Author's Note

Chapter contains: Minor interspecies M/F unicorn stallion/griffon eagless with magical molestation; interspecies MFFF/M of Spike + CMC/griffon male featuring oral and bukkake.

And once you’re done here? Feel free to head over to the new Nightmare Night side story, which is intended as an erotic anthology of sexual corruptions and conversions starring various background ponies and secondary characters, staring with the fall of the Ponyville Post Office:

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UPDATE: I redid the opening section to address reader concerns, removing about a 1000 words of it to improve flow, including a sex scene that was there previously but didn't really fit either the section or side story. Those who are curious can find the original version of it here:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F-KdR7R27uUeXhiYzw-vZ2vL2hY0l4mh-UuxSsq8M6s

28: Griffons Expressed

Two hours before dawn, the festivities in the Map Room were just getting started.

With The Nightmare defeated and Rarity reclaimed from her, the converted residents of Ponyville settled in for their celebration, grabbing lounges and other comfortable surfaces from the library reading areas while Vinyl Scratch—who announced she was now named Digi-DJ—neared completion of her soundstage set-up process; the thestral-fanged and bat-eared Octavia Melody tuning an array of string instruments at her side.

The banter and competition between the new factions of converted ponies was both sociable and sensual as old friends found each other and marveled at their changes, comparing their new equipment and boasting of their conquests.

And yet, rivalries remained as Shadowdash openly bragged that she could best anypony physically or sexually in her new form, only for the claim to meet an immediate challenge from a thestral-converted griffon eagless, who was now sporting bat wings in addition to an enhanced body a third again her previous size.

Her purely griffon name had been Owlia Accipiter, and she’d been one of the few griffons who lived in Ponyville in her role as liaison to the Ponyville Post Office for the Griffon Express delivery service. The former Rainbow knew her, though they hadn’t spoken much; there had even been a time that, surprised to find herself missing Gilda and griffon female charms in general, she’d thought about asking the eagless out. She ultimately hadn’t because she’d finally been pulled away for Wonderbolts training and had no idea how Owlia would take such a suggestion.

It was a worry that had apparently been pointless as she saw the eagless rubbing shoulders, wings, and even her more intimate areas with her fellow postal workers and their families, who, to the surprise of all, had been entirely converted to beaked and bat-winged hippogriffs—all, that was, except for her postal manager and Digiderpy.

The former had become a very powerful unicorn thestral while the latter had been found by a cyberpony first. But instead of seeking out new ponies to corrupt, she had instead showed her devotion to duty by taking it upon herself to single-hoofedly sort and deliver the day’s mail—a task her new technological enhancements left her well-suited for.

The postal workers left her to it so they could join the festivities, led by their manager and his new bat-eagless mate. Now calling herself Night Owl, she presented a very intimidating sight with her powerful predatory body and enormous bat-wings accented by glowing cat-slitted eyes and larger talons. In her altered form, she was half again Shadowdash’s size and probably double her weight.

But Shadowdash remained undaunted and unintimidated, bantering back and forth with the other female as they prepared for not just a duel but what amounted to a griffon mating round—one that was certain to end with one of them defeated and dominated; mounted and mated by the other.

Their impending bout had attracted quite a crowd, with mostly thestrals and hippogriffs but also a few dragon, timber and cyberponies drifting over as well, exchanging kisses and caresses even as they placed their bets.

“So you sure you wanna do this, ‘Shadowdash’?” Night Owl asked with a smirk as she flexed her decidedly-deadly looking talons. “You’re the leader of Eclipse’s personal guard, so I’d hate for you to get your flank spanked in front of her.”

Shadowdash grinned broadly, flashing her pointed teeth. “Oh, don’t worry, Night Owl—I won’t! But before we start, I’m curious—how’d you all get converted? None of my team did it! Wish we had, though…” She looked around in regret at all the new bat-ponies.

Night Owl shrugged as she cricked her neck twice, once in each direction. “You know, I’m not sure. I was just flying to the Post Office in the rain to start my shift and receive an expected G-E delivery, and all of the sudden I got so horny I couldn’t see straight! Started doing myself in the air and my wings got so stiff I couldn’t fly!

“Got so aroused and desperate that I had to screw the first stallion I saw—which happened to be my Post Office manager, Certified Mail, there—stroking himself to the sight of me just outside the entrance!” She took flight into a hover and then assumed the self-pleasuring pose she was in then as an example, causing a slew of lustful noises to erupt, none more so than from the stallion she named, who stepped forward and all but fell to his knees before her, staring up at her in awe.

