As the night went on, it wasn’t long before the Clawston triplets became much livelier in Fashion Plate’s penthouse. After just a couple glasses of absinthe each, the three gryphons were giggling and blushing just as much as their host was. Of course, the reason for the pony’s reddened cheeks wasn’t just because of the alcohol he consumed. While listening to the stories that Blaze, Blade and Blane were telling, Fashion Plate’s gaze eventually moved downward from the gryphon’s faces. After Blade told that story about him and the coach’s wife, the addition of stronger alcohol helped to bring up more devious stories from the three.

And because of the naughtiness of those recollections, it was clear that Fashion Plate wasn’t the only one showing a little excitement.

The triplets were all sprawled out while side-by-side on the couch; and because of that, Fashion Plate got a front-row view of the three while in his chair. The gryphons’ legs were all spread wide apart, which left nothing unshown between their muscular legs. Even though none of them were fully erect, Fashion Plate could clearly see that above their low-hanging balls, their sheaths were sticking out amongst their smooth tan fur. And while Blaze recalled an experience he had with a Zebrican escort, Fashion Plate gulped when he saw a glimmer of red flesh peeking out from that fuzzy sheath.

“S-So apparently,” continued Blaze as his voice sounded a bit more slurred than earlier that night, “she didn’t think that I could eat her out since I don’t have any lips. BUT! As soon as I opened my beak and clamped down on her, it only took like, four licks of my tongue before she started squirting everywhere! I mean, she was like a bucking fountain, and I was just going in there like a goddessdamn buffet, you know what I’m sayin’? And with how much she was screaming out, I’m surprised the guy pulling the carriage didn’t stop until we reached our destination!”

Blade and Blane were both chuckling at their brother’s story, clearly having heard it before. But as Fashion Plate listened to the athletic gryphon’s tale, he bit his lip with a blush as he saw the tip of Blaze’s member peeking out even more from his sheath. “Hey, wait a minute,” asked Blade as he glanced over at his brother and asked, “Was that before that one show I did in the capital? Because I think I know who you’re talkin’ about! I remember seein’ a girl walkin’ all wobbly-legged towards the restroom!”

“That was probably her!” After a small snicker, the gryphon groaned and readjusted himself on the couch. When Blaze pulled himself back so he was in a more upright position, Fashion Plate’s blush deepened a bit as the sight of the gryphon’s sheathe sticking out more clearly between his legs. Fortunately, the stallion was able to mask his reaction by taking another drink from his appletini.

“Hey, how about you?” asked Blane with his grinning beak pointed towards Fashion Plate. “You got any good stories to tell?”

The pony paused momentarily with his glass still pressed against his lips. Even though he had more than a few stories of his own, Fashion Plate was a little apprehensive when he used his magic to place his glass back on the table. “W-Well,” began the unicorn feebly while looking away from the triplets with a blush. He rubbed his hooves together before admitting with a bashful glance back at them, “that depends… are we only swapping stories about women?”

If he were to be honest, Fashion Place almost expected the three to turn silent, or look a little uncomfortable at the realization of that kind of statement. But instead, the triplets just made a unified “Ahhhh” with their brows raised. “Eh, it’s fine if you have something else,” assured Blane with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “I mean, you met our brother and his fiancè, remember? We’re pretty open-minded.”

Of all the things he could’ve heard his guests say, that last statement was enough to make Fashion Plate grow an especially keen grin on his muzzle. Feeling like he was in front of a jackpot, the stallion decided to press his luck as he picked his drink back up with his magic. “Well, if you guys are interested… I do have an interesting tale about nabbing a straight stallion without him realizing it~”

Fashion Plate his his smirk as he took one last sip of his appletini, hoping at least one of the three would grab the bait. Fortunately for him, Blade grinned and leaned back against the couch. “Ho boy, wha’cha do?”

