Something Exotic

by Scout Feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Griffons, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Porn
Length: 5051

He's always had a taste for the exotic, but a Gryphon kitten? That's something new.

He's always had a taste for the exotic, but a Gryphon kitten? That's something new...

Contains foalcon.

Written for a friend.

Published 2019-05-31 05:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-31 05:40:01 UTC

A Young Gryphon is a Kitten

Something Exotic

Ponyville was under the worst heat wave it’d seen in nearly half a decade. Ponies flocked to any solution they could find to escape the heat. Sugarcube corner was packed to the brim, the local swimming hotspots were all taken up, and air condition sales boomed.

A young stallion sat leaning against a tree in the town park, basking in the shade and sipping at a cold drink. All around him, ponies were making use of the weather while trying to stay cool. Ponies enjoyed picnics, pegasi drifted around above, and foals ran around, laughing and giggling.

It was a pleasant sort of day, and the stallion wasn’t about to let some heat bring him down. He’d gotten the best spot of shade in the whole park, and had enough drink to last him the afternoon. With a book in front of him, he was set for the day, and so, blocking out the distractions of the active world around him, he set about to read.

Despite preparations for the contrary, a short few hours passed before the stallion found his concentration waning. He so desired to finish reading that book, but with all the nearby activity, it became increasingly difficult to read words on the page. Every now and then, a cute pegasus would drift by, or a mare with a nice rump would trot along the path. His eyes constantly had to wander, and he cursed his hormone-fuelled brain for betraying him.

It had been months since he’d been to bed with anyone, and to his annoyance, his body was constantly reminding him of that. He struggled for mere moments to focus back on the book in his hooves, and to his credit he succeeded for several pages, until a particularly attractive Zebra mare trotted by. He watched her hungrily as her rump swayed to and fro, her tied-up tail in that typical Zebrican fashion always giving away more of a view that it should.

Ah, Zebras. He recalled a time, years ago, when he’d courted one for a short period. She had been incredibly flexible, always surprising him with new positions, contorting her body in strange ways. They’d rutted nearly every night until she left to return to her homeland. That was, he remembered, the first time he’d realized how much he craved the exotic and beautiful.

Later, he’d spent the weekend with a Batpony in her small hovel on the outskirts of town, learning just how much she’d do for a mango treat. Then, by happenstance, he encountered an injured Changeling who he helped out of a bad situation, and was appropriately ‘rewarded’. There were numerous late night encounters with that particular bug, who had followed him home and made the occasional visit whenever she felt hungry. Keep your Pegasi, Unicorns, and Earth Ponies. They just didn’t have the same flavour.

As he sat there reminiscing about days gone by, and partners he wished he could find again, a small orange blur caught his attention. Above him was what he could only assume to be a small foal whizzing about, darting back and forth between treetops and clouds. Most of the foals he’d seen were either accompanied by at least a few companions, or their families; this one was apparently all alone.

Spinning and twirling through the air, the speeding orange bullet careened into a puffy cloud and sent it into multiple directions. There came a triumphant squeal of delight, and the little thing drifted down to the ground.

It was then that the stallion got a good look at it... a Gryphon! It was small, and perhaps by his original estimation, just a kitten. It looked around with eyes that seemed far too big for its scruffy head, spotted him, and swelled with pride. Before he had a chance to even think of a reason to protest, it had scampered up to him.

“Didja see that? Didja see what I did? Well, Mister?” Those goofy, adorable eyes peered up at him, as if trying to gaze into his soul. He felt strangely endeared and an overwhelming desire to protect that innocent little fuzzball. Judging by it’s feminine face, slight curve at the hips that wasn’t quite developed yet, and the squeaky voice, he guessed it must have been a girl.

“Sure, kid. I saw. It was something.” He looked up at the sky as if deep in thought, but really, he was trying to get that adorable stare out of his vision. Another part of him held a growing and altogether contrary desire that filled him with a much more familiar emotion and heat in parts that one shouldn’t allow in proper company... that he found her to be sexy.

