Gara clapped a hoof against the side of her head as a paper ball bounced off it. She looked in the direction it came from, shooting a sharp glare at the desk beside her.

Her colleague, Gold Strike, was seated there, waving one of his yellow hooves in the air.

She sighed, pulling out her ear buds. “What’s up Gold?”

“I was wondering if you had the design doc for River City on hoof?”

“No, I’ve been working on Lake City for the last month and a half. Have you tried asking one of the majors?”

“Not yet.” He groaned and shook his head, his creamsicle orange bangs falling in front of his eyes. “God I’d suck a dick to get a little help with this localizing.”

Gara smirked. “I’m surprised.”

“About what?”

“That you actually need a reason to suck a dick.”

He snorted. “Don’t be jealous because I get more than you, sweetheart.”

She flushed. “I-I’m not jealous.”

“Mmm, sure thing.” He smirked. “Speaking of which, how’s the sex life?”

“None of your business. How’s that for an answer?”

He chuckled, turning his attention back to his work.

At that moment, a unicorn stallion, with an ashen coat and long brown mane, entered the room. A pair of round-rimmed black glasses were perched upon his constantly frowning muzzle. In his magical grip was a mug of steaming hot coffee. The mug was plain and white, and much like the pony holding it, was utterly devoid of novelty.

“Hello slaves, how goes the localizing?” he asked.

“Really good, Midnight,” Gara said.

“It’s…c-coming,” Gold stammered.

Midnight Oil took a sip of coffee, studying Gold under his cold gaze.

“You’ve procrastinated all day, haven’t you,” he said.

Gold chuckled nervously. “Maybe I could use a little help.”

Midnight was silent, his expression unmoving.

“I’ll suck your dick for some help?” Gold tried desperately.

Midnight remained silent as beads of sweat glided down Gold’s brow.

For a moment neither of them moved.

Until finally…

“Sure,” Midnight calmly stated.

“Wait, really!” Both Gara and Gold chimed in unison.

“Why not?”

Midnight trotted over, placing his mug on Gold’s desk before gesturing for him to crawl underneath.

Gold did so without question, taking up position on the floor like a good boy.

Midnight took a seat in the now vacated chair, adjusting it before getting to work.

The only thing betraying his bored appearance was his cock, which had begun to emerge from its sheath. Beside this he looked as stoic as ever, typing away at Gold’s computer with ungodly composure.

Gold leaned forward and tentatively licked the semi-erect stallionhood which hovered just off the tip of his snout. In response, Midnight merely sighed as he clicked away with his mouse.

Next, Gold took the stallion’s flare between his lips and began to suckle gently upon it, attempting to get any kind of reaction from Midnight that was more impassioned than a measly sigh.

However, much to Gold’s dismay, Midnight merely sighed again, though Gara did notice that it now had a slight raggedness to it. He then reached under the desk and placed a hoof on the back of Gold’s scruffy mane. When he had a nice hoofful of hair he forced Gold forwards, causing him to gag in surprise.

“Wow not even at the median ring yet and you’re already gagging,” Gara commented. “I thought you were supposed to be a professional, Gold?”

Gold made a very indignant dick sucking noise as he slurped and suckled lewdly.

“I noticed that you used a semicolon instead of colon, Gold,” Midnight said. “If I catch you doing that again you’ll be kissing my pelvis.”

Even with several inches of his dick in Gold’s maw, Midnight didn’t so much as quiver. This was especially surprising considering how much effort Gold was putting into his head. He was bobbing swiftly and shallowly, rolling his tongue vigorously around the shaft, and eagerly suckling it. Any other stallion would’ve been on cloud nine by now.

However, Midnight wasn’t like other stallions.

“How’s Lake City coming along?” Midnight asked, his voice impossibly calm and steady.

Gara wasn’t even paying attention to her computer anymore as she focused on the really hot male-on-male action taking place beside her.

“Uh…what?” she asked absent mindedly.

“Gara…focus less on the dick sucking and more on your work.”

“Yeah…yeah… sorry.”

She couldn’t possibly look away. It was just so…mesmerizing, watching Gold go to town on this dick. Like this twink was giving it his all, his cute little head bobbing as his adorable hair bounced along. His cheeks bulged outwards as his tongue frantically circled the erection deep in his maw.

Gara would kill to be a stallion right now if it meant getting head this good.

Yet, Midnight had the audacity to continue sighing in the face of Gold’s hard work.

“Do you need me to come over there once I’m done?” he asked.

She warmed. “No of course not. You’re not really my type.”

A pair of talons rested upon her shoulder, gently caressing her orange coat. “And what is your type?”

Gara’s eyes widened as an electric tingle crawled along her spine, making her wings flutter instinctively. She took a shaky breath as she turned to look over her shoulder.

Behind her stood an incredibly sexy gryphon. He stood at least two heads taller than herself and his feathers were a rich brown which softened to a crisp white along his face and chest, and a rich black around his eyes and darkened beak.

His name was Feather and he was grinning. It was a cocky grin. A sexy grin.

Help!

Gara might’ve been a gryphophile.

She was flustered and her laughter reflected this. “Oh, you know! UH! Uh, I really like…um…nice guys?”