The stallion giggled while placing his empty glass aside. “Oh, alright! It was a couple years ago during a social in Canterlot, and it was also one of the first parties I attended as the head of Cosmare Magazine. I was also helping to supervise a photoshoot happening there since a lot of models were in attendance. Anyway, while chatting with a few ponies, I caught sight of one of the stallion models from the rival publisher, Filly Talk. Well, I tried to have a nice little talk with him, but I realized pretty soon that he was only interested in mares. And let me tell you, this guy was stunning! I mean, I’m surprised I didn’t slip on my own drool! And after a few drinks, I was absolutely determined to get this guy…”

As he spoke, Fashion Plate prepared himself another appletini from the cart he brought into the living room by the couch. By now, a large majority of the bottles were at least half-empty due to the triplets, but the host didn't mind too much. “So anyway,” he continued with a guilty giggle, “I ended up getting the craziest idea imaginable! Since not many ponies there knew who I was, I figured I could get away with a little disguise to sway that stallion towards my direction. So, I snuck into the dressing room for the models while nopony was looking, and got myself dolled up with a little makeup and some skimpy clothes…”

“Whooo-ho-hoah!” Blane’s eyes widened in surprise as he realized where this story was heading. “You’re serious, bruh?”

“What could I say?” said Fashion with a shrug and an innocent roll of his eyes. “I wanted him, and I was drunk. Anyway, the dressing room had quite a lot of outfits to choose from, so I ended up looking quite delicious when I was all done. I had on some good makeup, a cute pair of striped stockings on my back legs, and a short little miniskirt that just barely hid a pair of pink panties underneath…”

As he went into detail, Fashion Plate studied the three gryphons like a detective looking for facial ticks during an interrogation. The stallion was hoping for just the slightest brow raise or blush to appear on the triplets, just to ensure that his idea would be a feasible one. He also kept a close eye on the lower regions on the three, just in case any of his words brought up anything. While speaking, Fashion Plate crossed one of his hind legs over the other so that his own excitement could be concealed.

“And my mane back then was a bit longer than it is now, so I didn’t need a wig or anything to make sure I looked like a filly. And let me tell you, I caught quite a few eyes as I strolled out and went to the bar where the guy was. I mean, with the figure I have, I don’t think there was a single stallion who thought I was a guy! To them, I just looked like a slutty little mare who wanted a good time with some bigger guys…”

Fashion secretly hoped that description wasn’t too obvious of a hint, but he was pleased to see he had their attention. Blaze had his eyes narrowed on him with a small smirk, clearly curious as to where this story went. Blade looked equally as interested, and even moved his hind legs closer together so he wasn’t sprawled out in his seat. But the one reaction that Fashion Plate caught the most was Blane’s, whose eyes were looking the stallion up and down ever so slowly. While pausing to take a sip of his drink, Fashion Plate innocently dangled one of his hind legs out for a stretch, which conveniently showed the curvature of his legs and the plumpness of his flank.

Blane soon crossed his hind legs together, his beak clenched shut as he peered away briefly. Fashion Plate silently chuckled to himself before continuing his story.

“So when I finally met back up with the guy,” said Fashion Plate while swirling his appletini in his glass, “he had absolutely no clue it was me! And since I already talked with him earlier, I knew what to say to get him all happy and loose. I also made it pretty clear that I was interested in talking with him in a more private spot. And since he was just as tipsy as I was, I wasn’t afraid to give him some clear indications regarding what I’d let him do with me~”

Fashion Plate then giggled before taking another sip, just so his throat wouldn’t get hoarse before getting to the meat of his story. However, what he didn’t expect was to hear Blane ask curiously during that pause, “Like what?”

The stallion peered back up at the gargantuan gryphon, who was sitting with a small blush underneath his feathered cheeks. Fashion couldn’t tell if that was because of the alcohol, or because of Blane’s question. Nevertheless, he smirked before answering in a casual voice, “Oh, the usual things, I suppose. Whispering dirty ideas into his ear, offering him to see underneath my skirt, rubbing his thigh with a hoof…”

Just thinking about that day was making Fashion Plate grow flustered as well. After a naughty huff while readjusting himself in his chair, the stallion breathed out with a shudder. “And I remember he became grabby pretty quickly as well. We weren’t even off in a restroom before he started feeling up my flank! Luckily his hooves were around my butt more than anyplace else, so I wasn’t too worried about getting caught.”

“Oh, really?” asked Blaze with a brow raised in suspicion. “And how exactly did he react when you took those panties off? I can’t imagine you were able to hide your boner for that long in that sort of thing.”

