I stood at the edge of the loading dock. Dusk was in the air, and everypony there knew it. We also realized that our task for the day was over, transferring over magical waste and discarded talismans to a ship headed for Zebrica for processing. Or maybe they just dumped it into a lake. Who cares.
“Hazard, you’re free to go,” my boss said loudly, as he trotted up to me. Normally we were stationed in a city along the interior, like hollow shades, but today for this specific hazardous cargo, we were in the port city of Baltimare.
“Thanks,” I said as I wiped the sweat off my brow with a foreleg. “The national inn is where you booked us all right?” I asked, thinking about where I was going to sleep tonight.
“Yep, and we got everypony a suite of their own, just don’t drink from the little mini-bar, if you do, that bill is on you,” Granite said with a shake of his hoof.
“Thanks, and uh, I’ll bear that in mind,” I said to the gruff stallion. He smiled a half smile back, and I spun around, I had a new city to explore for a few hours.
The walk away from the docks was pleasant, even as the unfamiliar smell of salt hung heavily in the air. The city surrounding the docks was a mess of concrete and desiccation though, whenever this city’s heyday had been it wasn’t the today. The ponies mostly looked away from me, and everyone minded their own business, not with the snootiness and superiority of Canterlot, or the high minded self-satisfaction of Trottingham. Eventually, I got into the city proper, where the smell of decay mixed with the smell of salt in the air, making a mixture that was sickly sweet-
“Woah,” I heard someone say as I nearly ran into them. I looked up and waved a hoof apologetically. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at the creature I had nearly bumped into. They were a brown coated griffon. And male. His deep voice sounded like it had come from a large earth pony stallion, but really it just sounded like that because he was a big male.
“Oh sorry, just daydreaming a bit,” I said to him. “Just got off work too.”
“It’s okay, I just got off work too,” he replied quickly, before looking away slightly as I met his gaze. “What were you daydreaming about?”
“Oh, nothing really, just thinking about this city, comparing it to others I’ve been to. It’s got a character to it, that I can’t quite put my hoof on,” I said to the large guy. “I’m hazard pay by the way.”
“Grimvale,” he said, before lifting one of his forelegs, with those exotic claws on the end in front of me. I looked at him strangely for a second, before realizing what he wanted. I lifted my foreleg and gave it to him. He flushed slightly before grasping my hoof and shaking it up and down for a moment. “Are you sure character isn’t another word for the smell?”
“You might be right, I’m new here, actually, I’ll always be new here, I’m only here for tonight,” I replied before grinning at him. His crest of fur on his chest seemed to puff up upon hearing that.
“Well, what were you planning on doing with your night in the illustrious and stinky city of Baltimare?” He said before laughing at his own language.
“Honestly, I was looking for a bar,” I said to him. He smiled a little.
“I know just the place, it’s perfect for a single night in Baltimare, besides the service there is great,” he said with a strange emphasis. I blinked and met his eyes. “Okay, the main bartender is a sight to behold.”
“I’ll take your word for it, lead on,” I said to the rook in front of me. He turned and waited for me to get even with him. But at that moment where he had his back turn, I ogled the exotic male, his rump looked strong and toned, and his leonine tail waved back and forth like a cat’s.
“I guess, that makes me your guide. My name is Grimvale,” he said as I came abreast to him.
“Grimvale the griffon, I like it,” I said before sticking my tongue out at him for a moment. He looked crossed for a moment, before smiling back at me.
“Hazard Pay the earth pony, seems a bit on the nose doesn’t it?” He replied a moment later, his eyes meeting mine, there was a bit of a challenge in them.
“That may be true, but it doesn’t have that phonetic twinge to it,” I said to him as the sun was swallowed by the horizon. It was a slight shock when the street lights flicked on and surrounded us in the cold light of civilisation.
“Oh trust me, I know: Grimvale the gallant, gregarious griffon galloped,” he finished his alliteration just as I burst out laughing.
“If you’ve had your whole life to work on that, I thought it would be better,” I said before flicking my tail lightly against his hips. He jumped a little at the contact, before letting out a deeply held breath.
“Where are you from, you audacious mare?” he asked, smiling broadly.
“My folks are from Van Hoover, I left there when I was young though,” I told him simply. “I’m from all over Equestria, probably gave me my Wanderlust at an early age.”
“I kinda wish you had the accent, it’s a cute one,” he replied. His tail flicked back and forth behind him, he had a prowling softness in his steps and a wild playfulness in his demeanour. I liked it. A lot.
“It’d probably get grating fast,” I shot back.
“I guess we’ll never know for sure,” the rook replied.