“Not bad!” Shadowdash admired and ogled her openly, as did all present. “Not that I blame you, C-M—that’s a display nopony could resist!”

“Got that right! But it’s Certified Male now!” the former postal manager replied shortly as he kept his gaze fixed on her while she performed for him again, stimulating herself openly with her talons. “So… beautiful…” he pronounced as he began magically stroking himself to the sight of her once more.

Night Owl’s grin got broader as she remained in the air a few seconds longer, indulging herself by soaking up the attention and accolades as she continued to put on a show for him and all present with her talons; it was to the disappointment of all when she finally withdrew them and returned to the floor. “So yeah, I could barely move at that point and we were both so hot and horny that I let him feel me up with his magic, even without a mating round!”

“Whoa! Without?” Shadowdash blinked, knowing griffon proclivities well from the time she’d spent with Gilda, who couldn’t get hot and bothered without a good scrap and being beaten in it. Once submitted, she would let Rainbow have her way with her and do whatever she wished, denying her obvious enjoyment even as she climaxed, promising—but somehow never delivering—that the tables would be turned next time. “Didn’t think griffies did that!”

Night Owl shrugged. “Me neither, but don’t get your hopes up, Dashie—he’s a special case! And to make a long story short, one thing led to another until finally, we rutted each other’s brains out!” she said to a fresh round of cheers and pinwheeled hooves from the non-thestrals as she landed, exchanging a quick nuzzle and beak-to-muzzle kiss with her former manager, who felt her up with his aura openly to her great and evident enjoyment.

“Wow! So you mean that all came from just being caught in the rain? That happened to me, too!” A nearby Nightborne pegasus mare noted.

“And me!” Added a former earth pony stallion with Highborne attributes but no wings.

“And me...” Several more voices chimed in, with additional stories of conquests and being conquered quickly shared.

“Oho! Caught in the rain and then had to rut? Sounds like fun!” Shadowdash noted as she saw the stallion’s mating magic move on to Night Owl’s flight muscles, licking her lips as she watched them massaged and the large aerial appendages grow quickly erect.

The dark-furred bat-winged eagless grinned even as she stood there visibly enjoying herself, her eyes closed and likewise licking her beak happily with her longer hybrid tongue. “Oh, it was! Couldn’t believe I was doing it and yeah, he was a little big for me at first, but I couldn’t help it—I needed him inside me so badly I finally rolled him over and sank him to the hilt!” she recalled with an audible rumble, reliving her memories even as she soaked up her thestralcorn male’s aura and attention, who then displayed his full nineteen-inch erection to show how deep he’d been.

The crowd oooed at that, earning the stallion some playful teasing and nudges from his hippogriff comrades, who Shadowdash recognized from the cutie marks and muted coat colors as former postal employees. “Nice! Well, I guess the old eagless saying is true—once you go colt, you’ll never bolt!” Shadowdash offered with a grin, eagerly visualizing it. “So I take it you transformed then?”

“Sure did! And afterwards? We converted the rest of the post office, followed by their herds and even a pub full of ponies!” she said to a series of fresh cheers. “The ones he converted became thestrals. But the ones I did became hippogriffs!” she explained as the latter gave the raucous calls of their new race, flaring their altered bat-wings, which an approaching Eclipse noted quickly had been given to all her progeny, not just the pegasi. “You know, it’s weird, but I kinda see them as my cubs, now…”

“Interesting... ” Eclipse spoke up, having caught the end of her explanation as she walked over from where Spike and the CMC were gathered. “So it would seem the old myths about hippogriffs being a by-product of an ancient alchemic mixing of pony and griffon magic are true!”

“Not bad, Night Owl! But still not equal to my record!” Shadowdash boasted, not having heard her. “I converted the entire third-shift weather team by myself! And Queen Eclipse converted me personally!”

“She did? Lucky!” Night Owl bowed low before Eclipse, waiting until she returned the gesture before rising again. “But anyway, that’s the whole story—we got corrupted by a simple soak in the rain! And speaking for myself, I couldn’t be happier!” She reared up to show her larger form and thestral attributes, flaring her bat-wings wide and showing off her eighteen-inch erection, with a thick bulb-like swelling at the base narrowing into a tapered end.

“I see...” Eclipse spoke up more loudly, pulling the crowd’s attention to her. “It would seem, my loyal Lieutenant, that your efforts to convert the weather team contaminated the very storm clouds above us! A most fortunate side effect that I admit I did not foresee.”

She closed her eyes and smiled. “And as I think about it, one that gives us many more options to spread our sphere of influence further! It means we could convert entire towns by wind and weather! With enough former pegasi, we could send a massive storm front sweeping across the land to convert entire continents!”

