Dominant Species: Tales from the Shop Keeper

Dominant Species. Tales From the Shop Keeper
02
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“Welcome back to my humble shop of pleasure. I'm your host, Trip Elex.” A grin is flashed. “Today, I have a wonderful tale of a one sided love, between a pony and a Gryphon.”

Trip 'Alex' Elex walks over and sits down. “Best you get comfortable, because this is going to be quite a tale.”
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Hoovington, a small town on the eastern coast of Equestria. A young mare landed outside town and folded her wings. Her horn glowed for a moment and pulled a note from her saddlebags.

Wait, wings AND a horn? Was she a Princess? No, she is a race of Pony called a Pegacorn.

Pegacorn? Ah yes, let me explain. They are winged Unicorns, but are not the same breed as our wonderful Princesses, whom are Alicorns. They are not quite as fast as Pegasus, nor as adept at magic as a Unicorn, but more of a balance between the two.

Well, the mare, being new to town, heck, being new to Equestria, had traveled far from her desert homeland, seeking a chance to start a new life.

Her soft gray coat and striking, short black mane caught the attention of the local ponies, even before they spotted her horn. Her striking, lightening blue eyes just added to her exotic features.

The mare was accustomed to being stared at, especially outside her homeland, so she didn't mind much as she approached an inn of stone and wood. Upon entering, she approached the inn keeper.

“Good day Sir, I was looking for a place to stay while I sought a place to settle down.” Her voice was soft, with an odd lilt too it.

The inn keeper, an aging Unicorn, looked at the strange pony and nodded. “Sure, I welcome all travelers.” His eyes fell on her short horn and he blinked. “Are you a Unicorn using a wing spell? I've seen such a thing only once before.”

The Pegacorn mare smiled. “Goodness, no. I'm a Pegacorn. What you see is what you get.”

He smiled, glancing at her cutie mark, a simple blue heart with wings. “Let me show you too your room.” He smiled and lead her too one of the available rooms. Actually, there was only one room available, which was in the attic.

“Sorry, but this is the only available room. Tell you what? Five bits per day, sound good?”

The mare glanced around the somewhat dusty room, the small cot and the dusty dresser. “It will do, thank you.” She payed for a week. “I do have a question, where might I find some work? I'm not adept at controlling weather, and my only magic is levitation. Still, I'm a decent flier. I worked as a delivery mare in my homeland.”

“Hmm, I'm certain Equestria Post could always use another pony for deliveries. Let me write down the address.”
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The mare entered the local post office and spotted only three others present.

A young Pegasus mare with the same gray coat as herself, but with a blond mane and tail, and a pair of somewhat uneven eyes. She was just dropping off a package.

The older Earth Pony behind the counter was the one accepting the package. He glanced at the newcomer and nodded.

The third, this caught the mare by surprise, was a male Gryphon, considerably larger than the typical pony. He wore a vest with the postal service wings on the side. He eyed her, but didn't make any moves to greet her.

One the Pegasus mare left, the Pegacorn approached the counter. “Hello. My name is Evening Breeze. I'm new to Equestria, and I'm looking for work.”

“Welcome Evening Breeze. I'm Mail Call. Have you any experience with postal delivery?” He asked a moment before a scroll floated onto the desk. He looked surprised, having only noticed her wings before. He could now see the tip of her horn, glowing blue, through her mane. “Well, don't often see a winged unicorn.”

“I get that a lot.” Breeze smiled at Mail Call.

He smiled back, a little unsure how to deal with this pony. He only knew of two other ponies with both wings and horns. They happened to be the ruling Princesses of Equestria. Was she related to them somehow? He decided to to worry as he unrolled the scroll and read it. “Ah, your resume looks pretty good. You've worked delivery before, so you obviously know what you're doing.”

Mail Call waved to the Gryphon. “Rothar, looks like you finally have that help you requested for the Everfree Border rout.”

The Gryphon rose from his seat and walked over, towering a full three hands over the slender Pegacorn. He looked her over and nodded. “If you say so. It's a dangerous run, delivering mail to all the town that border the Everfree Forest.”

“I'm used to delivering dangerous places. My homeland is all desert and mountains.” Breeze smiled a pretty smile.

Rothar grinned. “Well, I guess I should show you the rout before putting you too work.”
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For three days in a row, Rothar would fly Evening Breeze over the rout, as well as some short trips off the usual path.

Evening Breeze was quite a friendly pony, and seemed a little docile by nature.

The more Rothar got to know her, the more he liked her, the more he wanted her.

But Ponies almost never took any form of romantic interest in Gryphons, and he could tell she was no different. While nice and polite, she would shy away when his temper would start welling up.

Rothar was somewhat of an outcast even among the Gryphons. While he was stronger than a pony, he was weak compared to his own kind.

Evening breeze was a good flier, perhaps average for a Pegasus, and her magic was limited to simple levitation.