“I mean, maybe it’ll come out if you buy me enough drinks-” I said with a laugh, he smiled back and the thought of taking a drunk mare home appealed to him, I could tell.
“That can be arranged, in the pursuit of the science of course.”
“Sure,” I said as we walked into the darkening city together.
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“Well, hello!” The yellow bar mare wearing the apron said with a thick accent. “Sugar, I wasn’t expecting you on a Tuesday,” she said to Grimvale, who smiled slightly. “And I’ve never seen you before cutie,” she said while looking into my eyes. Her eyes reminded me of the ocean itself, a pool of blue that you could get lost in.
“I’ve never been to this city before, probably why,” I said to her as I shook myself out of my reverie. The bar stool creaked underneath me as I leaned forward, letting my forehooves stretch out on the battered wooden counter.
“Yeah, I’m showing her the city, starting with the best bar in Baltimare,” Grimvale said. The mare across the bar laughed softly.
“He only says that because he’s sweet on me,” the mare said to me without looking at him, speaking like he wasn’t there. “The thing is, he knows flattery will get him-”
“Everywhere,” he said with a wry smile plastered across his beaked face. The rest of the place was empty, with only a couple scattered booths with ponies in them.
“Don’t go tellin’ everyone that walks in that,” the mare said to him with a hint of annoyance, but mostly just that infectious happiness that flowed from her like light from a bulb. “Anyhow, my name is Lemon Frost, what would you like to drink, I’ll just assume he’s payin’.”
“Manehattan, sweet vermouth,” I replied instantly, the words for my basic starter drink having been burned into my vocal cords, and my liver. “And uh, I’m Hazard Pay, pleased to meet you, Lemon Frost.”
“Same Sug,” she said with a slight curtsy before looking over at my griffon acquaintance. “The usual?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Grim replied before turning to me, but not before sneaking a glance at Lemon’s rump when she turned around to make our drinks. “See, I told you, best bar, and the best place to cry.”
“You didn’t say that second part,” I said with a concerned look on my face.
“It was implied,” He replied with a smirk.
“Implications must work differently in Balitmare,” I said with a curious look spread across my muzzle.
“I mean a lot of tears are shed here,” he replied in a low voice. Moments later, Lemon turned around and presented us with our drinks. His was a fruity looking number with pomegranate chunks mixed in with an amber liquid.
“Do they put that on the tourism guides?” I asked.
“Again, you’re implying we have tourists,” Grimvale replied with a laugh.
“It’s always implications with you, is anything ever just spelt out around here?”
“Oh don’t mind that, he’s just nervous being around such a cute mare,” Lemon Frost said simply. She smiled broadly at the rook before meeting my eyes.
“Lemon!” He protested while pointedly not looking at me.
“I mean, I am cute,” I replied huskily. “And you’re a handsome griffon,” I added a moment later. He turned his head and baulked. His mouth hung open. Without missing a beat, I lifted my forehoof and closed his beak for him.
“Exactly!” Lemon said before turning her attention back to a dirty glass.
“Y-yeah,” Grimvale said in a low voice. I let my hoof drift down to his shoulder, rubbing it gently for a moment.
“You’re adorable,” I said with a laugh. “Just relax.”
“Alright,” he said as he let out a deeply held breath. Then he looked at his drink, before lifting it and downing it in one gulp. I was taken slightly, aback, before doing the same to my drink.
“I hope your bird liver can keep up,” I said with challenge embedded in my voice.
“I technically have a lion liver, I think,” Grimvale said before shaking his head from side to side.
“You aren’t sure?” I asked with a grin.
“I slept through a lot of biology class, okay,” he replied exasperatedly.
“See, that was laying your cards on the table,” I moved my hoof away from him. “Can we get another round?” I said to Lemon. She smiled at that, before grasping two glasses and starting the drink making procedure.
“Okay, you might be right, it doesn’t make you nice,” he replied.
“Buddy, I lift heavy shit all day, and venture to new and strange locales to find new heavy dangerous things to move, I don’t have time for nice,” I said with harshness in my voice. “And honestly, I’m just waiting on you to stop flirting and make a concrete move.”
“Fine!” he raised his voice, before setting a talon covered claw on my withers. He squeezed a little with his claws, letting them dig into me a little, and make my muscles tense up. My shoulders were broad and strong, as befitted an earth mare who actually had to work for a living. “I know you’re staying in a hotel, I’ll buy us a bottle of booze, and you’ll make room on that bed for me.”
“There we go!” I said with a laugh. He squeezed me again as I spoke. I let my eyes hang open halfway, and a sultry smile appear on my muzzle. “I’d be delighted to get shitfaced with you.”
“S-sure,” he said after a moment’s reflection. “How much for a bottle from the back?”