“Whoa… I like the way you think, Queen!” Shadowdash granted. “Still, we weren’t trying to turn the cloud into a weapon at that point. Hay, we didn’t even know we could! So I wonder how we did it?”

“Oh! I think I know! It must’ve been from when you guys had me bound on that cloud!” Thunderlure pointed out, becoming excited again at the now-treasured memories of being spitroasted by Sultry Skies and Stud Hunter. The pair still flanked him—indeed, they’d barely left his side since—rubbing heads, hips and wings with his massive form happily.

“I mean, you guys all pumped me full of so much magic, and then I did come pretty hard right into the cloud surface when I transformed…” he recalled, flashing his mismatched light-and-dark bat wings. “So I guess that’s what did it!”

“Whoa! So, if it was your conversion that corrupted the cloud, that means you in effect converted everypony the storm rained on yourself, stud! Including Night Owl here!” Cloud Tucker pointed out, with Nymphaea at her side.

“Guess I did…” Thunderlure all but preened at the eruption of praise and cheers, making a show of stretching out his light-colored bat wing to lick. “Oh, well!”

“Is that so?” Night Owl appraised him appreciatively. “I guess I’ll have to thank you later!”

“That’s our Blunderlure!” Shadowdash couldn’t resist a tease, earning a playful growl from her fellow Wonderbolt in return. “Okay, enough talk! So we gonna do this duel or what, Night Fowl?” She grinned at her turn of phrase.

Night Owl lowered her head further and hissed like a thestral, though she never lost her smile. “So eager to lose, are you? Don’t worry, ‘Dashie’—this won’t take long. And since it’s your first mating round, I’ll go easy on you!” she promised, her new Nightborne features leaving her looking like a lethal—and extremely alluring—male-equipped panthress hawk; her previously bright-hued feathers now barely lighter than the rest of her fur.

“Oh, please!” Shadowdash laughed and bared her sharp teeth as the pair circled each other slowly on the ground, wings flared for immediate flight. “You think I haven’t fought and won a few rounds with griffies before?”

Night Owl looked surprised, then smiled. “You got it on with a griffon even before all this? Who?”

“Grizelda Behertz,” Shadowdash answered with a smirk. “I know she was working as a G-E courier for a while there. You probably knew her as Gilda!”

Night Owl blinked, then snickered. “Gilda? Yeah, I knew her from when I was working at the G-E offices in Manehattan. So you were a hawk-humper while that sorry excuse for a mail courier was not only an eagless-eater, but a feather-fooler?” she used a less-than-gracious term of griffons for gay females and those who mated with pegasi.

“Yeah. You got a problem with that?” Shadowdash challenged with a toothy smile.

“With your interest in eaglesses? No. It’s just that I’m not impressed with your taste in partners, Shadowdash,” Night Owl replied with a wry grin. “In case you haven’t heard, Gilda got her flank fired from the G-E months ago after she opened a package instead of delivering it!”

“Oh, really?” Shadowdash’s grin got broader.

“Yep! And you know, I suppose she might have gotten away with it... if it hadn’t been a perfume that she then sprayed on herself! Too bad it had spoiled on its journey across the Antlertic Ocean due to a bad preservation spell! It smelled like Diamond Dog piss by the time she used it!”

“BWAH-HAHAHAHAH!” Shadowdash openly guffawed, as did the onlookers who knew Gilda. “Thanks for telling me! Just wish I’d been there to see! I’d never have let her live it down!”

“Oh, she stunk like a bed of old straw used by an incontinent herd of hippos! And then she had the nerve to deny it to our manager even though the rotten perfume smelled exactly like her!” Night Owl recalled with a grin.

“Well, I didn’t exactly bed her for her brains…” Shadowdash snickered. “I’ll find her flank and drill it later! Now where were we?”

“Forgot already? I believe I was about to pin you to the floor and then plow your plot as my prize!” Night Owl reminded her with a smirk.

“Promises, promises!” Shadowdash lowered her head even as her stallionhood grew quickly erect at the prospect. “So put your bits where your beak is, Night Fowl! What are the terms of the duel?” She stretched out to display herself, causing the half-thestral eagless to do the same, showing off her larger wings and longer lionhood, though it didn’t have the girth of her opponent’s and was more tapered. It was nonetheless now nearly three times the mass of the griffon norm, hanging low beneath her belly.