But that was not what Rothar was finding interesting about her. It was her somewhat docile nature. Perhaps, if they could not have a romantic relationship, they could have a different form of relationship.

It was evening on the third day when Rothar turned to the mare. “Say, Breeze, there's a place I deliver mail too on occasion nearby. I should show you.”

“Oh, of course.” Breeze smiled softly. “Lead on Sir.”

Rothar flew ahead, hiding his grin.

Breeze was following him to his own home, hidden in a mountain spire just outside the Everfree Forest. He landed on the well hidden entrance and looked back.

Breeze landed next to him and looked into the cave. “Somepony lives here?”

“Well, kinda. The home is further in, so to deliver here, you'd have to know the path. It's a little maze.” Rothar lead the unsuspecting mare through the winding passages. He knew that if you didn't know where too look, you could easily get lost in here.

“And here we are.” He stopped at an opening in the side of the passage. It was covered by a curtain, which he pushed aside. “Come in.”

“But, what about the owner?” Breeze asked.

“Oh, I'm the owner.” He grinned and grabbed the mare suddenly, pulling her inside and pinning her too the stone floor.

Breeze gasped as he wrapped a claw around her throat. He was far stronger than she was, and quickly passed out.
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Breeze awoke and gasped for breath. She looked around and heard a strange clink of metal. She felt something around her neck. Her hooves came up too feel a sturdy collar with a lock about her throat, as well as a strong chain that was connected to the stone wall.

“Wh... what's going on here?”

“Welcome to my home.” Rothar stepped into view. “You belong to me now. And don't think of using your magic on the lock or chains. They are cast from cold iron, the bane of magic.” He laughed.

Breeze backed away from Rothar. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why? Simple, because you were foalish enough to enter the lair of a Gryphon.” Rothar laughed. “And now you are my slave.” He pounced and grabbed the chain, pulling her forward. “From this day on, you will do whatever I tell you too do, and you will let me do whatever I want too do too you.”

“But... This isn't right...”

Rothar laughed and pinned the mare down. “My dear little slave, we are outside the borders of Equestria, and you are not a citizen of these lands. You have no rights there, so I can own you if I want too.”

Breeze screamed as Rothar mounted her, and again as he thrust forward, his barbed penis penetrating her virgin vagina.

Rothar groaned at how tight she was. He had always dreamed of being able to own a pony of his own, and now, he did. He grinned as she struggled, unable to escape as he started raping her. No, not raping, he did own her after all, according to Gryphon laws at least.

It hurt, having his penis inside her, but it also felt good. Breeze screamed again as he started pounding her, making her wet, and making the pain of her torn hymen fade away. Her creams started to fade into moans as the sensations were taking over. Still, she was crying from fear and disgust.

His long, slender cock reached deep inside her, his claws gripping onto her wings tightly as he kept pounding, making wet, slapping sounds.

“P... Please stop...” She cried.

“No, you are mine, and I will do whatever I want. Just be glad we Gryphon don't eat Pony flesh anymore.” Rothar laughed, then started fucking her harder, pushing in as deep as he could into her soft, tight pussy.

The sensations were new to Breeze, and as much as she hated this, the feelings were getting better, and better. She gasped, then let out a soft cry as she climaxed, her already tight pussy clamping around Rothar's cock.

He grunted, the sudden tightening causing him too loose control of himself. He felt his cock twitch, then spill out his seed into her. He pumped more and more, forcing ever drop he could into his mare.

Finally he was done, and pulled out of the gasping mare. Her pussy was dripping wet, a mix of her own juices, a little blood, and plenty of his own cum.

“Oh yea, and you were a virgin too. This pleases me even more.” He laughed and walked away. He returned a little while later with a wooden bowl filled with water, and a clawful of dry hay. “Eat, drink. I'll be wanting to play with you some more before I return to work with the tale of how you were caught by the wind and pulled into the Everfree Forest, never too be seen again.” He laughed as he left the small cavern Breeze was locked up in.

Breeze cried herself too sleep. She was a slave, to a cruel Gryphon... Would she ever be free from this fate?
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“Oh what a terrible fate for anypony too suffer.” Alex frowned. “Such a sad fate indeed.”

Alex then grins, and there is a twinkle in his eye. “This story isn't over just yet mind you, and it will continue later, but not anytime too soon, so just be patient.” He laughed heartily as his horn glowed, and he vanishes from sight.
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The end of Chapter two.
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Author's Note:
Oh how cruel of me to do such a thing to such a fine mare.
Now, no flames about her being a horned unicorn. Evening Breeze is a Pegacorn, a normal pony as explained in the story. She is NOT an Alicorn, which is a different species of pony all together, in my fanon at least.
I've used Pegacorn in a couple other stories. Not quite as strong a flier as a Pegasus, and not quite as adept at magic as a Unicorn, usually limited to something directly related to their talent.