Nearly 500 years before the rediscovery of the Elements of Harmony, Equestria was still a growing nation. In times like these few were relied upon like the Merchants. They brought goods to either end of the nation be it food, materials for shelter, weapons, medicine, and so forth. But it was a much more dangerous era back then, and the roads were not always safe to travel.
So along came an unlikely merchant who revolutionized the trade by simply taking the roads out of the equation. A griffon named Goliath, half tiger with the rest Golden Eagle, born on the shores of Equestria by the rolling seas, he knew early on how important it was to provide for others, raised on pony ideals as he was. He loved gliding a ship over the seas, and one day had the idea of gliding a ship among the clouds. It took years, decades even, but as he approached his 30's after so long a life of backbreaking work he had done it.
His ship named the Sky Bandit was the first of her kind, first to forsake the barnacle infested seas in favor of the great open skies. It revolutionized the trading industry, and the patents for the ship alone granted him many Royal Warrants for precious goods. For a Griffon not quite so given to greed, he was quite wealthy.
Still, he would have traded it all away for the sake of something far more precious. His children, pony foals he had picked up on one of his travels, and raised them as his young.
And now being the parent to a colt on the cusp of independence was no easy task. With this, Goliath would probably be familiar, seeing as his beloved son, Midnight Song, was mere months away from his seventeenth birthday. Dawn tagged along far behind, at a mere fourteen years of age, and it seemed they had no plans to leave once they reached adulthood; it seemed Goliath would have plenty of time with his children to come.
Here before him, though, was a chance for something that he might never had considered before: a clutch of his own, genetically related, hatchlings. He was currently in a meeting in his captain's quarters with a sprightly young legal consultant, a hippogriff like himself. But judging from the subtle smells she was putting off despite her perfume and the way her eyes lingered on his body a bit more than they ought to normally, he had a fairly sizable chance of scoring tonight if he wished, and played his cards right.
Spell, Song, and Dawn were in bed, sound asleep. It was time for the aging Griffon to put that silver tongue of his to work in perhaps his hardest task yet.
He smiles, and sits by a table as he says, "Sorry for putting this off to such a tiresome hour, my lady. Coffee?" He walks to a side of the room, the end of his lion tail flicking softly, a sign of interest.
"'My lady?'" she teases him, taking the coffee and blowing on it softly as it cooled. "Maybe you're a little older than I thought. Either way, it's a pleasure to see you again, Goliath." She returns his warm smile, and noted the languid, yet lively movements of his tail. He seemed to be in a good mood.
The two of them had met twice before, over comparatively bigger things. However, this meeting was more of a formality. The griffon was named Tiria, and under her wing was a thin folder of papers that they had spent hours debating over, and which were at last finalized. This meeting was for the signature, Goliath certifying to abide by the rules of the trade union in return for their partnership and assured non-intrusion into his affairs.
"And I must apologize for taking this long to get the documents ready," she returned, setting down the folder in question upon his desk. "You must understand how it is, red tape and all that. Seems like I had to run it by every bloody member of the union before I could get it to you."
He chuckles, "I'm not surprised, I know my experience in the trade has left many purses a bit short from the success of my crew."
He preens an old feather from his wing, and nips the tip to make it a quill for the signature. Stepping up beside her he offers a warm smile, "Still, perhaps things will be a bit better this time, and I can share my earnings with the union without losing them entirely. I'll admit I've missed working with you Tiria."
"And I you, Goliath." Tiria seemed friendly enough, but her voice carried a tone of forced affability. Perhaps she was making a conscious effort to convince herself that she wasn't feeling any attraction to the older griffon. Of course, he wasn't the first this day. When she was experiencing this part of her cycle, it seemed the baser parts of her mind wished to hop into bed with anything that moved. She was quite used to resisting this insistent part of her mind, and was trying to ignore it as best she could.
Clearing her throat, she spread out the papers and pointed silently to the areas Goliath was meant to sign. Once she'd gotten his signature, she finished off the last of her coffee and said, rather sheepishly, "It seems rather anticlimactic at this point, but... that's really all I had for you. If you have no questions about your new involvement with the Union, I'll just be going now." Laying eyes on him expectantly, she shuffled the papers back into their folder and moved to stand.