“Terms, eh? Since Queen Eclipse is watching, let’s make this high-stakes, Shadowcrash—” Night Owl paused to let the ooos die down as Thunderlure laughed and Shadowdash hissed sharply. “I was a soldier in the Gryphon Army once, and you know what? In this form, I wouldn’t at all mind serving as a soldier again! I want to personally lead the Queen’s conquest and conversion of the entire Gryphon Kingdom!

“So if I win, then I’m the new Captain of the Queen’s Personal Guard! And the Guard itself will be comprised of my team!” she said to cheers and pinwheeled hooves from the hippogrifs behind her. “We duel to submission by sexual climax—whoever mounts and makes the other come first is the winner!”

“How intriguing and ambitious…” Eclipse got a broad grin as she considered the possibilities from the sidelines. “You know, I could use a griffon commander for when I conquer the Kingdom…”

“Oh, so you wanna be Captain?” Shadowdash pawed on the ground, her wings now flared in challenge as much as excitement. “Deal! And when I win, you’ll be my subordinate and have to do whatever I say!” she announced, and then caught herself, turning back to face Eclipse. “With My Queen’s permission, of course…?”

“Granted.” Eclipse nodded her head with a grin. “I know better than to keep you from such a challenge, my strong and stirring Shadowdash. I look forward to your contest, especially with such delectable terms! But let me ‘sweeten the pot further’, as Annie Smith says…” She waited until all attention was on her before explaining.

“For creating so many servants and soldiers, you have both served me well this night—even if in your case, Night Owl, you didn’t know it at the time! I am a benevolent Queen, so to express my gratitude, I offer up my own prize for this duel—the winner and the group she leads not only becomes my Personal Guard, but gets to immediately be with me!” She generated her runic tentacles again in display for a moment, causing Shadowdash’s wings to twitch hard at the memory of the pleasure they brought her.

“And if you think you’ve experienced the heights of rutting rapture already, believe me when I say I can raise the bar even further!” she emphasized her words by casting a quick-fading sensitivity spell on the pair, causing their cheeks to flush hard and wings to stiffen with the very breeze.

Night Owl blinked once, then smiled as the spell was withdrawn, leaving her with only the barest but most tantalizing taste of it. “You drive a hard bargain, Queen Eclipse! But your terms are acceptable! I’ll be with you shortly, my liege! So let’s do this, Shadowdash!” She went into a pouncing crouch like the lioness her hindquarters had looked like, keeping her hips a bit higher to prevent her impressive male attributes from dragging. “Before we’re done, I’m gonna make you beg to lose!”

“Back at you, Owlie! Now cum and get me!” she grinned as she got into her own crouch, waiting expectantly for Eclipse to give the signal to start, which she did by stepping partway between them and firing off a flare from her horn.

Princess Luna had made it halfway to Ponyville with her large thestral force before a fresh disturbance in the dreamscape got her attention, causing her to halt mid-flight as her senses searched the ether, surprised at what they found.

“The Nightmare…” she realized through narrowed eyes, speaking the name aloud. Her ancient adversary’s presence was moving quickly, dashing from dream to dream like the Demons of Tartarus themselves were on her heels—which was possible as she detected another set of entities following her closely, their powerful magical signatures like nothing she’d ever known. But that makes no SENSE! Why would she be in the dreamscape and not down here, unless…

“She lost her host?” Luna realized in both anger and disbelief. “Pity. I would have so enjoyed the chance to engage and defeat her in a physical battle!” she said to nopony in particular.

“My Princess?” The Nightborne General prompted. “What are your orders? Do you wish to go after her? We can quarantine Ponyville in your absence?” he suggested.

Luna didn’t reply right away, considering the possibilities. Having lost her host, The Nightmare’s spirit was exposed and alone in the dreamscape, making it a grand opportunity to defeat and destroy her. And yet…

She thought about the General’s suggestion for only a short time, only to finally shake her head and disgust and disappointment. “As much as I would wish to find and finish her myself, ‘twould seem she is already pursued! Perhaps this curse of hers produced ponies capable of dreamwalking, who then turned on her and now seek to slay her. How fitting!” Luna grinned at the prospect, eagerly imagining her former possessor’s fearful expression as her latest plan blew up in her face.

“However, much as I may wish to, I will not pursue her personally. Having lost her host, she is no longer our main concern—that is containing the corruption she left behind! Now that she is in the open, I will dispatch the Dream Guard to stalk and slay her whilst we proceed to Ponyville!”

“As you command, our Princess!” her General replied in awe, marveling at her strategic sense, having heard stories of but never seen the Moon Princess’s battle blood before.

She favored him with a nod. “Your loyalty and eagerness does you great credit, good General. But before we continue our flight, I must send my orders…” She closed her eyes and ignited her horn, sending a telepathic message to her agents in the dreamscape.

