Blane Clayton nommed on a tasty apple fritter as he walked out of sugarcube corner. Not really on his strict protein filled diet but his dietician permitted sweets now and then for filling his rump so it would be the perfect blend of muscular and yet soft at the same time. He looked behind him at the mirror like surface of the glass door and wiggles his thicc rump. The pink mare at the counter giving him a thumbs up.
“Nice to know the mares appreciate a nice fat butt on a male too.” Blane smirked as he walked away.
“Please no!” He heard a males voice shout from an alley nearby.
“Spread his legs!” Came a rough voice.”
“Oi what the hell do ya think you blokes are doing!” Blane shouted at the trio of stallions.
“Get lost this doesn’t concern you!” A Brown rough looking stallion ordered. This bitch owes us money”
Blane narrowed his eyes. He and his brothers may be slightly misogynistic but they despised rapists.
Blane ran forward and tackled the leader.
“Hey get off asshole!”
“Only asshole I’ll see is yours if you jackasses don’t leave this pony alone. And trust me you don’t want that. In my industry my nickname is the Health Inspector.” The large griffon stood up and let the stallions get a good look at his large bulging crotch.
The stallion suddenly looked fearful and...weirdly aroused. He got up and dusted off his cutie mark of a hammer and a bag of bits. “Come on fags let’s go.” He and his two henchsluts left the alley.
“You alright mate?” Blane asked the sniffling stallion who had hid behind trash cans.
“Y-your Blane Clawston the famous underwear model.” The stallion said timidly.
“Want an escort home in case those jerks try anything again?”
“Yes please.”
Blane helped the petite stallion up and brought him into a light hug. He smirked as he felt the stallion snuggling into his down feathers.
“Feel better?”
“Mhm.”
“Let’s get you home.”
Something confused Blane as the huge griffin walked up the stairs of the stallions apartment complex. He didn’t see any kind of bulge on this colt. Maybe his dick was just small? Why am I thinking about another dudes junk? Blane asked himself. Then deciding to change the subject.
“So why is your elevator broken?”
“Science nerds on the floor below me destroyed it with experimental rocket fuel.”
“And the owner refuses to fix it?”
“Says the CanTech university should fix it. My floor.”
The two walked through the entrance to the floor and he walked to the very end of the hallway. Wait till I tell Wine Basket below me I had Blane Clawton in my apartment she’ll be so jealous! He unlocked his door and opened it inward.
“This is my apartment. “
“Woah.” Blane said as he saw a large pinup of himself in a fitted underwear he modeled a couple years back with his signature on it on the wall next to the curved tv with several game systems attached.
“Tax free stripping money has its benefits. Those greedy nobles can kiss my flank! A few have actually. True story.”
“Really? Blane asked as the griffin sat on his couch.
“Yep. I got a few fans in the nobility who are big tippers. The tv was a gift for my birthday from Prince Blueblood. He may be an ass but he spoils who he likes.”
“Wow.”
“Sorry. I’m a big fan.” Whitewash said with a blush.
“I can see that.” Blane muttered seeing a lip mark where his rear was. He looked around and noticed two other posters.
Hey! Your a fan of my two brothers too?
“Their your brothers?” Whitewash asked in surprise.
“Triplets.” Blane said.
“I can’t believe i never saw the family resemblence before.” Yep he thought looking between metal star, athelete and model. Same eyes same glorious ass.
“Well Mr. famous model, would you be a little too put off by getting a little...appreciation from a fan?” Whitewash flittered his eyes up at the huge male.
“Look kid your cute for a stallion and all, but I’m straight.”
“So am I. But straight and gay are different for me.”
“Huh? How so?” Blane asked as he sat back down. Having gotten u to leave.
“Put your hand in my shorts and find out.” Whitewash said in an I dare you tone. He sat down next to Blane and bumped his rump into Blane’s suggestively.
Blushing, Blane closed his eyes and slipped his fingers inside the colts loose shorts (for easy access.) was
“That’s it big guy. Nice and slowly to your prize.”
Not sure it’s my kinda what the fuck? Blane’s eyes shot open as he felt no bulge. No dick or balls.
“The fuck?” Blane asked out loud as Whitewash gave a squeak.
“I was born with an extra X chromosome. I have a fully functioning uterus and vagina.” The stallion giggled.
“Fully functioning?” The shocked griffin asked imagining this stallion giving birth to hippogriffs (pony/griffin hybrids).
“Yep I could have foals if I wanted too. And I definitely do someday. But for now I’m on the pill so if you wanted to we could go bareback.” T
“Sounds good to me mate.” Blane spread his legs showing off his bulge.
“But first I wanna do something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
“What’s that?”
“I want to taste that delicious looking ass of yours.”
“Uh I’m not so sure about that I never...” The hunky griffin trailed off in embarrassment going red in the face.
“You’ve never had your ass worshipped before?! Now that I find difficult to believe big guy your derrière is perfect! It’s firm yet smooshy and just so perfect!”
Whitewash leaned against Blane and gave both feathery cheeks a squeazy squeeze.
“Ehh, my dietician said it’s good for my career.”
“And your adoring fans.” Whitewash said. “Come on Daddy.” Whitewash licked his muzzle. “Give me a once in a lifetime treat.”
Blane thought it over. Just one night right? Ya only lived once this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity right here for you to bro. A colt with a cunt? So what if he looks like a dude. He’s fuckin adorable.
“What the fuck? I must be loony but all right mate. Ya got your rimjob. You better worship this ass right it’s worked awful hard for me over the years.”
“Yes sir.” Whitewash licked his lips again. “Come on Daddy.” He grabbed Blane’s paw and guided him to his bedroom. “You get relaxed while I freshen up eh?”