"Actually I would," he says, getting the kettle to give her a refill. "Much has changed in the in we workings I imagine. I'd like to make sure what I know of my new partners is somewhat relevant before stepping among the Timberwolves once more."
He focused intently on filling her cup, and once he is done he can't help his eyes from darting to her flanks, though like any gentleman he looks away quickly. He does want this, but he won't be seen as a brute in how he goes about it. Returning the kettle to the pot of firestones on the shelf nearby, he flicks his tail a bit more as he thinks carefully on how to phrase his next sentence.
"After all, I wouldn't want my more recent plans to be cast astray by my professional life."
"Recent plans, you say?" Tiria accepted the new cup and settled into her seat once more. She was... actually quite relieved to have an excuse to have a simple rest and conversation for a moment. Her own tail curled around the leg of her seat, and she adjusted her suit to sit better on her shoulders as she sat back comfortably. "I don't see what any of the Union can do about it. I've seen how you do deals, and I can probably count the number of Union members who could set you back on both hands."
"That said, you'll probably do far better trying to work with the Union than against their interests. It's not my place to judge their conduct, only to be their liaison for new members, which you are. It's kind of tiring, to be honest. Thanks for the coffee, by the way." She lifted the cup with a smile in his direction before sipping it. "Keep talking as long as you want, if it means I don't have to go back to work. Hee hee."
He chuckles, and nods, taking his own seat just around the corner from her. "Well if that is your opinion feel free to stay for the evening. I'll vouche, and say you fell ill if you're needed back at the Union."
Taking a sip of his own coffee he stretches his wings a bit, and shifts to stretch without standing. It has an effect of showing how well built in muscles he's kept himself, even at his age, which even for a spry stud would have been moderately impressive. "Besides, perhaps you can advise me with my plans. You see they're more personal than business, and I would rather the Union not be able to make buisness hard enough on me I cannot pursue them."
"If they're really that personal, why share them with me?" Goliath's subtle attempt at showing off wasn't lost on Tiria, and she took note. For a griffon fully ten years older than her, he didn't show it. The consciousness of that fact only made that little lusty part of her brain a slight bit louder.
She swallowed, more out of self-consciousness than anything else. "Still, I pride myself on being a good advisor all around. Tell me what your plans are, then." Grasping the cup between both taloned hands, she leaned forward on the desk to listen.
"Quite simple," he says. "I know my best years are slipping away, and my children are quickly growing up... I'm coming up on a point in my life where I'd love nothing more than to raise a clutch of my own eggs, have a lovely hen to call my own... A family for my bloodline, you see?"
Well, that was certainly... quite forward of him. Tiria suppressed a blush, the only evidence of her quiet perturbation being the way she awkwardly gripped her mug. "Well, then. I wouldn't say your best years are quite gone yet," she pointed out. "After all, you do seem quite... fit for your age." She shot his chest, the same feathered mass he had bared to her a few seconds ago, a meaningful glance. "With that body, I don't think you'll have to try all that hard to find a hen who'll bear your eggs."
"You think so?" He grins to her over his mug, deciding to abandon pretense. "Would you know of such a lady...?"
Tiria drummed her fingers down the side of the mug, thinking quietly. Goliath was probably one of the better folks she had met in all her years working with the Union, and undoubtedly a responsible parent from what she'd seen of his children and how well he cared for them. Still, she had her fair share of hesitations.
Deciding to play along, she shrugged affably. Speaking of herself, she voiced her concerns. "I do know one young hen who's been looking to bear a clutch for a while now. But as busy as she is, she probably can't support the hatchlings on her own. If she had a sure, stable place to raise them, and a better-paying job to provide, well..." She raised an eyebrow at him, meeting his gaze. "She might consider letting you father them."
He nods, "Sounds like a wonderful female down to the bones. I would suggest raising them here on the Sky Bandit, nothing like the hard labor of working a ship to teach one some principles in life. Of course I wouldn't like to take them from their mother for long voyages. Perhaps I ought to spend a good bit of time getting to know her very well... Or does she perhaps know me already...?"