“You mean super cool!” The Gryphon exclaimed, hopping around in place. He glanced outfrom the corner of his eye as the kitten skipped about, got sight of her long and fluffy tail and chased it enthusiastically. She ran about herself for a short while, snapping away at the tail with her beak.

The kitten ran around in circles. She had won the battle of beak vs. tail, taking a clump of fur in her mouth and letting out a cute growl. It was like she’d forgotten he was there entirely, facing away and wrestling with herself.

Taking what seemed like a golden opportunity, he tilted his head just low enough to get a peek below her slightly lifted tail, eyes glued near that little rump that was still held some remaining roundness from baby fat, or perhaps one too many sweets. Just as he expected, there was a plump set of feminine lips, looking all the more inviting by the minute.

He realized too late that helping himself to such an entertaining view would have its consequences. He moved to cover his crotch with his book in the hopes of hiding the half-chub he was sporting. Naked as they were, it was nonetheless ill-advised to go exposing oneself to a child, filly or kitten.

The fluffball in front of him, remembering he was there, released her tail and spun around at rapt attention as if sensing something was off. He wished so dearly to see her netherbits again, the image stored away in his memory for a different time, but she had another goal in mind, advancing on him with deadly determination.

In a flash, the kitten pounced onto a pile of leaves at his side, with all the enthusiasm and single-mindedness of an actual Kitten. Her blue eyes peered at him intensely, as if judging if he were some threat, or a friend. It didn’t take long before, her mind made up, she curled herself up on his side, nestling into his fur.

“I’m Amber, by the way!” She chirped, her body practically buzzing as she fell into a comfortable purr, brushing her head against his foreleg in a bid for attention. He could barely begin to wonder where her parents were before he found himself instinctively reaching up and tousling her already-messy hair.

“I haven’t seen you around here before. Do you live nearby?” He started scratching at the back of her head as she kicked out a leg and purred louder.

“Nope! I’m with my parents to visit a cousin who’s going to school here! He’s not really my cousin, though, on account of me being adopted and all.” She grinned about as wide as a Gryphon could with her beak, giving a few delighted chirping sounds as she stretched out a wing and began absentmindedly preening herself.

“Oh, that’s nice of them,” he mused, staring off into the distance, deep in thought, “and they’re busy right now? I mean, aren’t they worried about you off on your own?”

“Naaah,” came the chirpy overeager response. “my Dad says I’m ‘respon-sah-bull’ so I just gotta be back before dinner.” She plucked out a broken feather with nary a wince, letting it drift to the ground to join the leaves.

“Oh, I see.”

He had just had a nasty, horrible thought. Here was this cute young thing, snuggled against him with incredible trust for somepony she’d just met, and she wasn’t even from town. What’s more, she was off on her own, her parents unlikely to think twice about her absence for a few hours. Could he really do what he was thinking?

“Hey, whassat?” The kitten had crawled halfway onto his stomach and was prying at his book with her talons, trying to peek under it. She was too curious for her own good, and his inhibitions were already fleeting.

“Um, erm. It’s, uh...” Damn it all to Tartarus, what was he doing? Before he could think of a plausible excuse, she’d tilted the book up, staring unhindered at his stallionhood.

“Whooooa!” Her eyes lit up with fascination, her beak slightly ajar. She was oh-so-adorable looking at him like that. He felt his member hopelessly twinge as more blood flowed toward it.

“It’s my--”

“It’s your boy bits! They’re so big! Are all ponies like that?” The book, his only cover, fell away as she inspected him, unashamedly up close. He gulped, frantically looking about to see if anyone could see. This was so, so bad a position to be caught in. Fortunately, nopony was walking by or anywhere close.

“Right. Yeah, a lot of us are pretty big, but I’m rather average. I really don’t think you should really be looking at it like tha-aaaaaat!” He nearly howled, though not out of pain, when she grabbed at one of his hefty testicles, giving it a light squeeze.