“You don’t want me to freshen up? It’s been a day or so since my last shower.”
“Oh nosiree.” Whitewash smirked. “I like my lovers....shall we say musky?”
“Really?”
“I love a stallion who smells like a stallion. So to speak. And you my friend. From that hug you gave me? You smell so good like a rodeo clown after a good bull wrasslin?
Hell no I don’t want you to wash that away!”
Blane raised an eyebrow.
“Another long story.” Whitewash waved a hoof. “But a fun one.” He added with a fond glance at a picture of him and the biggest stallion Blane ever seen with a long black mane, brown coat and a horseshoe cutie mark.
“On the other hand, I myself like to smell good and feel fresh as a daisy in spring!” The petite stallion giggled. “So you just relax ok Big Daddy?”
Blane blushed. The Daddy talk really got him going. “All right.” He said. He got on the bed and snuggled into a nice feeling thick pillow. Not goosedown. But maybe one of those fancy tempur pedic pillows.
He woke to feel himself wrapped around a little spoon. He looked over at the clock. 2 in the morning.
“Mmm hey there.” Whitewash said as he woke as well. “Nice nap?”
“Very nice.” Blane said. “Snuggling into the smaller colt.” He looked toward their legs. Whitewash was wearing panties.
“I was a little miffed when I came out and saw you asleep.” Whitewash said.
“Thank you for your hospitality.“ Blane gave White wash a peck on his neck.
“Mmm.” Whitewash leaned into the kiss.
“Like that?” Blane asked coyly.
“Yes I do do it again.”
Blane started kissing and nipping the petite colts neck as he started moaning.
“I believe you owe me, a rimjob.” Blane said between kisses and licks.
“Yessir.” Whitewash groaned.
“How ya want ta do it? “
“Lay across my front with your ass facing my face close as you can get.”
“You got it babe.” Blane said crawling over his new friend.
Whitewash panted as he saw that big brown voluptuous ass creep toward him. Luna’s teats the heat!
He grabbed the round cheeks and pushed them together. Celestia this ass! Whitewash moaned. He kissed the left cheek and right before giving them a good slobbering.
Woah. Blane groaned. This is hot. Oh yeah. Whitewash was kissing the outer cheeks and massaging them. Ohhhhh
Whitewash had kissed his pucker like he was making out with it. Lips massaging the griffnut.
“Oh Sweet Luna yes slut colt. Eat that ass. I haven’t had a shower in two days. Taste good?”
“Mmm.” Whitewash moaned as his nose moved up and down in the down ass inhaling griffin musk and sweat. Luna’s balls it’s like a sauna in here! Whitewash thought as he worshipped the griffons rump. So earthy like a dark roast coffee. But has a good stink to it like your coltfriend after an afternoon jog.
Whitewash went further. He took a long appreciative lick of the rim of the anus. Tasting the salty sweat and ass juices. He dove into the puckered hole.
Sweet goddesses! Blane thought groaning and sweating as his ass was worshipped. I think I just hit the jackpot of fans here!
Blane looked down and saw a perfect pair of petite pussy lips beneath him. He put his beak to it and inhaled a sweet scent. Like honey from the bees.he pushed his beak further getting a gasp and a groan from his new lover.
“Oh gods go deeper!” Whitewash pleases as he felt rough beak in his Pussy. “Goddess I’m so wet!”
He is. So wet...Blane opened his beak and tasted the slick pussy juices gathering on his beak. Fuck yes Pussy! Blane thought primary as he started licking furiously.
Feminine squeals echoed throughout the room as whitewash was given the best oral he had in a long time. He’d heard Blane really enjoyed sex, he just never imagined this. Determined not to be outdone, he managed to put his lips back to that black pucker. Wrapping his hands around Blane’s barbed cock and started pumping.
“Good colt.” Blane groaned as he started to pre on Whites chest. “You got one fine mare puss.”
“Colt puss.” Whitewash shivered out with another lap of Blane’s hole.
“Puss is puss.” Blane said chuckling as white squealed as the griffin tickled his doorbell. “Bing bong. Permission to cum in?”
“Please! Permission granted!” White gasped as the griffin looked over him. Suddenly the petite stallion was kissed. Both gasped as thick griffin cock pushed its way into colt lips. Slick juices easing his way forward.
“Don’t fight it.” Blane ordered as his knot approached.
“But I’ve never taken a-“
“I said don’t fight it pusscolt!” Blane ordered again as he pulled out and slammed back in.
White just laid there as he was bred by this hunky griffin model. He gasped as his neck was nibbled and kissed. The barbs on Blane’s cock tickling his insides making him wrap his legs around the griffons torso.
“Good colt.” Blane gasped out as he postponed back and forth. “Good colt.”
“Breed me. I want your eggs!”
“Gonna fucking fill you with eggs.” Blane grunted out forgetting that ponies don’t carry eggs. “Knots coming bitch.”
“I want it.” Whitewash gasped out. “Gimme that knot babe. Tie me.”
“Oh fuck!”
White screams out as he orgasmed when the hard knot locked itself into his cunt. Blane squawked as his orgasm peaked with the spasming pussy around his hot cock. Creamy griffin cum flooded the colt puss. Some squishing out around the knot.
There was so much cum that Whites tummmy expanded slightly when his womb filled up. If he hadn’t been on birth control he would most certainly be carrying pongriff babies.
Pony and griffin collapsed. Huffing in exhaustion. Cuddling and kissing.
“My birthdays coming up next month.” Whitewash said. Think you could get your brothers here for a foursome?”
“I’m sure I could arrange something.” Blane said putting his other feathery arm around his new lover and pulling him close.
“For our number 1 Fan.”
Author's Note
Hope you all like Cuntcolts, Griffons, Musk And Ass Worship
