Mon Petit Pony

How did I let myself get talked into this?

That was probably the most common thought for a pony in the position Pathfinder was in, or at least that is what he believed given what he was doing. Not that being tied to a bed was a very common thing to begin with. Legs tied together by the ankles with a length rope that went under the mattress, arms cuffed to two separate poles that were part of the headboard, and his dick fully erect as he watched the plump rump of a gryphoness sway back and forth as she looked through a box full of what she called ‘toys’.

Pathfinder trembled, though he knew he was in not actual danger. The gryphon was a friend of his, a girl he had know for a long time named Anya. All of this was arranged by her after she asked Path if he’d like to do something exciting. Path knew that she was implying sex, as they had done it a few times before, but the bondage was new. For the stallion, this was new altogether, but it was clear that wasn’t the same for Anya.Where the pegasus was shaken with both excitement and a slight amount of fear, she acted as calm as a person taking a leisurely walk down the street. In it’s own way, the casual attitude she displayed was intimidating.

“Here we go,” she said aloud, her words carrying a light hum of joy as she lifted a blindfold out of the box with her claws, “Now we can get started.”

“Anya,” Pathfinder said, his nerves revealing themselves as he spoke, “Do we have to do it this way? Can’t we just do it like we normally do?”

“Oh Path, you’re so cute when you worry about things,” replied the gryphoness as she came to her captive, sitting beside him on the bed. She was so close that Pathfinder could feel the warmth from her body, “But no need to be afraid. I’m going to take this slow, and make sure that you enjoy it.”

Path couldn’t deny that what he was hearing wasn’t enticing, and he knew that Anya would never intentionally hurt him. All his worries came from the inability to move or defend himself incase he was wrong, a lingering bit of doubt finding its way to the surface of his thoughts. Then again, if he really believed he was in trouble he would have never agreed to this in the first place, and if he demanded he were released he was sure Anya would comply immediately. Again, it was just irrational doubt and inexperience that made him think anything was wrong.

“Now hold still,” Anya said, moving the blindfold she had found to his face, “This won’t hurt a bit.”

Holding the blindfold part in one claw, and the elastic band attached to it in the other, Anya lifted the object over Path’s head. The elastic band went around his mane as she brought it down, setting on the back of his skull as the leather strip rested over his eyes. Once in place, the gryphon released both parts, and they hugged his head tightly enough to be unable to be flicked off by any of the pegasus’ actions. Until Anya decided otherwise, all light and sight would be denied to Path.

“Good,” Anya stated, pleased, “Now mon petit pony is just how I want him.”

Pathfinder couldn’t help but blush when being referred to as ‘hers’ in that french dialect she liked to display oh so rarely. Gryphons tended to be greedy, territorial even, so it figured that she would see him as she would a piece of property that belonged to her. Either that, or she was just being playfully possessive to act out her role as the dominant. For some reason, that idea that he belonged to Anya made Pathfinders dick twitch, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed.

Not long after she staked her claim did the gryphon place her talon on the exposed sex stick jutting out from the center of Path’s crotch. The very tips of those claws grazed across sensitive lengths of meat, starting from the bottom and working its way up to the head, each digit surrounding the organ as they made the journey to its tip.

Path’s body shuddered as he felt those sharp points move across his flesh, but the pegasus felt no pain from this. Anya was delicate enough that she made nary a scratch along his shaft, and the only thing making the bound pony squirm was the sensation of being touched.

“You are being very frisky today,” Anya joked, watching her pony plaything pull against his bonds, “Do you want me to make this feel good?” the gryphon added as she placed the appendage she had been toying with into her palm.

Guided only by the voice of his friend and the feeling of his dick being groped, Pathfinder uttered a single word at what Anya was proposing. “Yes”

Heard Path’s approval, Anya moved her gently gripped hand along Path’s penis. Blinded as the pegasus was, he could feel every stroke, each motion of it going up and down. She was going so slow with her masterbations of his privates that he could count each time she repeated her motions, each one making his sex organ react as the pleasure inside it built up at a steady pace. She knew how to make Pathfinder feel good, but also knew how to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible, and she was determined to make this enjoyable not only for the pony trapped on her bed, but amusing for herself as well.

As tens of minutes passed, Path was subjected to an intense session of heavy petting that he had no control over. When he felt that he was close to release, Anya would slow down her pace and let him come down from the verge of climax. Anya wasn’t some master at masterbation, she wasn’t perfectly reading the mind of her male associate in order to keep him from cumming. She was merely watching his breathing, and using a simple tell she had picked up from their previous times together against him. Every time he got close, he’d hold his breath moments before ejaculating. It was so predictable that each time he made a big inhale she could adjust her speed to prevent his pleasure from peeking. Only when he took another breath would she start to build it up again.

“Anya, come on,” Pathfinder eventually groaned, frustrated with how easily she was toying, “Let me cum.”

“Ah, ah, that’s not the point of this,” the gryphon rebutted, “The point is that I have control and you have to accept that.”

“But It’s starting to hurt a little.” Pathfinder admitted, his balls filling up with jism that they kept producing in the belief that it was needed.

In response to that complaint, the blinded stallion felt the sensation of feathers rubbing up against him, and a talon traveling across his chest to rub upon it sensually. “Do you trust me?” Anya say softly, her beak very close to his ear.

Pathfinder had no doubt in the answer to that question. He trusted his feathery female companion with more than just his sexual gratification, and knew that she would never do anything to hurt him. He gave a nod in reply, a little embarrassed to speak the obvious answer aloud.