“So much bigger than mine! Does it feel like mine does when I touch it, too?” She wasn’t even acknowledging the nature of the situation, just touching and feeling him up like it was completely normal.

“Heck yeah, it does. I mean--wait, let’s back up a second. What do you mean by ‘yours’?” He blinked in surprise, eyebrow raised. His face must have said it all.

“I have both, but I can still be a girl!” She pouted. Clearly he’d struck a sore spot. He immediately felt like such a fool for being so blunt. Still, when she was squeezing him like that, it was hard to think with the correct brain.

“S-sorry kid. I’m kinda dumb when it comes to that stuff. You’re the first like of your kind I’ve seen in a long time. What you’ve got is special.” He winked and that seemed to cheer her up.

“Thanks! You really mean that?” Her talons had pulled away and he felt a twinge of disappointment.

“Sure I do. It’s pretty sweet to meet someone with both sets of parts.” He nuzzled across her head in the hopes of making her feel better, and was rewarded with more happy chirping. He wasn’t sure why he was so keen on that brand of affectionate contact with her. That was normally something he shied away from, but hearing those cute little sounds she was making was worth it. Her happy humming sounds turned into a more purring. It would have been such a sweet moment if it wasn’t for his erect stallionhood resting on his belly. If she noticed, she either didn’t care or was too shy to do so, but it was hard for him not to be constantly aware of it.

“So...since you’ve seen mine, I think it’s only fair if... you know.” He whispered quietly just as a pegasus drifted by near the cloud level. He adjusted the book again to cover his member.

“You wanna see my bits?” She asked bluntly, and a little too loudly for his liking. The stallion winced.

“Keep it down! You know I could get in a lot of trouble if someone saw us.” and before he could elaborate, she’d turned herself around, pushed her head to the ground, and hiked up her tail.

“Why? You can practically see them all the time!” She giggled. She was right, of course, but this was different. Yet it didn’t matter as she readily exposed herself and he gladly took in an eyeful all the same.

There was that perfectly round little tailhole nestled just below her dock, the puffy flower he’d spied on before under that, and something he hadn’t seen before between her thighs. A bright red member, short but thick, with a knot at the base, dangling between her legs. His eyes nearly bulged out when he realized just what he was seeing.

He’d seen Gryphon parts before. Hell, he’d been with a male once, and it wasn’t truly that different from a stallion, but the sheer notion that this little kitten was sporting a full-on erection, aroused at both the physical contact they shared and, presumably, her inspection of him, sent him reeling. She must have noticed his reaction, as she brought a claw to her beak and giggled again.

“Your thingy is all big again.” She pointed between his legs while wiggling her rump, tail swishing to and fro. He cursed her sexy rump, curved in such youthful ways, yet plump enough to just get a good hooffull if only he’d reach over. He couldn’t; what if someone saw?

“Yeah, I guess it is, but that’s because I’m looking at such a cute butt!” he teased her in return, daring to give her bottom a light pat. To his relief she didn’t seem to mind, sitting back down with a ‘plop’.

“Hehe!” she chirped and giggled at the same time, a sound he didn’t think could possibly be more adorable. Dastardly thoughts aside, she really was a precious little kitten. He rubbed her head and she purred every time without fail, swishing that cute little tail. He waited until she had slumped on him again before leaning in to whisper.

“So is yours, though.” He winked, hoping to get a reaction. Instead of what he expected, she snorted and giggled some more.

“It does that all the time,” she said, matter-of-factly, unphased. Clearly talking about private parts didn’t bother her. Time for a new plan.

“So, since you have both parts, I gotta ask...” he was trying to pick his words carefully, though he still came across as more blunt than he’d really wanted to. “Which do you, you know, play with?”

The normally chipper kitten hesitated, her cute ears flicking this way and that. Perhaps listening for who was around? Or was he imagining that, and it was truly just him that was paranoid?

“My boy bits. They get all tingly when I touch them. My girl bits are so...complicated and weird.” He wondered what it was truly like to have both parts, getting to choose which one preferred. But then, if she’d never really properly experienced both, how could she decide, either?