Feather tilted his head to the side as his talons slipped away from her shoulder and instead glided under her muzzle. He extended one of his razor-sharp talons, gently scratching her under the chin with it, like a dog.

It made her hindleg twitch and her warmed cheeks break out into a full-blown humiliated blush.

“Nice guys?” he asked. “I think I’m a pretty nice guy. Does that mean you’re into me?”

Stick your filthy bird talon down my throat and find out.

“I mean hypothetically,” she whimpered.

“Feather stop teasing our staff,” Midnight warned. “It’s not cheap getting stains out of the furniture.”

Meanwhile, Gold was doing a very nice job of staining his computer chair as beads of spittle and pre dripped from his mouth, landing upon the black upholstery below. Still he continued his rapid bobbing, taking the initiative to drive deeper and deeper. By now his tight lips had slipped well beyond the median ring and a nice bulge had begun to form in his throat when he bottomed out.

Feather stuck out his tongue. “Well, you’re no fun.”

Midnight snorted. “I’m a major. I don’t have time for fun.”

He picked up his coffee, taking another sip before scanning the wall of text in front of him. His expression was hard to read but Gara swore she saw the corner of his lips turn downward. Something had clearly not pleased him.

Without warning, Midnight’s grip tightened within Gold’s mane and he shoved him all the way to the base of his erection. The bulge in Gold’s throat grew and his eyes widened in alarm. A series of rather crude gags erupted from him as he struggled against Midnight’s grip. It wasn’t a fight he looked likely to win, though it was obvious that he had no desire to do so, only fighting back half-heartedly.

“And there’s your second semi-colon,” Midnight grumbled.

“Midnight…” Feather warned. “Oxygen deprivation isn’t exactly productive for our team.”

“This isn’t his first time choking on a d-dick.”

Gara’s ears perked up at that little stutter. Had the mighty Midnight finally shown a hint of equine emotion in the face of this unrelenting dick sucking? That was impossible, right?

“Still…” Feather said, his gaze falling to Gold’s pitiful struggling.

“If I let you play with your little pony slut, will you let me work in peace?”

“Hey! She’s not a slut!”

Gara chuckled nervously. “I’m kind of a slut.”

Feather held a talon against her lips. “Shhh, the majors are talking, hun.”

Fuck it, he was asking for it now.

Gara leaned forward and took the talon between her lips, suckling upon the exotic digit with way too much enthusiasm.

Feather brightened, turning his attention towards her. “Uhhhh…”

Meanwhile, a desk over, Gold had given up struggling against Midnight’s hoof. Instead, he focused his attention on the dick in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it in slow but powerful circles, really exploring the median ring that was currently choking him. His violent gags flexed around Midnight’s flare and his eyes watered.

Still, Gold was rock hard. Like he was painfully erect right now, his member sticking shamelessly into the air as beads of pre oozed along his shaft.

Midnight took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Glad to see you’re good for something.”

Back at the other desk, Feather slowly removed his talon from Gara’s maw, looking at the saliva-soaked digit. He wiggled it in the air, examining how it glistened before reaching forward and gripping her face, gently squeezing her cheeks between his talons.

“Huh, maybe I’ll actually take Midnight up on his offer,” he said.

His other claw slammed down hard, landing right between her haunches with a mighty thud. Gara flinched, pressing back against her chair. The nearest of his talons was mere inches from her dampened sex.

Oh god, was this really going to happen?

She took a shallow breath, her eyes widening as arousal and a certain primal terror mixed together. It was the kind of terror a prey species felt when confronted by their inevitable fate at the talons of a predator. Even if that predation was purely sexual in nature.

What was his knot going to feel like?

The office door opened and the sound of hoofsteps interrupted the melody of a suffocating horseworder, a grunting major, and the frantic panting of an overexcited gryphophile.

“Honestly guys, can’t we go like two weeks without an orgy?” the newcomer asked.

Feather whipped around, completely abandoning Gara. “Oh hey, Midwinter. What’s up?”

Midwinter, you absolute blue-balling bitch! I’m going to steal your eyes in your sleep!

Midwinter Halo was a snow-white unicorn with a sleekly styled long brown mane with highlights of orange and red running down the middle. Between Feather’s bright optimism and Midnight’s cold demeanour she was a nice middle ground in terms of approachability. Not too cold, not too warm, but a certain inviting professionalism.

“Well, I was going to see if I could get some localizing done but apparently our writers are too busy with…” She glanced at Gold. “…sucking dick and…” Then to Gara. “…getting choked and fingered.”

Feather flushed. “I wasn’t choking her.”

Midnight snorted. “She just wishes she was getting choked.”

“She does not want to get choked!”

“I kinda wanna get choked,” Gara admitted.

Feather groaned. “Why are all our horseworders perverts?”

“We have a knack for bringing clop writers and degenerates onto our team,” Midnight said before smirking. “Myself included.”

He loosened his grip and Gold shot back, gulping desperately for breath as he hacked and coughed. Thick strands of various perverse fluids created a spiderweb of depravity which linked Gold’s agape maw to the cock which had previously filled it.

Midnight peered down at Gold, gently ruffling his now ruined mane.

“Saw an event which made me smile. Felt like I should probably share the love,” he said.

“T-thanks,” Gold wheezed.

“Don’t get too comfortable though. You’re going right back down there in a bit. So, take this breather while you can.”