A slow smile crept across Tiria's face. "You're in luck, old man," the griffon teased him, pushing away her coffee mug as she swallowed the last drop. "Because she's known you for quite a while, and likes what she sees. And maybe it's physiology or whatever, but she's REALLY in the mood to make a clutch tonight. Hee hee... I trust the little ones are tucked away in bed?"
"Quite so," he purrs, setting his mug down before standing, and striding around the table to look her over openly. His tail flicks harder as he approaches, pressing his chest softly to her side as he nips at the back of her neck with the tip of his beak.
"Quite forward, don't you think?" Tiria didn't pull away, and smirked mischievously. "Hope you know what you're getting into. You sure you've still got the stamina in you to satisfy a youngster like me?" Leaning back, she began to loosen the buttons around the neck of her suit. "After all, this isn't my first time, and let me tell you. There's nothing more disappointing than what seems to be a promising buck like yourself tiring out after the first ten minutes."
He chuckles, "I strong-arm an entire crew once a week, and spend as much time in the rigging as I do at the wheel." He shrugs off his vest, leaving him in the buff. Then he presses a little harder to her, urging her towards his bunk as he runs his claws softly over her her rump.
"Hey, don't get pushy," she cautioned, standing up and meeting him eye-to-eye. "I'm not one of those delicate sunflower hens from the mainland. Here at the ports, a woman learns to stand up for herself, and I-" She ran a finger through the soft feathers of his chest, smiling lewdly, "have just as much say in this as you." She pulled away from him and sauntered through the door to his private quarters, beckoning cheekily over her shoulder for him to follow.
He narrows his eyes, but smiles playfully as he follows her, wondering what she has in mind leading him out on deck, as his office is his quarters.
Tiria let her hips sway behind her as she surveyed the deck on the way to the center mast. It was empty at this time of night, as she expected. There was no need to post watch when the Sky Bandit was docked, and most of the crew was on shore leave anyway. They would have the crow's nest all to themselves.
Once she had reached the crow's nest, and waited for Goliath to arrive as well, she sat down on her rump, her tail waving behind happily. "I always prefer to do it out under the open sky, if I can. It just feels more... natural for a griffon, don't you think?" She winked at him, before leaning back against the wooden wall of the platform, and beginning to undo her suit completely, eventually discarding it to reveal beautifully maintained feathers along with a set of some unswelled teats along her underbelly.
Goliath lands on the edge of the crow's nest, letting his wings stay open a moment as he climbs down beside her. Looking her over he mutters, "How are you still single...?"
Tiria sighed, and shrugged her shoulders. "The ones that are nice enough can't afford it, and the ones that can afford it turn out to be pricks. What can I say? You, though... I think you're a pretty good mix of both." Spreading her rear legs, she snuck two talons down to either side of her puffy pink slit and pulled them apart, exposing the moist interior. Chuckling, she gave him a flirty look. "Like what you see?"
He licks his lips softly, and purrs louder. Turning he lifts a leg, showing off a member well above average with a flirty look of his own. "You tell me..." Then he extends a wing to touch to her clit with the tips of his feathers.
She wiggled as a shiver shot up her spine. "Oho, do I ever. They say snakes never stop growing, I guess in your case it's true." She stretched out her own wing to brush lengthwise against his, and beckoned him closer with a talon. "How do you like to do this, hm?"
He steps closer, "How about you just take a guess..." Then he rears up, and mounts her, thrusting into her with practiced ease before reaching under her to grope her crotch tits.
"O-oh!" Tiria was surprised by Goliath's sudden dominance, and couldn't decide whether she liked it or not. Still, her pussy didn't lie, and the pleasure setting it alight told her that this merchant captain planned on giving her a good time on this starry night. So she rested her head on the wooden railing, letting out a soft "mmm" and letting him have his way with her for the time being. He would find those unused teats soft, yet pulled tight, not yet swollen with milk as they would be in a few months should things keep going the way they were.
"Slow down there, big boy. Haven't used these parts in far too long." Her tail curled around his barrel and she pushed backwards into him. "You seem experienced. How many hens do you think you've bedded before me, eh?"
"Hens... none," he replies as he starts to thrust slowly. "A few mares though, either a cider too far, or down on their luck when they owed me a debt. One nights the lot of them... But not tonight..." He rubs her tits as best he can, sinking his talons into them as the low rumble of a tiger growl builds in his chest.