Perhaps he could help her with that.

“Complicated, huh? Have you tried? Even a talon?”

“Well, no...not really.”

“Ever been with someone romantically? Like a Gryphon or a Pony?”

“Some girls at school played with my boy bits...”

“So how do you know if you’ve never tried using them? I mean really tried, not just with your talons on the outside, but something inside.”

The question seemed to dig into her, exactly as he’d hoped, and she clacked her beak a few times in thought. Her eyes wandered around the small patch of trees they were hidden in, watching as a leaf drifted to the ground. She looked adorable with her face all scrunched up, deep in thought.

“I guess... I don’t” She answered plainly. The stallion grinned.

“Would you like someone to teach you?”

The latch clicked and the front door swung open to a small urban house nestled between two much large ones, looking as if it were hunched in the shade of it’s larger counterparts. He quickly stepped aside and urged the kitten past, waiting until she’d scurried inside to take a quick glance out the door. One couldn’t be careful when it came to nosey neighbours in Ponyville.

The kitten had barely waited for him to follow before walking straight in, eyes flicking about his furniture and sparsely decorated walls. He quickly hid away some leftover dishes from a previous meal in the kitchen before she had a chance to notice.

“So, can I get you anything? Water, soda, cider? A snack, maybe?” He vaguely thought about whether or not she’d eat birdseed and maybe sneaking away to steal some from the feeder outside.

“Soda would be awesome! Thanks!” She called from across the room at a yell. When he came out with a glass for her, and a cider for himself, she was fixated on his bookshelf, reading all of the titles out loud. He approached her from behind.

“Lot of good ones in there.” He interrupted her perusing by setting down the glass, ice cubes tinkling delicately. “Trotsky, Ivanhoof. I’m a big fan of those especially.”

“They look big and boring.”

“Big, yes, but never boring. Trotsky has a lot of interesting things to say about the Pony Condition,” he paused, leaning closer to her ear and lowering his voice, “besides, the bedroom’s this way.”

He punctuated his point with a gesture of his head toward the bedroom door facing the living room, eyeing her reaction carefully to see how she responded. To his surprise, she barely reacted at all, blinking a few times cluelessly.

“Your bedroom? What’s the matter with your couch? Or do you have games in there?” She asked with a tone of hopeful innocence. The stallion laughed.

“No, silly. Unless you count the ‘game’ we talked about earlier. You know... your ‘girl bits’?” He bumped against her playfully to drive home the point, even as she picked up her drink.

“Ohhhhhh. Right. Yeah!” She nodded a few times and bounded over to the door, letting herself in.

His bedroom was very similar compared to the rest of his house. Sparsely decorated, little spots of dust on his writing table and nightstand, and minimalist furnishings. He followed her in, taking a strong chug of his cider before leaving it on the dresser.

“Why don’t you climb on up, kid. It’s comfy up here, trust me.” He gave her a friendly smile, and her smile in return did much to assuage his discomfort with the situation and wipe away what was left of his inhibitions. With rambunctious energy, she pounced onto the bed and wiggled up to his side

“You’re right, it is comfy!” She fell into a state of purring, a wave of bliss overtaking her as she snuggled against him. She was so unbearably cute that it took all his willpower to lightly pry her off of him, clearing his throat to get her attention.

“How about showing me those special bits you have again, huh?” A hoof that had been on her back drifted down and cupped her rear.

Amber seemed to have no inhibitions about exposing herself, as for the second time that day she hopped up, turned herself around, and hiked up her rear whilst lowering her head to the bed. Her tail did a little twitch as she swished her butt back and forth. That little gryphon member was hidden away again, and all that remained was two tiny fuzzy orbs beneath her vagina, but he knew it would reveal itself soon.

Before she had much chance to inquire further, the stallion moved forward with haste and pressed his muzzle to that delicate area under her tail. He stretched out his long, dexterous tongue, dragging it from the bottom of her private area, near the sheathe, and up along the small crevice that made up her rosepetals. A hoof found their way to her thighs to spread her legs, giving him better leverage as he curled his tongue and dipped it just inside her lips, tasting the sweet flavour of youth, sports, and the grass she’d been rolling in earlier.

