Plot Tryst

She frowned, staring at the blank paper with a frustrated gaze. "I've been working on this draft for a month, and I've still gotten bucking nowhere with it," She thought to herself angrily, absentmindedly kicking the leg of her chair. She dropped her quill suddenly, rubbing her aching horn. She didn't know how mares like Moon Dancer kept it up, but levitating something for hours on end would hurt anypony's horn!

She sighed, resolving to return to the quill and paper later. Hopping out of her chair and trotting over to the fridge, she stuck her hoof in and fished around for a moment, retrieving a large bottle of hard cider from its hiding spot near the back of the fridge. Pivoting around, she lightly kicked the fridge shut and skipped over to a cabinet, opening it and levitating out a large bag of popcorn, popping it into the microwave.

She closed her eyes and hummed to herself, the air conditioning in her apartment having kicked on from the harsh heat of summer. Despite the cool air being pumped into her apartment, there was still a small amount of lingering sweat coating her fur. Standing on her hind hooves and leaning onto her countertop, her gaze drifted towards the TV, feeling herself grin involuntarily as she watched a few poor ponies get chewed out on Tartarus's Kitchen.

She allowed herself to sit there for a moment, jumping slightly when she heard the microwave beep, signalling that her popcorn was done. Bringing it, as well as a large bowl, over with a mental tug, she trotted over to her couch, rolling onto it and sprawling out. Crawling further up the couch, she curled up a bit, stuffing a bottle of alcohol between the cushions next to her as she poured her popcorn into a bowl.

Swiping at the remote on the nightstand with a hoof, she started idly browsing the channels, occasionally popping a hoof-full of popcorn into her mouth. "Equestria's Most Wanted... Horse M.D... Seaquestria's Got Talent," She huffed, giving the television an annoyed glare. "Why's there never anything good on?! Stupid buckin' TV..." She muttered to herself, her frustration only exacerbating her growing hornache.

She snorted, uncapping her bottle and taking a few large gulps from it, savoring the faint taste of apples that came with the soft burn of the weak alcohol. Screwing the cap back onto her bottle, she finally settled on leaving the current show on; Bird vs Wild.

She lounged there, breathing softly, contemplating. "I don't know nearly enough about gryphons to make Glitzy and Houston's relationship seem organic, and I doubt that the library has books about it, and it's not like I can just waltz up to any random gryphon on the street and ask how they buck!

She huffed, laying her head down and just watching the television, the gryphon on the television jabber on about various edible insects and plants. And then a thought came to mind.

"It doesn't have to be a random gryphon though..."

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She panted as she walked through the busy Canterlot streets, the sun threatening to cross the pinkish horizon and give way to the soft and cool embrace of the starry night, creeping up from the eastern skies. The scent of equine vapors wafted into her nose as the market closed down for the night, entwining with the harsh aroma of cigarette smoke that permeated the air whenever she passed an alleyway.

Trotting along at a brisk pace, lovely housing gave way to more modest accommodations. Marbled streets turned to cobblestone roads and paths as she descended into what could very well be considered the "Middle-Class" district of Canterlot. It wasn't too bad all things told, even by her standards.

Eventually, as her coat was matted with sweat, she arrived at a smaller house, the light of a lamp visible in the large living room window. Walking up to the door, she tentatively raised her hoof and pressed the doorbell, a soft biiiiing-booong~ resounding throughout the home.

The voice of an older creature rang out in response, the slight tinge of an Appleloosan accent making itself apparent to her ears. "Hol' up now, I'm coming, I'm coming!" She heard the clacks of talons stepping on wood. The door opened to reveal a larger griffon in his 30s, clad in a black apron. "'Ey there Page! Come to see Ol' Harrier again?"

She smiled bashfully, smiling softly. "Yes, Harri'. Can I... Can I come in?" She asked, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She felt butterflies dancingexcitedly in her stomach as she tapped a hoof on the porch.

He threw his head back and laughed. "O' course not, darlin'! I was jus' making some fish stew, so you can chow down if you'd like." He stepped back and gestured for her to come inside.