"Should have figured. Hens are in short supply around here. Whew... size sure doesn't lie in your case." As he dragged out of her, she could feel her body light up with animal pleasure, such a welcome relief after the stresses of her daily work. "Bet you were happy to see me, huh?" She gave him a teasing flick with her wings, at the same time beginning to curl her fluffy tail around his balls and fondle them gently.
He shudders, wrapping his wings around her. "Ngh, and you? You don't feel like a virgin..."
Tiria giggled. "I told you, this isn't my first rut. But all the rest pulled out before the big finish. You get the honor of finishing inside this hen for the first time... Aren't you excited?" She teased his sack with her tail, and let herself rest in the warm comfort of his wings. She didn't much care if he finished early; after all, any griffon worth his salt could stand more than a few climaxes.
She was wet, very wet in all the important areas. Goliath's prick was slimy with female cum already, and every slow thrust dragged out drooling streams of the sticky substance. She wasn't all that tight, but she was still soft and pleasurable to his shaft, as a hen ought to be.
Grinning he picks up the pace, pinching her nipples as he drapes his neck over her shoulder in possessiveness. Groaning the rumble of his purr can be felt in the base of her wings as their hips start to slam together.
"Yeah, that's more like it... Mmmnh..." Tiria's voice trailed off as the two of them mated in the starlight, for this moment nothing more than griffons in heat, marking the beginning of a very long friendship with the creation of new young. "Heh. Ooh, you're strong... I like that..." She shivered every time his talons closed around one of her teats, sending an electric shock through her body.
"Clench tighter on my shaft," he pants in her ear. "I'm almost there~"
Tiria didn't need to be told twice. She could feel the hot shaft pulsing with each thrust, threatening to release its load of warm slime into her inner channels. Goliath would feel her muscles tightening around him, followed by a lewd moan from the younger female as the action only amplified the emotions and pleasure she was feeling.
A feline snarl rips from him as he holds her as tight as he can, wings included, and then presses his hips to hers harshly as his cock erupts as deep within her as it will reach.
Tiria braced herself as her nethers were flooded with a load of hot splooge, which painted every nook and cranny of her innards until it spilled over into her womb, splashing about inside and giving her a wonderful sense of satisfaction. "Whew... didn't reckon you still had it in you," Tiria teased.
She pulled away from him and turned around, suddenly bowling him over on his back. "Now it's my turn." Almost before he could react, she planted her still-sticky slit over his erect shaft and dropped down, ready to ride him yet again only moments after his first climax.
He shudders, and smiles as he wraps his wings around her, cupping her tits in his talons to feel them bounce as she rides.
Tiria began to bounce, slowly at first, but gaining speed. "Ha... Didn't expect such a load from... a griffon of your age. Guess the sea life... keeps a buck healthy and fertile, doesn't it? Mmmmmmh..." It was clear she was nearing her own climax, and riding Goliath's prick was enough to push her over the edge as she fervently fingered her own clit. She tensed and convulsed, her eyes rolling up and a female cry escaping her beak. She hilted herself all the way as she rode it out, before calming down and starting to ride him again. "What a dirty buck. Your children would be ashamed; fucking a hen you only met three months ago?" She tut-tutted in mock disappointment, even as she continued to bounce on his shaft.
He pants hard, "Says... The hen in question... Ngh, you're a wonderful fit~!"
"And you're a wonderful size!" she cried out in return, finally beginning to let herself get lost in the enjoyment of their time together. Their sexes met with an alluring *squish* every time Tiria bottomed out, squirting mixed cum around the base of Goliath's shaft.
Goliath closes his eyes, and releases himself into the call of the wild. Grabbing her hips he starts thrusting up into her, setting a rapid pace. Pulling her down with his wings he kisses her with a moan.
Tiria returned the sensual kiss, allowing him to move her body as he wished for the time being. Their beaks parted, wet with one another's saliva, and Tiria let out a long, satisfied groan of her own, before looking down to meet Goliath's eyes. "Heh... hah... this is REALLY good," she informed him, smiling. "Didn't expect you to be such a tiger, Goliath."