The kitten immediately snapped to attention, eyes bulging almost out of her head as her body stiffened straight as a board. She let out a few loud squawks of surprise. Her wings unfurled and started to stiffen as her body reacted in the strangest of ways.

He fell into a rhythm of dragging his tongue from the patch of sensitive fur just below where her lower lips connected, sliding roughly along the valley between, and up to the top. Forgetting about her other parts, he paid special mind to this region, like he was the first explorer in a newfound land..

Amber arched her back and gritted her beak. Her cheeks had lit up a bright red as she stared forward and just rode through the sensations. Her boy bits had been one thing, always tingly to the touch and easy to rub around when she was bored, but this was brand new and exciting. It tingled in different ways, and with its complexities came better tingles. It was as if he knew all the right ways to hit them.

A hoof curled around her rear and held her fast as he smushed his muzzle up against her backside, hungrily lapping directly out of her honeypot. His tongue dug deeper into her each time, far enough now that it stretched her tiny feminine canals with its width. She squealed louder as he found the tiny nub, her clitoris, at the top under her hood, and lashed at it with earnest.

“Eeee~! That feels sooo nice. I didn’t think they could f-feel this way.” She chirped every few seconds to show her satisfaction. He no longer had to hold her rump, as she was willingly pressing up against him, one of her hind legs lifted at a ninety-degree angle. Still, the sensation of groping and squeezing such a delicious rump was a welcome feeling.

He pulled away with a string of saliva and possibly even her juices hanging from his chin, quickly wiping it away. He licked his lips and stored away her taste to memory: tangy, with a hint of citrus. Delicious.

Amber panted as she looked back at him, an expression of mild annoyance and disappointment on her face. Before she could protest, he reached up between her legs and took a firm grip of her dangling, dripping little cock and gave it a few pumps. This sent a shiver up her back.

“Oooh. Can you keep doing that...Nnng...other thing again. It was aww-haw-soooomme.”

“Well, I suppose I could, oooorrrr...” he dragged his tongue up her left flank, a tantalizing mere inches from the source of her lust. She shivered as he teased near her dock, then pulled away altogether.

“Or we could try something more fun. Something we can both enjoy, with both of our parts.” He licked his lips as he started to rise to his haunches.

She was hard to resist, hunched over, legs spread, body standing stiff and erect but still so small, dwarfed by even his average stallion frame sitting next to her. Her innocence had all but faded away to reveal an even deeper curiosity and a taste for exploring her body. He struck a hoof across her rear with a loud ‘smack’ just to hear her howl and squawk again, body trembling in desire.

Just as she flapped her stiff wings and impatiently shuffled toward him, he rose up and planted his forelegs onto her back. He knew it wouldn’t be easy going trying to mount her in a position like this, but with Celestia as his witness he was still going to try.

He let her continue to wiggle her butt and squirm for awhile longer until he began to guide her with his hooves. His thick, dripping member prodded against her, and she gasped.

“Is that your boy bits?” She asked, half-turning to get a good look.

“Uh-huh,” he stroked her back, trying to coax her as he spoke calmly and gently, “I’m going to put it into your girls parts and it’s going to feel great for both of us. Would that be alright?”

His member was already drooling and smearing precum all around her privates, which felt all the more warm and inviting. He wanted this so bad, even if he wasn’t entirely sure how it would fit. Still, he wouldn’t do it without her permission. His question hung in the air long enough for her to realize the full gravity of the situation—that they were about to have sex.

“Okay.” She answered quickly, barely a few seconds having gone by.

With that, he held her waist and pushed his hips, putting a good deal of his weight and energy into shoving that thick meat pole of his into her tight opening. At first his member only bent and prodded, slipping between her legs a few times. She giggled at the bizarre feeling of his sticky member slapping against her belly, knowing full well that wasn’t where it was supposed to go.