She shortly received several surprised acknowledgements back, and soon sensed a platoon of her Dream Guard ponies closing quickly on the Nightmare’s position and the unknown figures chasing her. “’Tis done. The Nightmare is dealt with, or shortly will be. Now let us proceed to Ponyville to clean up the corruption she left behind!”

Peregrine Pacil had no idea what he had done to deserve such honor or favor as he was now being bestowed. He found himself terrified by the sudden worry that it was in fact only a dream, to which he could only pray to his ancestors to never wake up.

But all his senses and all his desires told him otherwise—-that the Dragon Lord and his consorts before him were no apparition; that their invitation to join them and partake of them was truly meant. Lost in a haze of lust and more aroused than he could ever remember, he only took passing note of an already-transformed eagless squaring off to fight a mating round with a bat-winged pegasus that from her muted rainbow mane could only have been the well-known Wonderbolt, Rainbow Dash.

Is THAT what I will become—a bat-griffon? he wondered as he watched their bout begin. He found himself disappointed at the prospect, as the eagless’s form—he did dimly recognize her as Owlia Accipiter, the G-E’s resident liaison to the Ponyville post office—was certainly impressive, looking like something out of a fantasy story he’d read as a cub. And yet…

I don’t want to be like HER! I want to be like SPIKE! he pleaded to his ancestors and whatever Gods were listening, wanting the half-dragon form the ponies behind him were sporting.

A wish Spike himself was only too eager to oblige. “So come on over, Perry!” the cybernetic consort of the Dragon Lord invited to sorely aroused griffon male in front of them, patting the plush reading couch behind them, which had been retrieved from the castle library earlier so that all the ponies present could enjoy intimacies on soft surfaces if they so desired. “We’re ready for you!”

“R-ready… y-yes…” Peregrine swallowed hard, trying desperately not to stumble from his stiff legs and stilted steps as he approached the now-sitting Spike, who spread his legs as he lounged back against the reading couch. He laced his large talons behind his head in a pose of lazy anticipation, his twin organs fully engorged from his Queen’s display and twitching enticingly with every beat of his still-racing heart.

I am not worthy… I am not worthy… the young tiercel repeated over and over in his head as he began to close the remaining distance to his new Lord. He approached Spike to the renewed cheers of the watching dragon ponies behind him, clustering close and urging him on with various promises of what their Lord would do to him—and what they wouldlater.

But as enticing as their offers were, he ignored them and the slitted eyes he could feel were devouring the view beneath his upraised lion tail, its tip twitching in excitement as his eyes fixed on the pair of erect and exquisite dragon organs at his eye-level, staring him in the face.

Despite his desperate desire to reach them quickly, he crept towards them slowly. He slunk low towards them on the ground, almost in a crouch, feeling like he was but a cub approaching his sire, who wished to scold him after he’d done something wrong.

Or in this case, the overwhelming fear that he’d do something wrong out of ignorance or inexperience with such an unfamiliar act, and lose his Lord’s favor!

“It’s okay,” Spike promised him, still looking down at him from his lounging position. “I promise you’re gonna love this, Perry. So come closer! You wanna see them up close, right?

His dry throat momentarily unable to talk, he nodded frantically, flaring his crest again in involuntary enticement as he inhaled the drake’s musk deeply, if from a slight distance, then found himself moving forward again, step by cautious step despite the dragon ponies behind him urging him on with an encouraging word and an occasional warm breath under his tail.

It was so close he could touch it; the dual dragonhoods barely a talon-length away.

So close he could smell them; the smoky musk of Spike’s dragon loins.

He inhaled their aroma deeply.

His muzzle watered.

His tongue licked his beak.

His heart pounded.

He felt faint.

“Aw, dude… he’s got it bad.” Fireflight noted in delight.

“Can’t really blame him,” Timberbloom watched his approach with rapt attention. “Reckon Spike’s such a stud he makes every guygay for him!”

“Inaptly put. But essentially correct,” Cyber Belle agreed with a sly smile.

G-gay…? The word gave Peregrine sudden pause. Am I…? He halted his advance, his tail now twitching in agitation as his body cried out in agony for being delayed the sensual pleasures it so craved.

“Guess I do! So, are you gay for me, Perry?” an amused Spike asked through a smile and bared teeth, causing him to start. “Don’t be shy. Once you become part of my harem, they’re yours as much as mine.”

“M-Mine...” he repeated, his heart skipping a beat at the thought that he could have them and touch them—touch Spike—any time he wished. He could see every detail they had, every scale and ridge, every vein and every throb of the Dragon Lord’s heart within them.