Goliath chuckles heartily as he reaches his claws around to scratch the base of her wings softly, "Thank you Tiria... Mmm... I can do this... do you until sunrise." He puts a love-bite on her neck. "In fact... I will. Make sure you carry my eggs..." Closing his eyes he thrusts up into her hard enough to lift her off the ground with a snarl.
"Ooh!" Tiria shivered as she was pushed up into the air from the power of the thrust, and leaned back to brace herself against the railing again, both talons outstretched to either side and holding on tightly as Goliath kept thrusting into her slit from below. "All night, huh? Well, challenge accepted, big guy. It's been a while since I really... mm... let myself go like this."
"Same," he replies with a smile, not letting up as he looks down, watching his shaft pound again, and again into her while her breasts bounce. "You're so hot around me..."
"Well, how can I help it with a toned hunk of muscle like yourself?" Tiria giggled back, blushing heavily. "It's been so long since I felt a griffon cock... Ponies are decent, but it just isn't the same, y'know?" Her wings gave a little shivering flap in her arousal, and Tiria pushed a talon through her folds to start rubbing her clit again.
Goliath tosses back his head, and lifts his hips as high as he's able from his awkward position on his back. He allows gravity to hold her firmly on his dick as he blows his second load up into her womb. "Mmmmmngh~!"
Oh! Ohhhhh!" Tiria cried out as she felt that warm stuff painting her inner walls and spurting through the cervix, ensuring she would be most definitely impregnated this night under the stars. "Most bucks don't have a second load that big," she complimented him. "Mm... feels good... warm, too!" Tiria covered her smile with a talon, blushing at her own lewd actions.
He smiles, and reaches up, grabbing her by the shoulder so he can pull her down to lie on her back. All the while his cock stays perfectly hard inside her, and with a nip on the neck he starts to rut her again.
"O-oh yeah, baby..." Tiria groaned as he started to thrust into her slippery snatch again, making quite a bit of noise while he was at it from the sound of their sexes mating in a pool of mixed cum. Her tail thrashed back and forth happily, as Tiria became lost for words in the shadow of her oncoming climax. "I'm getting close... Play with my breasts again, Goliath..."
In response he presses his chest to hers, and groans as he reaches down, grabbing her tits again while teasing her nipples. All the while he hammers his hips into hers.
Riding the sexual high just before climax, Tiria began to let out a series of increasingly aroused squeaks and moans. "Ah.. yeah... just like that, Goliath... F-fill me with your hatchling batter... Mmmmmmm!" Her voice rose in intensity until she peaked, squeezing tight around him like a glove and shuddering powerfully in his embrace. "Oh, f-fuuuuuck!"
Even as her climax crashes over her, his is still only building, and so he continues to pound her even through the height of her bliss. "Mmm, I don't think I could have found a better mate!"
"And... neither could I," Tiria answered him back, panting softly, her tongue hanging out as she stared dreamily into his eyes. "For a salty old sailor... you've got plenty a' maturity about you... Not quite like all the rest of the sea dogs that wash into port."
He hilts himself, grinding their hips together as he closes his wings around her in ownership. "Well this salty old sea dog is true to his word... You're going to have trouble feeling your legs in the morning. Mmm... Maybe you'll still be on the ship when we leave port, too numb in the knees to leave. Then I'll make sure every night that you're brewing my eggs in this puffy, soaking snatch..."
"Mmh... Oh, I'll lay you plenty of eggs, you dirty old bird," she teased him. "Just hope the Union can deal with my sudden change of plans. They might have to find a new lackey to do all their grunt work." She pressed her beak to his in a loving kiss, losing herself in the pleasant feeling of their sexes rubbing up against one another. "How do you think your kids... will take it? Having griffons for siblings?"
He returns the kiss, and then starts to thrust again, "I don't think they'll mind..."
"I think it'll be cute," Tiria giggled. "And Dawn will finally have a sibling who can fly. She'll be so excited, don't you think?" She began to fall into his rhythm, lowering her hips to meet his at the same time he thrusted into her. It was safe to say this young hen was enjoying their lovemaking greatly.
Goliath chuckles, and nuzzles her as he silences her with a kiss. He's had a good, long, and for the most part a happy life. So now he's all the grateful to add at least one more to it...