Gold saluted. “Sir yes sir.”

“Good boy.”

Midwinter approached the two workstations, her gaze shifting between Midnight and Gold before flicking over to Gara and Feather and then back again. She studied the two groups closely, seeming to size up what exactly was going on.

“Well since both of you apparently have no trouble exploiting our staff, I’m not going to be left out.”

She smirked at Gara. “Get out of your chair.”

Gara obeyed without question, falling to the floor and onto her haunches.

“Yes, ma’am,” she mumbled.

Midwinter grinned and brushed passed Feather.

“Pay close attention and you might learn a thing or two,” she teased, playfully dragging her tail across his feathered chest.

Feather was speechless, a hint of red gracing his complexion. It was honestly kind of adorable.

Midwinter climbed into the chair and crossed her hindlegs. She bore a domineering smolder as she looked down at Gara and extended one of her hooves, hovering it in front of her.

“Kiss my hoof,” Midwinter ordered.

Gara’s eyes widened. “W-what?”

“Kiss my hoof. If you can’t be bothered to write you might as well do something useful.”

Gara whimpered but complied, leaning forward and pressing her lips against Midwinter’s frog. She flushed furiously, humiliated by what she’d just been told to do. Yet there was also a certain thrill from the raw taboo of the act, which warmed her chest and made her heart beat just a little faster. A dash of erotic forbiddances which fed into her overactive sex drive.

Her humiliation only deepened as Midwinter broke out into a full-blown fit of laughter.

Gara blinked. “W-what?”

“Oh, my fucking gods, I can’t believe you actually did it.” A cackle spewed forth from Midwinter. “You really are such a fucking slut.”

Midwinter’s cackle soon returned to a roaring fit of laughter. It took a long while before she was able to settle her nerves. She then reached over and placed a hoof on the back of Gara’s head, lightly gripping a nice hoofful of her shaggy earthen-orange mane.

“Come on, let’s put you to work,” she said.

She uncrossed her legs and spread them, revealing her slightly glistening sex. Her lips quivered in front of Gara, winking in eager anticipation.

Midwinter’s hoof then tightened and Gara was forced forwards, her mouth pressed against her arousal. Gara took the hint easily enough and began to press her tongue into Midwinter’s form, slipping it past her folds before slowly swirling it around inside of her. Her motions were cautious but purposeful as her tongue ventured among Midwinter’s folds.

A crude groan bubbled in the back of Midwinter’s throat, oozing forth on each laboured breath.

“F-fuck,” she groaned. “Hey Midnight.”

“What’s up?”

“Think we can create a dedicated cocksucker-slash-pussy-eater role?”

Both Gara and Gold warmed at the comment.

“I mean if you want Old World Blues to make more fun of us,” Midnight teased.

“F-fair enough.”

Over at Midnight’s station, he had reached back under his desk, placing a hoof on the back of Gold’s mane. He then guided Gold forwards, back towards the flared tip of his still drenched erection.

Gold surrendered to Midnight’s touch and parted his lips, eagerly taking the flare back between his lips. As the pressure on the back of his head failed to relent, he continued to edge forwards, easing more and more of Midnight’s cock into his mouth.

Thankfully, Midnight didn’t force him all the way back to the base but rather allowed him to settle around his throbbing median ring.

Gold’s tongue slowly glided across the erection, swirling around it in fast but sloppy circles.

As Midnight’s grip finally relented, Gold began to bob, shallowly travelling across two inches of the stallion’s girth in curt little motions. His soft lips were pressed firmly against the highly sensitive flesh of Midnight’s cock as his tongue never waned in its constant marathon.

Depraved little groans, moans, and muffled sighs fell from Gold’s lips as he once again became emboldened. Soon his little bobs turned into dutiful strides as he glided across a generous portion of Midnight’s erection.

At this point, even Midnight had succumbed to the oral as his whole body began to quiver and shake, tensing as his pleasure continued to mount. A meek little groan was sung from between his tightly pressed lips. The guise of getting work done was shattered as both his hooves were now occupied, one with Gold’s mane, the other with tightly gripping the armrest of his chair for support.

Even Midnight’s hindleg began twitching, shaking erratically in the air.

Too bad Gara couldn’t see any of this, as her entire vision was occupied by Midwinter’s pelvis.

By now, she had developed a pretty effective pattern, with her rigid tongue swimming effortlessly amongst Midwinter’s inflamed lower lips. She had taken note of all the little spots that made Midwinter gasp, shiver, or squirm in all the right ways.

With this in mind, she began to regularly tease these spots, flicking between them every couple of seconds. She would occasionally break up this pattern with tamer and less-focused strokes in order to avoid overstimulating the poor mare.

Midwinter’s horn began to glow, puzzling Gara.

What type of spell was she…

A strange coolness pressed against Gara’s lower lips, pushing softly into her form.

Oh!

The spell had a strange numbing property, though it was weak, allowing her to feel the penetration. She moaned into Midwinter as she was filled by a couple inches of magic. While the spell had no physical form, it still felt incredibly real, as if she had just been penetrated by the world’s strangest dildo.

Midwinter grinned at Gara. “Do you like it?”

Gara nodded, her pleasured reply muffled against Midwinter.