“Then let me do this my way.” She said, giving the stallion a few tendery nips on the neck with the point of her beak, “I promise your trust will be rewarded.”

The little love bites excited the pegasus enough that his wings rose up involuntarily, and the gryphon took that as a sign of approval. With that promise of inevitable reward in place, she could have probably drawn out the denial for many more minutes, with only whimpers making their way out the of the stallion’s muzzle. He had already been pushed much further than he was use to for this kind of interaction though, his dick seeping out so much precum from his swelled sack that his equally swollen shaft was simply slathered in the substance. For a first time experience, this was perhaps where Anya wanted to limit herself, especially if she wanted to have Pathfinder participate in this again.

So removing herself from the body bound to her bed, Anya positioned herself to the foot of her resting place, right between the pegasus’ legs. She curled up on her knees, placing her face right in front of the prize that she had been petting for so long, preparing it for this very moment. It had endured for a long time against her hand, and now it was time to make it crumple against it’s true opponent.

Without any ceremony beyond getting herself in the proper position, the gryphon used both her talons to grip the private part she had been playing with all this time. This time Anya wasn’t going to use them to further fondle his dick, but instead just hold it still so she could have her way with it in another manner. Sizing up the dick, the gryphon gave the edges of her beak a lick, before opening it wide to use her tongue on pony penis.

As soon as Path felt the touch of wet against his sensitive flesh, his entire body tensed up. Muscles contracted and lungs took in air in surprise. With his vision blocked off, he had not way of anticipating that the gryphon would attack his cock with her tongue, nor could he predict each consecutive lick she gave in random sequence. At first she started slow, taking long laps across his length, but that quickly changed to a series quick slurps against his stallionhood, then the occasional slight touch after ten or more seconds.

These variants were done at the discretion of the dominant female, with Path unable to focus well enough to pick up any discernible pattern. He was far more concerned with the ever increasing pressure in his loins, his shaft feeling like it would explode at any moment. Each loving lick caused him to take a deep breath, as the absence of oral pleasure made him exhale. It came to a point where Anya was controlling the pegasus’ breathing patterns through his dick, like some sort of perverse puppet at her command.

That all ended though when the gryphon finally did one lick to many, causing Pathfinder to finally release the contents of his sack. The white goo shot up into the air in long strands, cutting off one from another with each spasm. He got many good shots out, the build up from all of Anya’s toying with him finally paying off. The steady flow of semen from his stiff stallionhood felt amazing. The fluids gliding through tunnels of flesh that rarely felt any kind of stimulation, with a rush of pleasure inducing chemicals from his brain coursing through his body, the relief of pressure he had been feeling in his testicles, and the lack of one of his senses that would have otherwise distracted from this who event all combined together to make this a very enjoyable experience.

On the other end, Anya was enjoying herself just as much, if not more than her pony prisoner of passion. The cum pouring out of his shaft splattered down onto her face, covering large portions of it in cream, of which the gryphon was happy to lick up as it dribbled down to her beak. She derived no physical pleasure from this, but all the same she was incredibly elated. Enough so that she could feel herself getting wet just from the lewdness of all this. If Pathfinder could could see how she looked just then, he would have redoubled his efforts to squeeze every drop of sperm out of his body. The gryphoness felt enticed to take a moment to get herself off just as she did the stallion, but tonight was his first time playing with bondage. She didn’t want him to have any bad notions about it at all, and thus wouldn’t leave him waiting or overwork him after such an arousing adventure in the kink.

Thus, Anya only took time out to grab a towel, one she had set off to the side while setting up, to wipe her face off before going back to Path’s side. Taking the place next to him that she had before she began licking his dick, the gryphon took a moment to take in the panting, sweaty pegasus recovering from his orgasm. Being worn, exhausted, and totally at her mercy gave the stallion an attractive quality. Anya almost wished she could keep him in this image forever, but she knew that wasn’t possible. With a small chuckle, and a raise of her arm, she hooked the strap of Path’s blindfold in her claw and tore it off.

Having his sight suddenly restored, Pathfinder had to adjust his eyes to his surroundings, but in the end they landed on the Gryphon at his side. “Wow…” He worked out in between pants, “That was…”

“Amazing?” Anya answered for the stallion, hoping that was the word he was leading into.

“Yeah.” Path agreed, having had a very enjoyable time. “I can’t believe how that felt.”

“Great,” Anya declared, taking the pony’s chin in her claw, “Then you won’t mind if we do this again next week, right?”

The whole thing of bondage still worried Path a little, but he had to admit that this small step into the fetish made it seem a little less scary than he made it out to be. If it was with Anya, then there wasn’t much reason for him to object.

“Ok, but can we do something about these cuffs?” Path said, pulling forward with his arms, “They are making my wrists hurt a little.”

“We’ll see, but for now…” Anya shifted her body, and straddled her legs around the pony’s hips. “I think it’s my turn for a little fun.”

Path only had enough time to let out a sigh before Anya replaced the blindfold over his eyes. After bringing him to a satisfying climax, it appeared that his gryphon friend felt she was deserving of some good feelings as well. He heard her remove her clothing, and shortly after he felt the texture of a moist, avian pussy press down on the head of his penis. Something told him that he was going to be there for a while, a thought that both annoyed and excited him in equal measure. Of course any objections melted away as the wet warmth of her body enveloped his cock, and soon all he could think about was how great this was about to feel for the both of them.