“For you, because you need all the help you can get-” Lemon Frost said with a note of humour. “-twenty bits.”
“Deal,” Grimvale said before knocking back the beverage before him. His breath stunk of liquor. And so did mine.
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The door to the room clicked softly as we shut it behind us, in Grimvale’s hands was a bottle of whiskey, and a decent bottle at that. I on the other hoof had a bucket of ice, liberated from the ice machine down the hallway. He slammed the bottle down on the desk, and nearby a small stack of plastic cups sat ready to be used. I dumped some ice in them, before watching as the rook carefully added the burning liquor to the glasses.
“Good bird,” I said as he passed me the cup. I took it in my hoof and raised it into the air. He did the same, his talons gripping the cup in an elegant way that I couldn’t match. “To a long, not so boring life.” There wasn’t much of a clink as I pressed the plastic cup against his. Both of us lifted the cups to our mouths before pouring the liquid down our throats. It burned majestically, like a dying phoenix on its way down.
“Amen,” the griffon said in his already inebriated state. “That’s what you say afterwards right?”
“No,” I said flatly, with a curious bite of my lip.
“Well, griffon families don’t have toast very often, being carnivores and all-” I cut him off with a hit to his shoulder.
“That was a very bad pun! Bad Griffon!” I hit him again to which he laughed before turning his whole body towards me. He stood tall, his proud physique not at all undermined by his normal nervousness. By now, he was beyond such concerns. He cocked his head at me before grasping my hitting hoof with a talon. His grip wasn’t strong enough to hurt, but I could feel the bundles of muscle waiting to be used. Here was a predator made of two different predators, and bigger than both. I winked into my tail. Without thinking about it, I leaned forward and snuggled into his neck feathers, smelling the exotic masculinity on display. Savouring it…
“What are you doing?” He asked, confused, even as he let his grip fall away. Instead, he grasped my withers and pulled me closer to him.
“Enjoying your feathers, and your scent,” I said drunkenly, before letting one of my forelegs drift lower down his neck, and onto his barrel. The leonine fur was rougher than a ponies but sleeker and closer to his body.
“Oooh,” he said in low voice before settling his beak on my withers and holding me tighter to him. “You certainly know how to treat a Rook.”
“Actually, you’re the first Griffon I’ve ever gotten this close to,” I replied with a bit self-consciously.
“I see,” he said before I let go of him. Instantly his possessive talons lost their grip. I pulled away from him, before grabbing the bottle of burning liquor. I poured another glass for both of us. He grabbed the bottle in his hands, I did the same, and we repeated the earlier drink. Instead of grabbing him, I spun around and jumped onto the bed, before splaying my hind legs and looking at him from over my shoulder. I was nothing if not overt. “I really see.”
“I know you do,” I said before watching the big bird slowly walk around the bed, before sitting his large form on the right side of the bed. I turned my head as he walked around. I turned onto my side, letting my head swing over towards his body. I smiled as the griffon’s attention slid down my body, stopping as he looked at my teats. “You can touch them if you want.”
He acted immediately, his claws reached out and grasping my teats with gentle curiosity. I moaned quietly as he touched my hard nipples, the cool claws felt foreign, but pleasing. I spread my legs a bit further and watched as Grim turned himself around, letting his beak come closer and closer to my tits and my honeypot. Without stopping for a breath, or any sort of dramatic pause, he slipped his long, warm tongue out of his beak and lavished a lick on my lower nipple.
“That tickles!” I said with a laugh as he looked back up at me in confusion. “You can go lower though if you want-” He took my other nipples between his beak and lightly closed it around the nub of skin. I moaned and grabbed at his hind legs, pulling them and the thing currently spilling out of his sheath closer. Upon inspection, it wasn’t the biggest cock I had ever seen, heard about, or taken. It did, however, have a large bulbous knot at the base, and a series of little ridges along the bottom of the base. With a hoof, I touched it and it twitched heavily, before dribbling a bit of pre-cum onto my hoof.
“Are you going to-” he started to say before I pulled his ass closer to my head. A second later, I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, making his hips buck a little and a heavy moan exit his beak.
“Does that answer your question?” I asked him as my hooves travelled up and down the sides of his cock. He responded by burying his tongue deep in my pussy. I moaned loudly, before opening my mouth and plunging it down on his dick. All dick tasted the same, but his tongue certainly felt different as it explored my tunnel, I felt my hind legs twitch as he touched all the little folds of my pussy with his beak, spreading them as he pushed his face further into me.