“Are you sure? Or would you rather have something a bit more…” She grinned at Feather. “Avian?”

For the love of god, yes please!

“I don’t think I could get to her under there,” Feather said, gesturing to the desk.

Midwinter snorted, though the sound was manipulated into a quivering moan by Gara’s skillful tongue.

“I-it’s an office chair,” Midwinter huffed. “We can just spin it around.”

With one hoof still resting in Gara’s mane, she braced the other against the table and pushed, slowly moving the chair clockwise.

Gara let out a muffled and panicked noise as she frantically scrambled to keep pace with Midwinter, never once allowing her lips to leave the other mare’s body.

Due to this, she wasn’t aware of her surroundings and couldn’t avoid slamming her hindquarters into the side of the computer desk. The whole structure wobbled from the impact, threatening to tumble over, with all the expensive computer equipment coming along for the ride.

In that moment, the room was quiet,with everypony holding their collective breath. Thankfully, the desk settled and four creatures sighed in relief, with Gold joining them with a relieved but still lewd sounding slurp.

Midwinter soon had her chair facing Feather, with Gara presenting her hindquarters to the gryphon cock’s cock. She even used her magic to peel Gara’s tail aside and spread her needy lips.

Gara stood agape, her whole form practically begging to be penetrated. In fact, if her mouth wasn’t so full of cunt, she probably would’ve been very vocal in begging the gryphon behind her to fill her with his erection.

Oh, who was she kidding?

There was no probably about it. Gara would’ve begged like a good little cock sock if given the chance.

Thankfully, her words were not necessary, as she soon felt a claw lightly grip her flank. Each individually talon gently digging into her athletic backside.

Soon, a second set of claws were felt a few inches to the side as a single talon glided along her drenched lips. She moaned from the contact, feeling a certain predacious thrill beginning to creep into the back of her mind. The eager and excited rumble of her vocal cords projected her warm breath deeper into Midwinter.

After all, just because Gara was being talonfucked by a gryphon, didn’t mean she couldn’t also be a good girl for her mistress…

MAJOR!

She meant major.

She was a very good girl for her major, Midwinter, and her tongue continued it’s practiced strides. However, the sudden intervention of talons had caught her off guard, causing her tongue to tense and lose the smoothness of its motions. This was due to just how excited the mere presence of talons made her feel, her tongue mimicking the shakiness of her hindlegs and the racing of her heart.

Still, Midwinter held onto her pleasured song, her moans echoing through the cramped quarters of the Horseworder office. It was by far the smallest office in the building and it should probably be upgraded to that nice one the Little Helpers use. But it's not like a horse author would focus on this fact or anything…

Hint, hint.

These moans were joined by Midnight, as a series of rapid, shuddering breaths fell from his lips. He was hunched over forwards, bracing his weight upon Gold’s computer desk.

Gold was going all out at this point, his cute little mane bouncing with each rapid motion he took. His oral was an unrelenting cycle of bounces, gliding all the way from the flared tip of Midnight’s throbbing erection down to the quivering base. His tongue circled the erection hungrily, never slowing in its constant cycles.

The sound of oral was sloppy, with guttural slurps mixing together with the gushing of fluids. Occasionally, this song of depravity was accented by a raw grunt or overeager gag.

Midnight hissed softly, smacking his hoof forcefully against the computer desk.

“I-I…I can’t hold out much…LONGER!”

Much longer turned out to be right now, as he gasped sharply and a final shudder coursed violently through him. His entire form relaxed and a defeated sigh bubbled in his throat.

Gold rocketed back, only stopping when just the tip of Midnight’s erection remained in his maw.

The first strand of thick cum erupted with surprising force, coating the back of Gold’s throat. Gold made a panicked little noise and swallowed instinctively.

The second load was a bit tamer, landing upon Gold’s tongue and giving him a chance to critique Midnight’s diet.

To tell the truth, he could use a little more fruit in it.

Gold was a good boy though and didn’t swallow yet, instead allowing Midnight’s cumshot to combine with his weaker third, fourth, and fifth spirts.

Finally, Midnight’s cock was drained and his erection began to slowly fade, softening within Gold’s maw. So, he drew his hips back, allowing the flare to retreat with a nice wet pop.

Like before, strands of various fluids hung from his erection, dripping onto the floor and office chair below.

Gold looked absolutely ravaged with his lips drenched in cum, pre, and saliva. His breathing was ragged and tears stained his cheeks. Pretty much, he looked like the afterimage of a stallion given a proper face fucking, which to be fair…was exactly what he was.

He held his mouth open, allowing Midnight to peer under the desk and see the thick globs of white resting on his tongue.

Midnight snorted. “Do you want permission to swallow?”

Gold nodded.

“Then swirl it around a bit. I want you to savour the taste.”

Gold closed his mouth and made a show of swirling its contents around from cheek to cheek. He then looked up at Midnight with his big dopey adorable eyes.

Midnight grinned. “Good boy, you can swallow.”

Gold did so, his throat flexing as he took the load. He then opened his mouth once again and stuck out his now clean tongue.

Midnight reached under the desk and gently ruffled his mane.

“This is why you’re my favourite Horseworder,” he said.

Gold nuzzled into the hoof, taking what affection Midnight offered. After all, it was one of the rarest commodities on the planet.