“That’s right,” Spike confirmed. “So you can touch them if you like.”

“Touch them…” He reached up for the leftmost organ with his right foreleg, his talons flexing open only for the limb to freeze halfway, trembling. He was still afraid to, sensing deep inside himself that to do so was to cross the point of no return. He’d never been a tiercel tucker; never even had so much as a thought or fantasy in that direction before. But now…?

Now he wanted nothing more than to pleasure and be taken by the most magnificent and mighty male he’d ever met; the drake who had conquered him, body and spirit without even having to fight a mating round.

For there was no need.

For the Dragon Lord had already won him.

For if his brood had already overpowered and enticed him, then their Dragon Lord himself had done so.

For the Dragon Lord was the most powerful and desirable of all.

For the Dragon Lord wanted to add him—a lowly courier griffon—to his brood, imparting the greatest of gifts in the process.

Gifts whose nature he wasn’t entirely certain of, but gifts he very desperately desired.

Is this what I want? Is HE what I want…? Peregrine asked himself one final time, but his body gave the undeniable answer as his wings and lionhood swelled even further, followed by his tail standing as tall as it could, all but curling forward to expose himself more fully as the thought and fantasy of his Lord’s drakehoods buried deep within him; conquering him and claiming him for his harem. “Yes…” he whispered as at that moment, his remaining fears melted away and he accepted his fate fully, reaching the rest of the way for his Lord.

His grasping talons made contact, causing him to take a shuddering gasp as he held an erect male organ not his own for the first time. It was enormous, and very potent; he could all but feel the heat and magic within it, already flowing into him, enticing and invigorating him; he swore he could feel his own inferior attributes begin to expand and grow.

“There you go…” Spike praised through sudden tension in his voice, his claws clamping down on the back of the couch, his eyes now fixed on the gryphon before him. “I like that. Keep it up, Perry…”

His lord’s words both an order and the tiercel’s own desire, he squeezed the thick shaft once, causing it to flare and spurt a small amount of its precious seed onto his avian face, leaving a single bead running down the side of his break into his watering muzzle. He licked at it automatically, savoring the flavor and power of it; the barest taste of his Lord’s essence.

He stroked it, feeling the ripple of pleasure and movement it gave him.

And then he found himself nuzzling and licking it slowly, from tip to base, eliciting a shudder and moan from his new master.

“Oh, yeah…” Spike groaned with a sudden lick of his muzzle as his head lolled back, draping his arms over the back of the sofa. “Love that bird tongue around my ridges…” he announced, making a delighted Peregrine instantly shift his efforts to them fully. Gaining more confidence and eagerness at the realization that his efforts were being well-received, he pulled himself closer, leaned back and sat up so he could use both sets of talons in his work. The trembling tiercel grasped and stroked the dual drakehoods even as he continued to worship his new Lord’s magnificent masculinity with his tongue, occasionally switching his effort from one shaft to the other, all but reveling in the unheard-of act.

For when had a male gryphon ever orally pleasured a drake?

The thought that he was breaking such a longstanding barrier as well as innumerable taboos in both societies was very heady, and he spared a momentary glance at his Lord’s consorts, who, though initially exchanging observations and comments, had gone silent as the scene unfolded, staring transfixed and very aroused at the sight, stroking their male and female attributes with their hooves.

“Wow, look at him go…” Fireflight finally noted as she did both from her hover; her wing and tail flames intensifying with her arousal. “He really wants you, Spike!”

“Can hardly blame him!” Timberbloom granted as she focused most of her effort on her marehood, her power involuntarily causing several pink and orange flowers to bloom right out of the wood of the sofa armrests, their pollen reflecting the excitement of their owner by adding additional enticement to the air.

“Fine by me!” Spike said slightly breathlessly as he gently rested a taloned paw on Peregrine’s head, not pushing it down but just letting him know of his affection and approval. The tiercel felt tears well in his eyes at his Lord’s love and favor, and wanting to repay his kindness and respect, he took the leftmost organ into his muzzle entire, being very careful with his beak.

Spike reacted instantly, moaning even harder and leaning back hard in his seat, his neck arched so hard the tendons of his neck stood out in sharp relief. “It’s okay, Perry…” he told the young tiercel slightly breathlessly, who he sensed was holding back. “Don’t be afraid—you can’t hurt me, but it’s so sweet of you to worry! You can use your beak, and even your teeth if you like. In fact, I respond well to a little pinching, so I’d like you to!”