“Welllll…” After leaning back in his chair, the stallion’s smirk widened as he answered pertly, “When a petite filly turns around with her skirt lifted up and lets you give it to her from behind, are you really going to pay that much attention to the front?~”

Even though he stifled a laugh from that remark, Blaze couldn’t exactly object to that question either. Meanwhile, Blane’s eyes were widened as he sat in silence, still looking up and down the stallion with reddened cheeks. Blade just scoffed and shook his head in dismissal. “Oi, I dunno, mate. I find it kinda hard to believe you could pull off something like that.”

Fashion Plate tilted his head with a coy smirk. “Oh? And why not?”

“I’m just sayin’, you clearly look like a stallion! I doubt a skirt and some makeup would make you look like a mare that easily!”

Blade then chuckled while picking up a near empty bottle of whipped cream-flavored vodka. Since it was such a small amount, the gryphon decided to down it straight from the bottle while Blaze interjected with, “Oh, come on, Bladey-Boy! Remember when you did drag?”

Fashion Plate’s eyes grew especially wide while Blade spat out his vodka violently. “HEY!” roared the skinny gryphon with a nasty snarl back at his brother. “You bloody PROMISED you wouldn’t mention that!”

“Yeah, to Mom and Dad,” replied Blaze in correction while motioning to the wide-eyed host. “I’m not breaking any promises by telling him.”

While Blade clenched his beak tightly while glaring at the more muscled gryphon, Fashion turned his focus towards Blane. “So, should I ask?”

“You better not,” interrupted Blade warningly. However, Blane scoffed and waved away his brother’s statement with his claw.

“Eh, nothing big,” answered the massive gryphon casually. “Back in high school we learned of all-girl’s school not too far from our place. And since Blade here was convinced that they were all nymphos like him, he decided to dress up in a schoolgirl outfit and sneak in.”

“DUDE!” With the way Blade was gawking at his larger brother, it was clear that he didn’t want that story to be revealed to the giggling Fashion Plate. Of course, it didn’t help when Blaze added to the tale.

“Oh, it gets better! Because he was super skinny back then, he managed to not get caught until the end of the school day! He just roamed the halls of the school in full makeup looking for action, and nobody caught on because he refused to talk! Blane and I thought he actually got some until he was chased from the school by a couple security guards!”

“Hey!” retorted Blade before saying in a less than honest-sounding squawk, “I DID get some!”

“Yeah,” said Blane with a roll of his eyes, “until she saw your erection and realized you weren’t another lesbian!”

While Blane and Blaze laughed at their scowling brother’s expense, Fashion Plate just giggled as a randy grin crept across his muzzle. An especially devious idea was coming into his mind, although he was unsure whether or not it’d actually work. While he thought it over, he heard Blade grumble with his forelegs crossed, “Whatever. I was gonna say it was a strap-on.”

“Oh, come on,” slurred Blaze towards his brother while pointing back at the stallion. “I’m just saying that if you could get away with it, so could he.”

“I think the cirstan… cir… circumhance…” Due to his train of thought getting a bit cloudy, Blade shook his head and came up with a simpler word. “I think what he did was a little different from me, alright?”

“Oh yeah?” asked Fashion Plate with a devilish smile pointed at Blade. When the gryphons all looked back at him curiously, the pony decided to say confidently, “Because I bet I’d look better than you~”

All three of the triplets stared back at Fashion Plate with wide, unblinking eyes. After a few seconds of silence, Blade was the first to make a response as he narrowed his eyes on him with a hint of confoundment. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying,” continued Fashion with a smirk as his eyes narrowed back at the skinny gryphon, “I was able to actually get a guy’s interest when I was all dolled up. I doubt that you could get that same effect.”

“Oh, whatever!” Blade huffed with his forelegs crossed while his beak pointed away from the cocky pony. “I wasn’t tryin’ to get a guy’s attention when I did it!”

“No,” interjected Blaze with a shrug, “but you did try to make yourself look sexy enough to grab some attention.”

While Blade growled at his muscled brother, Blane kept his sights on Fashion Plate while his talons tapped against the seat of the couch. His silence only lasted a couple seconds, but it was long enough for Fashion to notice. “You know what?” blurted Blane with a brief glance back at the other two gryphons, “I bet he would look better.”

Fashion Plate’s grin widened immensely. Meanwhile, Blade just gawked back at his brother like he was just insulted. “Oh, really?!”