Poor Gold was still a very needy slut however, with his own modest erection sticking up into the air.

He chuckled nervously. “Do you want to uh…fuck me in the ass next?”

Midnight pursed his lips. “Maybe.”

“It could be funnnnn.”

“I don’t want to be gay though.”

Gold snorted. “You just got head from a stallion.”

“But…that’s different. Everyone knows it doesn’t count if it’s a blowjob.”

“Yeah well, anal doesn’t count either. As long as the balls aren’t touching.”

Midnight was silent for a second, obviously pondering this.

Finally, he nodded. “Give me five minutes.”

“Of course, sir,” Gold said, grinning as he glanced at Gara.

Currently, Gara was getting stuffed by two thick gryphon talons as Feather pushed his digits into her at a steady pace. When his talons were at their deepest, they sent pleasured tingles along her spine, garnering a shuddering moan from her. This was in turn channeled into an increasingly frantic oral.

Midwinter’s grip on Gara’s mane was iron tight, not allowing her even a fraction of an inch of wiggle room. Not that Gara showed any signs of wanting space, as she eagerly ate out her Major. Her tongue was now sore, yet she never slowed in her endeavour, hell, she even picked up speed and power, growing more emboldened with each fresh sound Midwinter moaned through hushed breaths.

Along with this, Gara made sure to focus her attention beyond the inner walls and began to occasionally slip her tongue to a shallower depth, dragging it along Midwinter’s incredibly sensitive and engorged lips.

A slight magical glow materialized on Midwinter’s clit, as she began to toy with the little nub of flesh. This paired well with Gara’s vigorous oral, making Midwinter’s melody even more pronounced. It was like a sexualized Panzerlied…

But with less German…

And more moaning…

…

Ok this was a bad simile, it was really nothing like Panzerlied.

Feather slowly removed his talons from Gara’s sopping wet pussy, making her whimper against Midwinter. Her rear end suddenly felt so empty, completely devoid of the gryphon anatomy it was supposed to house. It was like she’d been denied her real purpose in the world, to keep one of her betters warm and satisfied.

She wiggled her hips from side to side, trying her hardest to entice Feather to shove his talons back into her.

Or maybe even replace it with something a little thicker and fleshier.

Her request was granted as she suddenly felt Feather’s heavy frame upon her back and a set of talons lightly gripping her shoulder. She looked up and saw the other pair of talons digging into her computer desk, their predatory sharpness sinking into the fragile wood.

What could those talons do to her body?

She shuddered at the thought.

Soon, A beak was at her ear, words practically oozing forth as Feather whispered. “Are you ready?”

Gara would’ve nodded but Midwinter’s iron grip denied her the chance. Instead, she made a very pleased ‘MHM’ sound.

Fuck yes, this was going to be like one of Ralek’s porn pictures!

She felt the speared tip of Feather’s erection graze against her swollen lower lips. He was slow in his teasing, dragging the tip all the way from the taint down to her clitoris before gently grinding against it.

The mere sensation of his cock against her cunt was enough to drive orgasmic tendrils into her self-control, causing her tongue work to grow momentarily sloppy as an impassioned gasp was forced into Midwinter’s awaiting form.

“Don’t slow down,” Midwinter hissed. “Or I swear to god I’ll get Feather to stop.”

The warning worked wonders as Gara concentrated, keeping her tongue steady and oral focused. She translated the pleasure Feather gave her into her work, trying her best to replicate the sheer arousal she felt into something Midwinter could understand. Her tongue was a brush and Midwinter’s inner walls a canvas by which she could translate and paint a landscape of pleasure.

Feather’s erection drew away from Gara’s lips and for a moment the emptiness returned. Her sex felt cold and needy as strands of arousal dripped from it and drain down her shaking thighs.

The sensation dragged on as Feather’s grip tightened upon her shoulder.

“Beg for it,” he grunted.

Since she couldn’t vocalize her desires for gryphon cock, she instead let out a rather pathetic whimper, sounding like a puppy who’d just been spritzed.

Feather chuckled. “Good enough.”

He pressed his hips forwards, burying the first couple inches of his cock into Gara.

Gara moaned loudly, her lower lips clenching around his exotic member. She felt each little barb and ridge pass into her and could feel them prickle and tease her soaking wet walls. This was it, the sensation she craved so desperately for.

Her hindlegs quaked, threatening to give out there and then. She wanted nothing more than to sink to the ground and allow Feather to rut her like the slut she was.

However, she had a pussy to finish eating.

She closed her eyes and focused what attention she could spare on the task at hoof. By this point, her strategic and well-planned motions had devolved into a frantic fit throughout Midwinter. Her slow teasing and build-up had been replaced by a raw passion, a desperation to sate the mare who currently held control over her.

Her breathing was rapid, each shallow moan smothering Midwinter’s quivering lips in a blanket of warm moist breath. These moans were joined by Midwinter’s own, forming a duet of pleasure and depravity.

Yet, Midwinter was later in her song, nearing the final crescendo. The mare’s whole body was raked by tension, every muscle standing ridged and ready for release.

It took only a few noisy slurps, the swirl of a lethargic tongue, and a dash of raw pressure -- applied to an exceptionally excited nerve cluster -- to finally usher in Midwinter’s final verse.