Peregrine needed little more encouragement than that, and immediately went to working on his Lord’s lionhood with gusto, running his beak up and down its surface to be rewarded by an immediate groan and puff of incense-like smoke from Spike. Experimenting, he found his Lord responded best to preening and nipping motions, finding that the tips of his beak worked best at the junctions of his ridges, while the edges of his beak worked best when run down his length.

“Oh yeah…” Spike hissed and vented more sweet smoke in his enjoyment, finding just enough muscle control to roll his head forward to stare down at the young tiercel pleasuring him, running his claws through his flared headfeathers affectionately.

“Love that beak and tongue…” he got out just before Perry decided that for as far as he had already gone, he could go even further, taking an entire shaft into his muzzle like he’d once seen a mare do in an adult pony magazine he’d delivered to a griffon client once. A magazine that he might have accidentally torn open and flipped through out of curiosity, he dimly recalled as he breathed hard through his nose.

He was suddenly grateful for his sky griffon stamina as he took half its length down his throat like he was swallowing a fish whole, throat muscles pulsing and gripping the length to draw it deeper by sheer reflex.

He was rewarded by a shuddering breath from Spike and his consorts, who could no longer restrain themselves. “Holy…” he wasn’t sure which of the three mares said it, as the voice was so tense and turned on as to be nearly unrecognizable, but he could hear the pace of their self-pleasuring immediately pick up.

Regardless of the voice’s owner, Spike responded immediately, groaning loudly and beginning to push down directly on the tiercel’s head to drive his drakehood even deeper down his throat, while his consorts audibly intensified their efforts even further. Delighted at their reactions, Peregrine looked up to see Timberbloom generating a phallus-shaped floral construct from the lounge armrest and sitting back on it while Cyber Belle did the same by turning her tail into a tendril.

He marveled briefly at the sight of her cybernetics glowing brighter as she inserted it into her circuited marehood, having it take the shape of the gryphon organ she was observing; she calculated that it had already grown nearly an inch longer since she’d first seen it upon his entry into the room.

She also noted from her infrared scanners that Spike’s inner heat was rapidly intensifying and his breathing was becoming more labored; his hips were starting to buck slightly and he was now bent over forward with both sets of talons on Peregrine’s head. He breathed warmth down the tiercel’s back; the heat finding the base of his already-aroused wings. Whether by simple heat or additional infusion of mating magic, they responded immediately with a fresh infusion of blood, their leading edges now arcing upwards to splay and stretch his large and sensitive feathers further.

“Wow…” Peregrine was dimly able to recognize Fireflight’s voice this time, who was hovering steadily closer. “Look at those! I ain’t never seen somepony so turned on! I hope he keeps his wings if that’s what we can do to him!” she said, leaving Peregrine fervently hoping he could as well for as incredibly engorged, to say nothing of so sensually good as they felt, even without a single touch against them!

“You said it…” Timberbloom admitted, her green-glowing eyes wide, now humping her wooden toy hard while they all pressed closer to watch. “Spike’s getting close, and reckon Ah’m getting close just by watching them!”

“Me too…” Even Cyber Belle’s voice sounded a little shaky, graphs on her eyes showing her mating energy was nearing critical. “Estimate twelve seconds to orgasmic overload.”

“Me three!” Fireflight pumped her organ with both hooves. “Wanna blow my load all over him bad!”

“Then don’t hold back…” Spike told them all through gritted teeth as his hips began to piston his twin organs hard, his left into the griffon maw and the right into his squeezing, stroking talons. “We said… we were… gonna do him… together!” he reminded them through grunts, struggling to hold on for just a little while longer, wanting his first time with his new griffon mate to last as long as possible—never mind how much he was enjoying it!

“Yer right…” Timberbloom granted, her canine teeth suddenly clenching as she moved even closer to him. “He’s gonna mark him, so we should too!”

Peregrine was only peripherally aware of their words, but was keenly aware of Spike’s increasingly frantic and forceful thrusts, leaving it all he could do to keep his head still even with the Dragon Lord’s talons trying to hold him down. His tongue and avian throat muscles massaged every inch of his Lord’s organ, attuned to him like he’d never been to any eagless partner before.

Why… did I waste my time with them? he suddenly wondered as he continued to eagerly suckle his new master, savoring every lick of its length. No female EVER turned me on like this! Except maybe for… his mind tried to lock on a fleeting and elusive moment of memory of a soft and curvy bipedal creature, like something out of a dream; his eyes flitted to Cyber Belle for just a moment even as he felt his Lord getting closer to release.