“What?” asked Blane with his claws raised in innocence. “I’m just saying as your brother, that he would probably look hotter in drag than you.”

Even with that emphasized detail, Blade rolled his eyes with a groan. “Whatever! I’m a bloody sex-god on stage! I could wear a jumpsuit made of meat and get girls wet!”

Fashion Plate dangled his hindleg teasingly as he sat and listened, waiting for the right moment to get his plan into motion.

“Ehhhhh…” Blaze had a claw up with a pivoting motion as he tried to speak from a more neutral standpoint. “I mean, you do get a lot of women, but I think guys are a bit different. I’m not sure how good you’d look to a guy if you were dolled up now.”

Blade glared back at him while pointing towards Fashion Plate. “I bet I’d look better than him!”

Before the gryphon could realize what he just said, Fashion Plate took the moment to say with a determined smile, “Prove it.”

Blinking a couple times in confoundment, Blade turned his attention towards the stallion and asked, “Whad’ya mean prove it?”

“I mean...” Fashion Plate leaned forward in his seat while eyeing down Blade, and made sure to keep his legs crossed so none of the gryphons could see that he was sporting a semi already. “I happen to have some garments from a photoshoot I held here the other day. I had them cleaned, and I’m sure they could fit both of our sizes…”

Blade’s eyes grew just as wide as his brothers. While Fashion snuck a glance over at the now clearly blushed Blane, Blaze asked with a grin of his own, “Wait a minute! Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“Mmhmm~” hummed the smirking unicorn back at him. “If your brother is soooo confident with his claim, then maybe we should see who would look the best right now!”

Blade’s beak was gaped open in shock, unable to make an adequate response to their host’s suggestion. However, Blaze and Blane stared over at one another silently like they wanted to give it some thought. After Blaze shrugged with his claws raised, Blane did the same and turned towards Fashion Plate. “Hey, if Blade’s up for it, we’re down to judge.”

“Hey, HEY!” piped Blade as he pointed at both of his brothers insistently. “I never agreed to anything!”

Blaze responded with, “Well, you did bet you’d look better than him. You better put your money where your beak is.”

“And if I remember hearing correctly,” added Fashion Plate as he narrowed his eyes on the reluctant guest, “you specifically said that you never turned down a bet. Right?~”

Blade sat with a stoically wide-eyed look of regret as a heavy blush exploded across his face. Both of his brothers nudged him from the sides teasingly with evil grins on their beaks. “Come on, Blade,” jeered Blaze with a low cackling tone. “You know you gotta.”

“And remember,” piped Fashion with a teasing glance towards Blane, “I’ll be dressed up too~”

Blane took one look at the stallion’s lustrous smirk before quickly turning away while pulling his legs closer together. “B-Besides,” he blurted towards his brother in support, “maybe you’ll end up winning! If that happens, we won’t mess with you about it or anything.”

Blade was sure that was a lie, but he also knew that there wasn’t much he could say to get himself out of this. He dug his own grave, so the least he could do was take it like a man. So after a deep breath, as well as a hearty swig from one of the random bottles on the cart, the skinny gryphon shuddered before admitting defeat. “Oh… dammit, alright! Bet’s on!”

“YEAH!” shouted Blaze and Blane at the same time as they pumped their claws. Fashion Plate seemed quite happy as well, and was the first to hop out of his chair to get things started. Meanwhile, Blade sat with his head hunched low while a look of apprehension was plastered across his face.

“Oh, don’t be so worried, Blade” assured Fashion as he trotted towards the stairs to his loft. When his front hooves touched the steps, he paused and smirked back at the three. “Who knows? Maybe it’ll be fun for both of us~” When he saw Blane looking back at him, the stallion innocently flicked his tail before trotting up the steps to gather his things. He wasn’t able to see Blane’s reaction to that move, but he hoped that it made the gryphon at least a little flustered.

While Blane settled back in his seat with a clenched beak and a confused blush on his face, Blade decided to pick up the bottle of absinthe that was left half-empty on the cart. “You know what?” said the gryphon as he went to pour himself a straight shot. “If I’m doin’ this, I wanna be drunk.”

After glancing back at each other briefly, Blaze and Blane shrugged before joining him for shots of their own. “Eh, what the heck?” said Blaze as he got himself a glass as well. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Author's Note

Announcer's voice: "Blaze would regret that statement the next day."