Midwinter tilted her head back and gritted her teeth, groaning an explicative into the air. Her whole body then released as Gara felt the first rush of fluids splash against her maw. She drank what she could but was soon overwhelmed by the initial flood, meaning that much of Midwinter’s juices soaked into her muzzle and dripped onto the chair and floor below. Her juices were like a sinful nectar, mixing together a cocktail of forbidden tastes.

Midwinter’s orgasm was brief, with only a few frantic breaths and a prolonged moan, which was extended for several blissful moments by Gara’s reliable and never waning tongue.

Finally, Midwinter released her grip, allowing Gara to draw back and take a shaky breath.

At this point, Feather had rewarded her with several inches of his cock, thrusting them steadily into her. Though he still teased her, pushing his erection all the way to the point where his knot began to thicken but never actually allowing it to slip inside, toying with Gara by grinding the bulge against her lips.

He knew how badly Gara wanted it.

The bastard.

His talons drew away from her shoulder before coming down hard against her flank.

A mighty clap echoed through the room as Gara yelped loudly, more in surprise than actual pain.

Feather smirked and slid a claw across her body, using it to grab her wing and tug upon it lightly, forcefully unfurling it.

“How badly do you want it?” he asked.

Gara whimpered softly, desperately trying to rock back and take his knot. However, it was hopeless as Feather mimicked her motions, keeping his knot just far enough away that she’d never possibly reach it without his cooperation.

“A l-lot,” she muttered between airy breaths.

His grip tightened as he began to gently twist her wing, just enough to hurt. Though Feather knew how much of a painslut Gara was, using this to add onto his torturously slow foreplay.

“Then beg for it,” he growled.

MORE BEGGING!?

“Please, please, pleaseeeeee…”

He spanked her again, this time with a bit more force, leaving behind a bright red mark. The sting was a nice accent to her current mixture of desperation and arousal.

“Just saying please isn’t begging,” he growled.

“Please knot my worthless pony body! Please fill me with your superior gryphon spunk!”

Feather blinked dumbfoundedly. “Resorting to raceplay?” He chuckled. “Really, Gara?”

Gara sheepishly grinned. “S-sorry.”

Her grin was soon wiped away as he thrusted roughly into her, drawing forth another string of tingling moans.

“I should stop right now to punish you for that,” he warned.

“Please don’t,” Gara whimpered.

Feather hummed softly, staring down at Gara. His hips stopped cold, failing to move even the tiniest bit, staying perfectly still within her shaking form.

Finally, after far too many torturous seconds, he thrusted nice and deep, driving his knot into her.

“Fine, I’ll let you off with a warning,” he smirked, “this time.”

Gara’s lower lips were stretched wide to accommodate for Feather’s new girth, her inner walls practically stuffed to the brim. An explosion of emotions gripped Gara as she was ripped between raw pleasure, a tingling essence of degradation for being so thoroughly used, and a sense of being owned by Feather for housing his nice thick knot. These emotions merged together to toy with her mind, polluting it with an array of depraved little thoughts.

Now if only she had her collar. Then this would’ve been absolutely perfect.

Sigh.

As Gara looked to the side, she noticed that Midnight and Gold had gotten back into things.

Gold rested the front half of his body on the floor, sticking his hindquarters proudly into the air. He wiggled his hips back and forth, his erection bobbing as he tried to entice his master.

Midnight stood over him, bracing himself against Gold as he rested his erection between his flanks, idly grinding it back and forth. A bottle of lube was kept afloat by his magic as he popped open the lid and poured a generous dollop onto his cock. He used his magic to spread it, massaging it evenly into his erection.

Midnight moaned softly at the sensation, a chill running up his spine.

“Remember,” he said. “No touching of the balls.”

Gold snorted. “That’s on you.”

Midnight formed a small plug with his magic and drenched it with lube. He then pushed it into Gold, popping the magical butt plug into his body.

Gold tensed, a soft moan rumbling in the back of his throat. His cock twitched and a good dose of pre bubbled to the tip of his erection, oozing onto the already fluid soaked flooring.

Midnight gave the toy a few little pumps before dissipating it, spreading a thick layer of lube inside of Gold’s slutty little asshole. At its deepest, the toy would graze against Gold’s prostate, sending another round of shivers through him.

“Don’t say I don’t do anything nice for you,” Midnight grumbled.

He then drew his hips all the way back, resting his glistening flare upon Gold’s rump.

The two of them were motionless for a moment, taking a collective breath to shore themselves up.

Midnight made the first move, pressing his erection against Gold’s anus.

Gold’s brow furrowed and he quaked as his rump slowly spread, eagerly accepting the flare. It took a bit of effort but Midnight eventually managed to slip inside. At which point both of them sighed in relief, the tension beginning to bleed away.

With Midnight’s flare now within Gold, he began to push forwards. His initial progress slowed as he only managed to press another inch or two into Gold’s tight little booty before running into resistance. He then rocked backwards and thrusted again, managing to advance at a snail’s pace with this tactic, feeding more of himself into Gold with each passing cycle of his hips.

Finally, as he approached a couple inches of penetration, Gold relaxed. His muscle began to slacken with his rear loosening enough to allow progress to be made in greater strides. Midnight instantly took advantage of this, thrusting forcefully forwards and driving in just shy of the median ring.