She gently bowed her head in appreciation, stepping through the threshold. Her hooves clopped against the hardwood floor as she moved into the foyer, the smell of poached prawns and fish making her salivate. "Oh Harrier, you know how to make a mare happy," She said, wandering into the messy kitchen. Ingredients and bowls were scattered on the various countertops, as well as a very large bottle of vintage wine. She turned back to the gryphon, who simply sat in the doorway with a smug look on his beak. "Were you expecting anyone? If so I don't want to intru-" She stopped as he held up a claw, silencing her.

"No no, nothin' like that. I usually make this stew once a year. 'S when my folks used to cook way back when," He paused, staring her down for a moment. She felt a tingle go along her spine, shivering a little bit from the sensation. "It's... It's nice havin' someone to enjoy it with fer once."

Both of their heads snapped over to the counter as the egg timer went off suddenly. Harrier hurried over and took the large pot off of the stove, looking back towards Eclipsed and nodding his head towards the wine bottle. "If you'd be so kind, can you set th' table while I get this finished up?"

She nodded, grabbing the bottle and bringing out a few wine glasses from the cabinets above in her magical grasp, trotting over to, in her opinion, an already immaculate table. The table cloth was pulled taut against the table, a candelabra in the center already lit, the scented candles wafting a soft lavender aroma into the air.

Setting the glasses on either side of the table as well as the wine bottle, she looked back into the kitchen and levitated two forks from the countertop, setting them next to the wine glasses. She retrieved a chair from the corner of the room and sat down, waiting for Harrier.

A short time later, Harrier walked back into the room carrying two bowls of stew. Setting one in front of her, he unceremoniously dropped into a chair of his own, digging a claw into the wine bottle and uncorking it. He looked up at her, speaking as he poured them both a glass. "So, what brings ya to see lil' old me? Usually it's to go bowlin' or to drag me out of my hovel."

She pursed her lips, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Well... You know that story I've been writing recently?"

He nodded, taking a bite of his stew and gulping it down. "Yeah, what of it?"

She twirled a stray lock of mane with her hoof for a moment. "Well," she said, looking into his eyes. "... W-What are some typical courting rituals for gryphons?"

He raised an eyebrow at that, shrugging. "Well. There ain't too much to it. If we're in love wit' somepony, we say it outright. Fer' example, I've crushin' on you harder than a rock for 'bout a year now and was gonna ask you on a date next Hearts and Hooves day."

She blushed, taking a sip of her wine. She was already feeling pretty tipsy from the earlier bottle of cider, and the wine certainly wasn't helping in that regard. "Oh what they hay," She thought, leaning forward with an awkward smile on her face. "Well then, Mister. If you're just going to come out and say it so bluntly..." She winked at him, darting forward and kissing him on the beak.

Harrier's eyes crossed as he stared at her, shrugging and leaning into the kiss. Pulling back, he looked down at Page, the smaller mare looking up at him affectionately. "Y'sure you wanna do this, Darlin'?"

She gave him a lopsided grin, taking a large swig of her wine and looking across at him through lidded eyes. "Harrier, I'm buzzed right now. Just..." She gave him a look of sheer desperation. "Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind, okay hun?"

He chuckled, walking around the table and pulling Page into another deep kiss, standing up and hoisting her up by her flanks. She giggled and wrapped her hooves around his neck, sliding her tongue into his beak.

Stumbling up the stairs, their tongues danced and intertwined, both her and Harrier pulling apart for air once they reached the top, a thin trail of saliva trailing between them as Harrier leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

They shared a look for a moment before diving back into each other, their tongues dancing as Harrier slid along the wall towards his bedroom. Page's eyes widened as she felt his tip poking out of its sheath and into her flank, strengthening her grip on the gray gryphon as she dragged her tongue along his beak, the sharp point nearly drawing blood.

As she savored the taste of his mouth, Harrier had finally navigated the two of them to his bedroom door. He roughly kicked it open, backpedaling towards the bed and tripping onto it, Page now lying on top of him, his dick sandwiched between her thighs, rubbing against her marehood.

She pulled away from him with a devious grin, eyeing his form up and down, the drawn curtains casting a dim light across the perpetually panting pair. Slowly, teasingly, she slid off of him and towards the edge of the bed, planting soft kisses along his belly, looking deeply into his eyes as she did so. The feathers tickling the tip of her nose turned to soft and well-groomed fur, the scent of his body wash nearly driving her wild.

