always make me so happy...” Sleepy said softly, nuzzling against Rushing's broad chest and flicking her tail aside to show off her ample rear end to Andrei.

“Okay, Sleepy, I'll slide you back, and Rushing, you do the rest. Please try to be good at this, because I don't feel like grabbing your pole,” Andrei said, taking hold of Sleepy's body.

“You're gonna be rubbing on it in a little bit, don't get shy now,” Rushing said, giving a huge, bellowing laugh.

“You guys...” Sleepy said, rubbing her head firmly against Rushing's chest, giving a little kiss. Her tail lifted and waved around a little bit, showing the warm wetness of her slit. Andrei pulled her back slowly and she let out a long, shuddering moan as her teats ground firmly against Rushing's coarse, thick fur. “Andrei... Rushing...”

“Sleepy...” The two men said, with deep, loving rumbles. Andrei continued to pull her, while Rushing flexed his lower muscles and concentrated. His smooth cock lifted from his belly and aimed at Sleepy's snatch. He moaned out when his cock's tip was pushed against the welcoming lips. Andrei didn't slow the insertion once contact was made, making both Sleepy and Rushing groan loudly and jointly quiver in delight.

“Somebird... ah! Somebird wants to get his rocks off,” Rushing moaned out, his powerful stampeding hips thrusting his buffalo pole after Sleepy had been securely settled onto him.

Sleepy panted and sighed, rolling her warm passage along Rushing, pulling and caressing the lightly twitching length of meat. “I love how you feel...” She whispered, drawing her right hoof up to lightly press it in Rushing's face. “I love how you both feel. Never thought I'd really get to feel them both at once...”

“We'd do anything for you, Sleepy,” Rushing moaned out, rubbing his broad nose against the bottom of the hoof, snuffling and snorting the sweet fragrance of Sleepy's lotion, his hot breaths tickling the sensitive flesh of her frog. His lips nibbled the soft skin while his long and wet tongue slid up and down through the small cleft created by the triangle shape of the frog.

Sleepy giggled through her moans, squirming about in both physical pleasure and from the tickling of her hoof. She bounced her backside to ride on Rushing and express her delight. “C-come on, Andrei... it's t-time... I want your tail tickling my hoofsies, and your... your griffin pole filling me up right beside Rushing's.”

Andrei leaped up and flapped his wings, hovering over Rushing and Sleepy. His own penis had slipped from its sheath. The organ was much like Rushing's, being long and tapered at the tip. Unlike his, there were rings of backwards-pointed pyramidal nubs of semi-firm flesh on Andrei's, below the tip, a third of the way down, halfway down and at the base. Andrei slowly lowered himself, his talons stroking slowly down Sleepy's back and squeezing at her soft, ample flanks. “Time to make the dream come true...”

Andrei slowly settled himself down on Sleepy's back and nuzzled his beak at the base of her skull. He then slide his head over the left side and playfully snapped his beak towards her hoof. She turned her hoof and brought it up and back towards Andrei's mouth. He leaned in for some eager nibbles on the smooth skin, beak tapping repeatedly over her nail. His tongue slipped out to follow his friend's lead, flicking and tickling the crevice of her frog, his panting breath tickling over the moist spots.

His hips worked slowly, penis oozing a trail of precum along Sleepy's fat flank down from her tail and through the deep crack of her ass. He traced down to touch the tip to Sleepy's snatch, prodding just above Rushing's cock and slowly pushing in. “M-make some room... coming in...”

“I-it's... ah!” Sleepy arched her back and sucked in a hard breath as Andrei stretched her out with Rushing's help. Her walls trembled around the shafts as Andrei smoothly slid himself in. The backward-facing nubs just softly massaged, rubbing the ribbed surface of Sleepy's walls and the smooth flesh of Rushing's cock. “It's happening...” She sucked in a breath and let out a moan. Her giggles had halted momentarily as both males focused on penetrating her.

Rushing let out a huge bellow, his large body quivering. It was beyond a unique experience to feel a second length sliding along his own inside of Sleepy, but the strange rings of nubs on Andrei's length made it more interesting, and upped the pleasure. Just from the way Sleepy was writhing he wasn't the only one enjoying the anatomical detail. His ass flexed and drove his dick in and out against Sleepy's clutching, trembling walls, and Andrei's own meat.

Andrei gave a small shriek, head tucking down against Sleepy's neck and pushing his face in against the hoof pushed towards him. The rub of his friend's pole, squeezed together inside of their marefriend's juicy passage, was more than he had imagined. He made quick, small jerks of his leonine flanks, pumping short lengths of himself inside, working inward until his base-ring of nubs was rubbing Sleepy's stretched lips and his nuts were dangling on Rushing's rod.

All three let out a long, contented sigh once Andrei had securely settled himself inside of Sleepy along with Rushing. The trembling muscles of her vagina pulled and squeezed down along the twin poles, while warm juice ran freely out from the well-stretched entrance. With things calmed down, both males went back to her hooves. They nuzzled at the soft flesh, two different textures making the action more varied.