Gold gasped sharply before whimpering. “S-slow down. It’s not a raceeeeeee.”

Midnight huffed. “You’re awfully tight for a slut.”

Feather chuckled. “Having trouble there, Midnight?”

“S-shut up.”

Midnight decided to fix this problem, using a tried and tested approach. He slowly pulled his cock back out, and as he did this, he drizzled more lubricant onto his retreating shaft, stopping when only his flare remained within Gold.

His cock was now drowning in lubricant.

He then thrusted forwards, moving far more effortlessly now, as he drove mercilessly back to his previous depth.

A ragged, but pleasured sounding, breath oozed forth from Gold. His own cock was painfully erect, quivering as Midnight railed him. A thick bead of pearly white pre drizzled from the tip, dripping into the growing puddle below.

“God this month’s cleaning bill is going to suck,” Midwinter grumbled.

Midnight grunted loudly. “W-we’ll just charge it to Scroup’s credit card.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Midnight drew his hoof back and brought it down nice and hard upon Gold’s twinky butt, landing the blow with a satisfying clap and leaving behind a bright red hoofprint.

Gold yelped loudly, whimpering under the abuse.

Midnight chuckled and braced himself, beginning to thrust with growing confidence as he rocked back and forth with increasing regularity and speed. Due to the raw amount of lubricant used, and Gold’s growing comfort, he was now able to piston effortlessly, with little resistance given to his increasingly potent and wet sounding thrusts.

Soon he pressed his median ring against Gold’s tight little pucker. The momentary increase in thickness proved troublesome as his anus refused to allow Midnight further progress. Instead, he’d whimper and quiver as Midnight pressed forcefully upon it.

Finally, after a fair amount of pressure, Gold’s body finally conceded and the median ring slipped in with a satisfying pop.

Midnight groaned as he eased forwards and Gold let out a high-pitched little gasp, his voice cracking and face reddening at the sound.

“Should we show ‘superior gryphon spunk’ over there a thing or two about fucking,” Midnight grunted.

Gara covered her face. “Shutttt uupppppp.”

Gold’s next breath was ragged, hanging upon his lips. “L-lets do it.”

Midnight reared back and really laid into Gold, pumping his hips at an impressive pace. His strides grew longer and longer, eventually gliding all the way from his median ring down to the base with each potent motion.

All the while Gold made a plethora of pleasured little sounds. He squeaked, moaned, groaned, and cursed under his breath, running the entire gauntlet of orgasmic reactions as his body quivered and quaked.

Though, it was painfully obvious that Midnight was holding back and being especially careful in ensuring that his balls didn’t accidently…

Smack.

Both their balls collided in the air as Midnight slipped in just a little too deep.

Gold snickered. “Good job, gay boy.”

Midnight warmed. “S-shut up, it was an accident.”

“Sorry Midnight, you’re gay now.” Midwinter grinned. “It’s the rules.”

“I hate you all,” Midnight grumbled.

“Y-you’re awfully deep in my ass for someone who hates me,” Gold teased.

“I hate you the most.”

“Awww would…” He grunted. “would a kiss make you feel better?”

Midnight didn’t respond, the only noise coming from him being the wet slurp of his shaft grinding against Gold’s anus. It was accented with a pleasant background melody of a gryphon breeding his pony slut at the neighbouring table.

Gold grinned. “Well?”

“Fuck it, I’m already gay.”

Midnight leaned as far forwards as he could manage, hovering over top of Gold. In order to do this, he needed to hilt into the stallion’s tight little rear, filling him to brim with his quivering erection.

Gold groaned at suddenly being stuffed, his own cock twitching and oozing with a fresh spasm of pre. He leaned up to look at Midnight, and for a moment, the two of them stared longingly into each other’s eyes.

It was a passionate exchange with each of them practically glimmering in radiance.

They remained still for just a moment, and then they leaned in a little closer, and then a little closer, and then…

Midnight quickly darted back, his face burning a fiery red.

“Nope, nope, nope, still way too gay,” he said.

Gold stuck out his tongue. “Wuss.”

Midnight growled and punished him by drawing his hips back and delivering an incredibly rough thrust, his hips smacking loudly against his rump, making Gold squeak like a bitch.

“Shut up slut,” he growled.

Midwinter snorted. “Usually prodding his prostate has the opposite effect, dear.”

“And you shut up too.”

Gara moaned.

“AND YOU TOO!”

She gasped. “I-I was just moaning.”

Feather reached forward and gently caressed her cheek. “Ignore him, he’s just moody.”

At this point Feather’s hindquarters had picked up a nice pace, his thick knot sliding effortlessly in and out of her soaking lips. She moaned at the sensation, her voice quivering each time his knot stretched her tight little snatch.

Feather moved his talons away from her cheek, instead using it to grip a nice fistful of her hair. He tugged sharply upon it, making Gara yelp as her head was jerked back. At the same time, he thrusted, burying his cock as deeply as he could manage.

He didn’t move another inch, allowing Gara to feel herself stuffed with a proper gryphon cock. It was a tight fit and she could feel every inch of his massive erection stretching her. She took a shaky breath, closing her eyes as she attempted to adjust.