He lined up again, held her tighter than before, and decided enough was enough. He was going to mate with this little kitten and make her beg for it if he had to. She wanted it, clearly. He rubbed his member on her noticeable juices, sliding back and forth on her opening. Amber cooed in response to the pleasant feeling.

With a thrust of his hips, tugging hers backward with his forehooves, he pushed and pushed and pushed. Finally, finally ,finally his member popped in, forcing the head, a good inch or so, into her tight hole. It was agonizing how tight she was, squeezing him with such incredible force. She, meanwhile, had clamped her beak shut and was toughing her way through the first uncomfortable penetration.

He held back a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and began rocking himself back and forth, taking great care to make it as easy on her as possible. His hoof rubbed her back and he tried to comfort her. It can’t have been easy but she was taking it like a true champ. Her sharp breaths and squeezing subsided before long.

He pushed, sinking a few inches further. Her insides were practically burning hot and he wondered just how much she wanted this and how much she was letting on. As a hoof reached down to rub her belly it occurred to him that already, before he’d even gotten in his medial ring, she was stretching to a point that he could feel his member from outside.

It was getting difficult to not treat her harshly. Every nerve in his body screamed to just rut her relentlessly, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t. She seemed, at least, to be taking it more easily as time wore on. He pulled back until just the head was inside and gave a rough thrust. Nothing too hard on her, but enough that her body was jostled forward, before coming back to meet him.

She was trying to meet his body by pushing back of her own accord, grinding her rump against the organ that was spearing her inside and probably felt like it was splitting her in two. He didn’t think he could get more aroused, but the sight of her working herself on him was enough to make him explode.

He didn’t, fortunately, although truth be told it was more because he knew that if he did, he’d likely start humping wildly and he knew she couldn’t take that.

He held still and waited for her to push back, giving another thrust as she did. The ring on his member pressed into her lips and he was halfway. Both moaned and the stallion bent over to hold her like a lover, squeezing her to his chest.

He kissed her neck and cradled her as he pulled back and began humping at a slow, sure pace. Amber felt her legs grow weaker by the second and she gave up trying to do any work. Her hind legs were practically splayed at odd angles to accommodate his girth.

He picked up the pace. His balls were swinging back and forth. He felt them tug and pull against his body. Warmth passed through his crotch. He knew it wouldn’t be long.

Under him, Amber moaned and howled. Those bright eyes were shut tight and he realized she was trembling, moaning, pleading for it.

His hips found new pace and he humped and humped and humped.

Plap plap plap plap.

“Oh gosh. Oh gooooosh!” She squealed into the air. For fear of his neighbours, the stallion shoved her head into the covers. Another thrust, and his medial ring pushed past her lips and suddenly he was deeper in her than ever before. His cock bumped her cervix. He was ready to explode, to plant her full of his seed.

She did first, howling and screaming and whining and begging and squirting so exorbitantly for her age it coated the bed under her. She must have cum two, three, or four times.

That was enough and he bit down on her neck, growled animalistically, and pumped her womb with his hot, virile seed. It quickly filled and bulged her belly just enough to be noticeable, before overflowing and running down her legs and thighs.

He collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side. They fell asleep in a daze. She had one thought.

Female bits were better.

Amber awoke as the sun touched the horizon and began dipping underneath. The day was ending and she was going to be late for dinner. If she was late her parents would be upset with her.

She jumped with a start and sprung out of bed fast enough to wake up the stallion, who was having the most pleasant dream. He rubbed his eyes and blinked away the haziness, just in time to see the kitten perched at his windowsill, shutters agape.

“Leaving already, sweetie?”

“I really gotta go, I’m gonna be late!” She gritted her beak, expression frantic.

“Don’t you think you should shower first?”

“No time!” She cried as she flew out the window, just in time for him to see the cum trailing down her thighs and matting her tail.

He hoped beyond all hope he’d see her again.

And that her parents wouldn’t find out and kill him.