The damp fleshiness of Rushing's saliva-drenched snout gave way to the muscular press and ample size of his tongue. He dug into the cleft of her frog and slathered around the perimeter of the whole under-hoof. Andrei continually used the firmness of his beak to press in at the soft skin of the other forehoof, giving soft little nibbling pinches as he moved around the area. His tongue came into play less frequently as he clattered over the solid portion of her hoof, though he did take the time to tickle the area with along, smooth slurps. As planned, his tail also went to work, locating Sleepy's rear hooves and waving the tuft over the bottoms, dragging the soft fur over the sensitive spots.

Sleepy went back to giggling, breaking down into open-mouthed laughter more than once. Her body shook from the residual pleasure of simply being double-penetrated, even absent motion, and the odd delight she always got when her hooves were so wonderfully played with. She bucked her body a little, though didn't move much, finding hard muscle above and below. She was well sandwiched by her two strong, caring guys. She couldn't even speak, she could only giggle and softly moan.

Both guys understood the unspoken desire. She was having fun, but they had to do it all the way. Rushing gave a few experimental motions of his hips, pulling back and thrusting forward as best he could but found he could hardly move more than a few inches. He also let out loud, shivering moans as he ground himself against the nubs on Andrei's cock, feeling his own meat get pulled on and massaged on the back-stroke.

Andrei knew he was the one that would have to drive most of the action. He gripped Sleepy's shoulders securely, buried his face in her hoof so she could keep working, and started to thrust, giving long, slow pulls that set all three of them to moaning from the stimulation of the nubs, and then quick thrusts back in that partially knocked his hips on Sleepy's ample ass, rocking her body and sending a light 'spank' through the air.

The sounds bouncing around the room grew to be a very unusual mixture of breathy giggles, gasps that turned into sighs of delight, two different deep-toned collections of moans and grunts, and a steady, rhythmic sound of furred-flesh-on-furred-flesh. Rushing even got in on the act somewhat, steadily thrusting as far as he could, at a steady pace, in contrast with Andrei's slow removal and quick return pumps.

Sleepy, being the center of attention and primed from being both penetrated and having her hooves teased, was the one building her pleasure the fastest. She was getting everything she had ever wanted. What had been just a dream previously. The warmth was growing deep in her belly, tingling pleasantly. The feel of pleasure snaked from her clit, which Rushing was rubbing, and from her hooves, with additional throbs of delight form her squeezing, rolling, pulling stretched-out passage.

Her giggles and sighs were supplanted by shuddering moans, which were tinged with high-pitched whining. Her head tucked down and her smile pulled even wider, breath hissing out through her teeth and out of her nose. The pace quickened, body quivering in delight, the bright warmth within growing and growing until it almost seemed to burst. The pleasure spiked and felt like it was coating her insides with heated prickles.

She screamed suddenly, tossing her head back, her wings flaring suddenly beneath Andrei. She did her best to keep her hooves still, though she couldn't help kicking her rear ones, accidentally batting at Andrei's tail. Her pussy, not properly plugged given the gaps around the two rods, freely squirted hot shots of her honey, soaking Andrei's belly and balls and most of Rushing's stomach.

Sleepy slumped, panting and trembling, but still giving the odd tired giggle or muted moan. “A-amazing...” she whispered, her hooves finally slumping away from both Rushing and Andrei.

The pair continued to thrust at her, knowing it wasn't over. She had wanted the whole experience, start to finish, and they would deliver it. Both of them were leaking precum freely, and were, themselves quite close after the vise-tight dripping and eager milking of Sleepy's orgasmic walls. They were a bit beyond commentary, focusing ever more intently on their impending climaxes, especially with the hooves removed from their faces.

Rushing had been at it just a bit longer, and was getting entirely unknown stimulation. His hips began to buck and thrust more wildly as he went, deep grunts and loud snorts emerging from him. With a titanic bellow and toss of his great head he came, squirting copious amounts of his seed deep within Sleepy's clutching snatch.

Andrei's screech of climax followed on the heels of the first few jets of buffalo semen, his wings flaring out full and grand, as Sleepy's had. He rammed in hard one last time, balls pulling tight against him as he, too, shot a large quantity of thick, hot griffin spunk inside his pony lover. His flanks twitched as he drained out his essence, and his tail whipped about wildly behind him.

Andrei slumped atop Sleepy, and even Rushing listed slightly to the right as he stopped supporting himself straight on his back. Panting and soft moans filled the room, lingering aftershocks of pleasure from overly sensitized flesh rubbing against flesh. Sleepy was the first to speak, saying, “Thank you... thank you both for doing this...”

“It was all for you,” Andrei panted out. “You deserve it.”

“You deserve a lot,” Rushing huffed out, his head turned to the side. “You deserve our love, our attention... and your job back.”

“What?” Sleepy asked, pulling up a bit to look down at Rushing.

“It's true. You got railroaded. We'll prove accidental causes. Or at least get them to give you back your job,” Andrei said, kissing the top of Sleepy's head.

Sleepy just looked stunned for a moment, before she settled her head down on Rushing's chest and sighed. “You guys... tomorrow. Tonight...”

Andrei squeezed Sleepy tightly, as Rushing did as well. They didn't need to say anything. They all just settled in comfortably together. Sleepy could finally shut her eyes and drift off into a blissful slumber. With her two strong lovers offering comforting warmth and devotion her body no longer fought the urge to slumber.