Her body had not evolved to handle a cock like this, yet over the course of a few minutes she’d become his perfect little cock sock. Her tight cunt hugged Feather close, embracing him in the moist warmth of her folds.

“Maybe I should pull out,” he teased. “Finish on your back.”

“N-no,” Gara whimpered.

“Oh? Do you have a better idea?”

“Breed me,” she pleaded. “Fill me with your seed.”

“That’s…not going to work,” Midwinter said. “You are vastly different species.”

Gara whined. “Pleaseeee!”

Feather grinned before pressing down hard upon the back of her head, forcing her face against the floor. She would’ve collapsed in a heap if it were not for the cock currently propping her rump up.

This is where the rutting really began, as Feather pistoned his hips heartily, violently thrusting into Gara with little regard for her wellbeing. Though judging by the stream of fragmented moans and quivering groans coming from her, he didn’t really need to worry about it.

His own core had tensed as his heavy gryphon balls threatened to release. He clenched his beak tightly, letting out a primal growl which only a predator could truly give off, much to Gara’s excitement.

“I’m getting close,” Feather and Midnight warned in unison.

The two of them looked at each other and shared a shaky smile.

Much like Feather, Midnight’s own tempo had really begun to build with him swiftly pumping his thick erection into Gold’s tight little anus. Gold himself was slumped against the floor, sharing in a similar well-used appearance with Gara.

Feather and Midnight nodded to each other, sharing a silent subconscious agreement.

The two of them then doubled down for a few blissful moments, their hips moving as quickly as their frames could manage. Feather pumped into Gara frantically while Midnight pounded as roughly as he could, the sound of their smacking hips drowning out everything, even the moaning of their well fucked partners.

Then, the two of them reached into the air and high fived, and at that moment, all was still.

Feather’s body relaxed, shuddering as he shot his warm gryphon spunk deep into Gara’s eagerly awaiting womb. Gara moaned at the warmth, sharing in his climax. Now gryphons were virile creatures and Feather soon filled Gara to the bursting point as his seed gushed past his erection, spurting out of her well used lower half.

Meanwhile, Gold actually climaxed before his partner, shooting a few potent strings of cum onto the flooring below. As this happened, his rump clenched tightly around Midnight’s erection, squeezing it in an attempt to milk him dry.

Since he’d already had a blowjob, Midnight’s second orgasm was nowhere near as impassioned. Yet, he still managed to shoot a few potent spurts of warm cum into his submissive’s ass.

Both Feather and Midnight’s erections soon began to wane, so the two of them pulled out of their corresponding sluts.

Gara and Gold both slumped against the floor. They were just so utterly drained, each a total mess with abundant fluids dripping from them.

They looked at one another and nodded.

Feather, being a nice guy, had the courtesy to pick Gara up and pull her tightly against his chest. She cooed in his embrace, nuzzling against his strong body. A pair of talons stroked her hair as the other gently rubbed her side.

“Have fun?” he asked.

She nodded. “A blast.”

Gold looked up at Midnight, smiling hopefully. “Cuddles?”

Midnight was silent, his expression cold.

Soon, Gold’s smile began to falter.

However, just as it seemed to be lost…

“Sure,” Midnight finally said.

He laid on the floor beside Gold, pulling him into a pleasant little hug.

“But if you tell anypony, you’re dead.”

Gold grinned. “Deal.”

Midwinter sighed. “And here I am, all alone…”

Feather rolled his eyes and reached over, pulling Midwinter into a hug with him and Gara.

“Thanks,” Midwinter mumbled, smiling sheepishly.

Feather smiled. “Hey, anytime.”

They all kind of just laid there, coming down from the ecstasy of a full-blown orgy.

Gold finally broke the silence. “Soooo…. Did I do a good enough job that you’ll make me a Horseworder First Class, now?”

Midnight snorted, looking between him and Gara. “Well, you two certainly did a good enough job to earn something…”

“So, let me get this straight,” Snowy Smart said. “You two had a private meeting with the Majors?”

She placed one of snow-white hooves upon the water cooler’s spout, refilling her little plastic cup.

Gara nodded. “Well with Midnight, Feather, and Midwinter. Scroup wasn’t there.”

“Right, right. And what did you talk about, again?”

Gold shrugged. “Oh you know, uh localizing and writing and world building and our promotions.”

“Right, your promotions…” Snowy sighed. “So, you’re both Horseworder First Classes now?”

“Exactly”

“And… that promotion came with a collar?”

Gara and Gold glanced at one another. Each of them now wore a cute little black collar with a little silver emblem dangling from the front.

Snowy gestured to Gold “A collar which just so happens to be decorated with Midnight’s cutie mark and…” Then to Gara. “Feather’s family emblem.”

Gold nodded. “Sounds about right.”

“Yeah this is just a standard issue uh… middle management choker.” Gara shakily grinned. “You know… to shows who our immediate supervisors are!”

Snowy nodded, remaining silent. She just kept nodding and nodding, refusing to say a word. This went on for several incredibly awkward seconds.

Finally, she threw up her hooves. “Fuck it, I’m going to see if Kasierreich is still hiring!”

Author's Note

Ok I'll admit, this fic was totally written as a joke that went way too far. Still, it was a blast and I'd like to thank everypony for volunteering for the first EaW porno.

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