But whatever the memory was, it was quickly lost to him in the face of his Lord’s efforts and organs as he suddenly felt both phalluses swell with incipient release; he felt Spike take a final, shuddering breath as his paws locked hard on the back of his head, holding him fast.

He roared his pleasure as his hidden apples erupted, and released a flood of hot, thick fluid down the back of his throat; it was all Peregrine could do to hold on and attempt to swallow all of the sweet, hot dragon seed. In the end, to his great pride, he succeeded even as his Lord’s other drakehood marked him, spurting the other half of Spike’s copious spunk all over the tiercel’s feathered face and chest, a few streamers even arcing enough that they ended up in lines of thick, creamy fluid on his inner wings and upper back.

Stunned by Spike’s powerful climax and reeling from both the massive amount of magic it contained as well as the knowledge that he—a lowly male griffon courier—had given the Dragon Lord such incredible pleasure, Peregrine staggered from his sitting position and fell onto his back.

“Yeah! That’s the way!” An excited Fireflight shouted as she came explosively as well, coating the tiercel’s left wing and the entire length of his left side in hot and steaming Phoenix seed while Timberbloom howled as she likewise came hard, her green-glowing Timberwolf spunk coating his right side and wing while Cyber Belle aimed her own nanite-infused load at his lower body. Her well-aimed spurts unerringly found his thighs, apples, and lionhood, coating them entirely, dripping and flowing downward from there directly into his anal orifice.

Just as she had designed.

Covered from head to toe in massive amounts of seed, the exotic species and mating magics went to work on him, absorbing into him quickly right through his fur and feathers.

To their surprise, he did not transform—at least not in any major way. His male attributes began to visibly swell and his beak and talons started to slightly lengthen, but he did not lose his griffon form, laying panting on the ground as he tried to rub as much of their passions into him as he could with his forepaws, licking happily at his seed-coated beak and cheeks.

He was a mess and he didn’t care, covered with the love of his Lord and his Consorts.

For the first time in his life, he knew what it was to be desired.

For the first time in his life, he knew what it was to belong.

“Wow…” Timberbloom commented once her spurts had finally died off. “Reckon he got Spike off even harder than we did our first time!”

“Hay, he got us all off!” Fireflight said in some wonder, staring at the tiercel’s panting form, noting his larger and extremely erect organ, which looked to have gained two inches of length and nearly that in girth. “But all that and he didn’t transform?”

“Because he hasn’t come yet,” Cyber Belle noted, her digital eye gauges showing her internal temperature and energy output slowly falling off their peak, as well as a projected recharge time from her internal reactors of less than half a minute. “We have to get him off before he will.”

“That’s our Perry!” Spike said as he slowly regained his senses and the dragon ponies erupted in cheers. “You’re a keeper, Peregrine Pacil!”

“Keeper…” he murmured as he lay on his back with his paws curled against his wet chest like a sated lioness, still feeling the magic infusing him in the most wonderful afterglow he’d ever experienced. He felt so warm and loved—so exquisitely sensual and so deeply desired by the most mighty of males and his mistresses—that he found himself wishing he could keep that feeling for the rest of his life.

Wishing for the first time he could share that feeling with as many others as he could! “More…” he added quietly as his eyes fluttered again, his longer organ twitching as it lay rigid over his belly, elevated several inches off it and drooling as steady stream of his own seed onto him.

“More? Well, look at that… I think he liked it!” Fireflight noted in glee.

“Oh, ya think?” Timberbloom wore a lopsided grin as she began licking some of the seed off of him with her long tongue, to which he pawed weakly at her.

“Screwed silly,” Cyber Belle pronounced with her own smile, her sensors noting the massive release of endorphins within him as well as the fact his arousal hadn’t diminished at all for it, rapidly cataloging his increased dimensions. “And before anypony asks, yes, that is the technical term I am using!”

“Ha! But that’s the thing—we haven’t screwed him yet!” Fireflight pointed out. “I mean, he did all that stuff for us, but we didn’t return the favor? That’s not fair, fillies! I say we fix that!”

“Seconded!” Timberbloom raised a hoof. “After that performance, he deserves it and then some! So what do you say, Spike?”

“What do I say…?” a still-shaky Spike repeated as he pulled himself back to his dragon hooves, both Peregrine and the watching dragon ponies holding their breath while the duel between Shadowdash and the thestral eagless on the other side of the map room reached its decision with a very loud and shrill griffon shriek of pleasure, to an eruption of cheers. “After how good he made us all feel? I say the four of us now keep our promise to tuck and transform him all at once!”

The cheers and gouts of celebratory fire from the watching dragon ponies were loud and spectacular.