I was dripping wet by now, my marehood winking up into his beak ever couple seconds, all of my attention being used to attack his cock with my tongue, my hooves wrapping around the big male’s body. I managed to put my lips against that fat knot at the base of his cock. He let out a grunt as my lips slobbered saliva all over his base, and his cock throbbed in my mouth. In return, the griffon stuffed the first half of his beak into my pussy stretching it out and opening it up just enough for that tongue to lick even further back into my pussy. I let my mouth retreat from his cock and looked up at him.
“You’re amazing!” I yelled as he slithered that long, dexterous muscle around in me. He pulled his beak out and groped at my ass, squeezing the fat and muscle with those talons of his. I nearly came as griffon looked at me from between my tensed up hind legs. His beak was dripping with juices, and there was a wild look in his eyes. Without missing a beat the bird grasped me by the ass and pulled himself up to his hooves, but not before pushing me down into the bed. My tail was grabbed as the big male spun himself around. His cock hung below him like a spear, aiming for my marehood. He grabbed my tail and pulled up with it, I had no choice but to raise my rump in the air, my pussy winked at the rough treatment.
“You like that?” He asked brusquely as I panted from the attention.
“I’ve been waiting all night for that,” I replied as he mounted me bodily, letting his talons grip my shoulders and the bottom of my barrel.
“I know,” he said as he ground the tip of his tapered cock against my entrance. “Now take it.” Grimvale said as he pushed his lion hips forward and slipped inside me. My response was something just a little short of a scream as I felt him drive deeply into me.
“T-that all you got?” I asked, my voice stablized for the moment as the two of us got used to the sensations of our coupling.
“Not in the least,” he replied as he forced the last few inches of his cock into me, his fat knot pressing against the outside of my tunnel. I winked and my clit slammed into it, the kiss of the sensitive sexes sending both of us loads of pleasure…
“Gimme all you got then,” I yelled back, just as he began to pull his hips back, his legs straining as he pulled his fat cock out of me. Just when it seemed he was going too far back, and only his tip remained in me, he pressed back with a wild grunt. I let out a squeaky moan as he slammed back into me. His ridges felt amazing as they slid along my writhing walls. The smell of sex hit my nose, as it began to permeate the room.
“That more your speed?” He asked breathlessly, as he retreated again.
“More like my rhythm and force, but YEEAAH,” I screamed as he pushed back in me with all of his strength. I was a bit worried, as his knot slammed agaisnt my dripping vulva, spreading and touching so much of my pussy-
“F-fuck y-you!” He said between thrusts, his cock twitching needily inside me, even as my winking sped up and a familiar feeling began to build in my gut.
“You are!” I shot back as he rutted me hard.
“Obviously!” He yelled into my ears as he held me tightly, my rump pushing back against his thrusts. The claws on his fingers scratching my stomach and my withers, almost piercing the skin under my fur.
“Bird Brain!” I said as I forced my pleasure filled rump back against his thrust. He twitched as he pushed forward too-
“Aaah!” I yelled as his bulbous and engorged knot slipped into my pussy, stretching me more than I’d ever been stretched before. He moaned deeply, and his cock pulsed inside me. I felt his beak come down on my neck, before biting down on my neck, I felt the pain and the pleasure of his mating-
I exploded, or it felt that way, with his cock and knot deep in my pussy, and his whole being covering me, holding me tightly. The wave of cum that followed wasn’t a series of spurts like a stallion, it was like a single tidal wave of white being shot deep inside me. It pushed me over the edge as my clit winked out and caused some of that whiteness to start flowing down my legs and onto the poor sheets we were fucking on top of. When I came, my front legs collapsed and my face was planted directly into the pillows. I snorted loudly as I felt Grimvale remove his beak from my neck. There would be an interesting mark there for the next couple days…
“S-sorry, I got kinda into it-” he started to say as he climbed off of me. Before he could continue, I forced my legs to stay up, and I spun around halfway. My eyes stared into his. I put my foreleg on his shoulder and pulled his a little closer to me. Before letting my legs drop, I dragged him and me both into the embrace of the sullied mattress. He didn’t complain as I snuggled up to him a moment later. I pulled him closer to me, and he wrapped me with his forelegs. Our faces were inches from each other. I decided to go for it and kissed his beak. He opened his beak in surprise and my tongue delved inside his exotic mouth. After his surprise wore off, he pushed his catlike, textured tongue against mine, eventually pushing mine back, and entering my muzzle. I moaned deeply and bumped my hips against his sheath, already swelling up again-
“You wanna go again?” I asked him softly after we broke out kiss.
“Only if you’re on top,” he said nervously. His cock twitched when I nodded assent.
“Good bird,” I said a moment later, as my dripping, cum filled cunt leaked onto the bed and him as I climbed on him. Already he was throbbing and bulging…
It was gonna be a fun night~
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