Author's Note

F/M, Vinyl Scratch, Interspecies, Griffon, OC

Enjoy this fragment of a clopfic featuring Vinyl and a random OC griffon I thought of in 3.2 seconds, by the name of Stormfeather. This is yet another unfinished work from the recesses of my hard drive that was originally meant to be a longer piece but never quite got there.

Vinyl's Feathered Friend

Vinyl mewled half in protest and half in delight as Storm’s sizable digit slid inside her marehood, just barely enough to spread her labia with its width. He allowed her no more stimulation than that, however, as he casually pulled his talon out of her tunnel and then just as casually returned it. “Ngh,” she grunted after a minute or two of this treatment. “Stop playing around, already!”

Storm chuckled. “That’s what you get for being such a little cocktease earlier,” he said. Vinyl’s protests were muffled as he laid a claw on the back of her skull, cradling her head with enough gentleness to keep his sharp claws from hurting her but enough firmness to forcefully bury her face in the fluff of his chest. His free claw that wasn’t tangled in Vinyl’s unruly blue mane found its way to the curves of her flanks, trailing across them slowly to disturb the short white fur of her coat. Down the slopes of her buttocks, across the surface of her thighs, up her back and down her sides they slid. The tender explorations stopped occasionally while a single talon briefly intruded inside her marehood before swiftly withdrawing and moving on. Vinyl struggled to break free of his grasp on her at first, but the embrace of his strong forelimb across her back and the talon holding her head in place were too strong. Her complaints, muffled against the feathers of his chest, gradually turned into needy moans. Eventually, even those stopped and he was left cradling a quivering, shaking mare. He released his grip on her skull and rested his claws comfortingly on her back. “Vinyl?” he asked softly. When she didn’t respond, he stroked the side of her face with a claw, pushing her mane out of her face. “Vy? You in there?”

This time, she did respond by tilting her head slightly to look up at his face, leaving her head resting on his chest. “I’m sorry I teased you, Stormy,” she whispered. “You can do whatever you want to me, but please let me cum.” She wiggled her rump plaintively. “I want it so bad it hurts,” she whimpered.

“The only thing I want to do to you is what makes you happy and feel good,” Storm replied, stroking her mane.

“Then rut me,” Vinyl cooed. “Give it to me right now.”

“I’d love nothing better. Gentle or hard?”

“You choose.”

“Gladly,” Storm chucked. “I choose . . . hard!” Without warning, his coiled muscles sprang to life as he clutched hold of Vinyl’s torso in his claws and propelled himself off the bed with a mighty spring of his rear limbs. For Vinyl, the bedroom spun madly for a few brief heartbeats before it abruptly came to a stop. When it did, she found herself face-down on the bed, her rump raised in the air and her blushing face smashed into a pillow still warm with the griffin’s body heat.

He wasted no time in lining his engorged member up with the slit desperately waiting to receive it. The smell of her was in his nostrils, sweat and need and desire, and his shaft throbbed in time with his heartbeats. He swiftly mounted her from behind, allowing his talons to rest on her shoulders while he leaned forward. Gravity and his own weight did the rest of the work, allowing his member to bury itself inside her warmth from its triangular head to the protruding knot at the base. They moaned in unison as they were joined, she from the sensation of having the aching emptiness inside her filled and he from the pleasure as her inner walls clamped around his cock.

With a grunt, Storm pulled himself back until the mere tip of his cock was still inside her, before slamming forward again, fully hilting himself.

“Oh, buck yes!” Vinyl grunted hoarsely as the first thrust turned into two, then three, and then Storm found a comfortable rhythm. Guttural grunts and moans, along with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, filled the room as he rode her. “Just keep going for a few more minutes!”

Filly, I don’t know if I’m gonna last a few more seconds! Storm was fighting a losing battle from the first second he mounted Vinyl. Her tunnel was warm, and tight, and moist, and seemed like it was perfectly designed to milk him. He could already feel seed churning in his balls, building up a pressure that would find its release one way or another. Vinyl’s cacophony of lewd noises was only adding fuel to his fire.

Desperate, he shifted his weight so that he was lying on his side and pulled Vinyl closer so he could continue servicing her, wrapping one forelimb around her middle and laying one claw possessively on the side of her face. Then, he slipped one finger into her open mount in mid-moan, turning the sound into a surprised gag.

Vinyl grunted in surprise, tilting her head back instinctively to allow the single talon to slip inside her mouth. The meaty digit filled it, almost snaking down into her throat, eliciting an instinctive reaction to bob her head as she tried to accommodate it. Between the pseudo-deepthroating and the constant pounding of her marehood, she was starting to shake as her climax neared. Little currents of ecstasy, like sparks of static electricity, coursed through her. They made her tremble with delight even while her core was tensing and tightening, making her entire body from her hooves to her horn feel like a musical note continuing on long after it should have faded to silence.

Then, in the space between one pulse of her laboring heart and the next, a switch somewhere in her brain flipped and all the pent up pressure and need and frustration caught fire like dry grass after a lightning strike. Pure, concentrated ecstasy raced along her veins and danced in her nerves. Her mental processes that normally dealt with more important things temporarily switched gears to try and process what was happening to her body right this very second.

Vinyl’s squeals of delight issued freely, since Storm had removed his talon from her mouth. Her inner walls spasmed wildly, squeezing his shaft hard enough that it almost hurt. The pressure finally pushed him to his own release, coaxing thick strands of creamy seed from deep inside his balls to come shooting out in shuddering spurts. Each shot he released into her hammered at his mind, wiping it clean of any thoughts beyond the pleasure of the moment.

After what felt like somewhere between 30 seconds and 30 years, Storm was able to think again. “Vinyl? You okay?” he asked, running a talon lightly down her side.

The mare beside him, still united with him, stirred slightly. “Mmhm,” she murmured in agreement. Her chest heaved with deep breaths and a sheen of sweat matted her mane to her head, not to mention the blush covering much of her face and upper torso. “Thank you, Stormy.”

Storm pulled his softening member from Vinyl’s marehood, eliciting a soft moan from both. A thin trickle of his seed began leaking out immediately, not that either cared. “Thank you, Vy,” he answered. From his position on his side, he wrapped both forelimbs around her and pulled her close once again. This time, however, he contented himself with burying his face in her mane so he could revel in her closeness. Vinyl, for her part, just snuggled into his embrace and let the afterglow cradle her.