She finally slid off of him entirely, her haunches sitting squarely upon the floor. Poised in front of her sat what was probably the biggest, most erect cock she had ever seen. Thinking to herself as she laid eyes upon it, she was practically drooling. "Twelve inches at the least... Oh my~"

Her eyes turned to the two large orbs sitting between her lover's thighs, each at least the size of an apple. She stuck her nose in between them, breathing in Harrier's musk. She slid her tongue out and dragged it along one of his balls, the action eliciting a moan from above. "Ohhh shit, Page, you're way too good at this..."

She giggled, drawing away from his sack gripping his shaft with a hoof. "Oh really? What if I did..." She squeezed his shaft while pumping near the base with her other hoof, a globule of pre spilling out of his tip. "This?"

All Harrier could do was fall back upon the bed, grunting at the sensation. She giggled, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking his juices down her gullet, pulling off with a soft pop. "Try not to cum too quickly, okay... Harri'?"

He nodded dumbly in response, his eyes focused squarely on her, and she was loving every minute of it. Maintaining eye contact as best she could, she licked him from his base all the way to the tip, making sure to take all the time in the world to do so, fondling his balls as she dragged her tongue along his shaft. As she ascended back up to the head, she kissed it fervently, lapping at it with her tongue.

Wrapping her lips around him, she gave him a wink before descending slowly, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of what she had in store. As she inhaled each and every inch of his cock, she sucked as hard as she could, her throat forming a vacuum seal around his shaft. After nearly a minute of working her way down, she reached his base, her chin resting on his testes. "Ughk!" She gagged, her eyes starting to tear up. Looking up at him, she gingerly rose her maw off of his pelvis and rewarded his patience by swirling her tongue around his shaft like it was an ice cream cone, making sure to explore every bit of it.Page was taking her time and ensuring she was able to trace every vein back up to his tip.

She suckled on the head while staring directly into his eyes, downing every ounce of the thick, salty juices that were gushing out. Once she was sure she had gotten every last drop that she could milk out of him, she went back down, and up again. The soft gulps and audible sucking noises filled the room as she tended to the gryphon. After nearly five minutes of this, she felt him tense.

"Sh-Shit Page! I'm nearly there!" Her eyes widened, as she pulled off of him with a loud POP!

She knelt down and took in one final breath of his delectable sack. "Ah ah ah, you aren't allowed to cum until I do!" She jumped up and splayed herself across the large bed, her belly and stiff teats exposed.

Harrier let out a few heavy breaths before climbing on top of her, laying his length across her belly, the tip nearly touching her rib cage. He gave her a concerned glance. "Y'sure bout this?"

She nodded, staring at the thick slab of meat that lie on top of her. "Uh-huh. D-Don't go too rough, okay?"

That was apparently all the confirmation he needed, as he pulled his hips back and aligned himself with her entrance, lubricating himself with her sopping wet slit. He pushed in slowly, and she felt her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head. She was barely able to fit him into her mouth, and her vagina was massively stretched just from the little bit she had inside of her! She panted as more and more of his throbbing cock made its way inside of her, and her jaw dropped as he hilted, her belly bulging with an outline of his tip.

He pulled back, her walls tightening and refusing to relinquish him easily. He pushed in slightly harder this time, and again, and again, building up a rhythm and soon enough she felt herself screaming in pleasure as he slammed into her like a piston, each thrust producing a harsh, meaty PLAP!

"F-F-Fuck me harder HaAAAAARRRRRRRIIIIE!!!!" She felt herself tighten as she gave in to the throes of her orgasm, her partner merely grinning in response and increasing his tempo.

He fucked her through her orgasm, thrusting as if his life depended on it, grabbing her forehooves and using them as leverage, causing her to scream in pleasure as he battered his way into her womb.

"Is that ~unf~ how ya ~ungh~ like it, Page?!" He slammed into her one final time, throwing his head back before giving her rope after rope of his thick cum, her belly filling up and trails of his essence flowed out of her vagina.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and one last thought entered her mind before she gave in to the sheer sexual exhaustion she was experiencing.

"Best. Idea. Ever!"