Chapters Adventures of an Ambush Predator
Living life as a gryphon, you have to get used to certain realities. One of the harshest of these is the near complete lack of meat in your diet thanks to all the equines who rule this territory and only eat vegetation. As much as Equestrian society has done to try and integrate other species, for the moment they draw the line at serving up anything other than fish within their borders, and even that will raise some eyebrows from the grass-munchers.
Some predators have learned to live with it and have resigned themselves to fish either eaten cooked with disapproving stares from present ponies, or just catching it themselves for a little bit of that “thrill of the hunt” thing. For the rest, you basically have to resign yourself to living outside of Equestria if you don’t want to go pescetarian.
As for me, however, I’ve discovered a...morally questionable supply of fresh meat courtesy of ponies themselves, though they would never give it willingly, so it requires careful planning and is a bit of a rare treat. Obviously eating ponies is a fast track to getting locked in a cage for the rest of your life, but eating certain specific parts of their anatomy can be done with the right tools and the embarrassment of anyone else knowing about it can make them stay silent.
Today just happened to be one of my lucky days. I usually fly in from my home in the mountains to the west over the Everfree Forest to make my way inland, and though the locals usually steer clear of the place, there are occasionally those doing nature surveys or gathering herbs in the area that have provided me with opportunities for snacking in the past.
On several occasions I had seen one yellow mare with a pink mane from above the forest, collecting herbs or feeding the friendlier local wildlife, and almost always flying near the ground when she flew at all rather than walking. She virtually always had the same surly looking rabbit along with her, or at most one other pony who seemed to do most of the talking. However, for whatever reason, today she was alone. Certainly worth a look.
I descended quickly out of the thermal I was circling in over a nearby sun-baked rock outrcropping and landed silently in a tree on the far edge of the clearing. Pony eyes are about average for seeing at distances, but mine were bread over millenia for spotting prey from the skies, so I could see her in exquisite details from far too far off for her to notice me. She continued rummaging for herbs that she would occasionally add to her basket, her back turned to me all the while.
Unlike most other ponies I’d seen in the comfortably nudist nation, this mare kept her tail hanging low, and with the way she had it so overly styled, it was hard to see what I was looking for. As she turned from side to side I could almost get glimpses, but that damn tail kept staying in my way.
I was starting to get frustrated when she sighed and lifted her head. I could see her mane sticking to her neck a little from the sun beating down, and she lifted her tail and waved it from side to side to try and help cool off, flapping her wings to cool the rest of her. Now I could finally see my target, and it was more than I could have hoped for.
Nestled up under her prominent pucker was a long, fat pussy that I could see some sweat glistening on from where I was perched. Sometimes mares could have an upward curve at the bottom and some wrinkling along the edges, but this one was perfectly smooth from top to bottom, and I could see from the slight widening at the bottom that it might be holding a nice treat for me.
Now, most of the times I’ve done this I’ve pounced on the mare I’m stalking, scared her sufficiently that she doesn’t resist, and collected my prize quickly before beating a hasty retreat. The entire exchange is usually pretty quick, and that’s what I was expecting this time. What I was NOT expecting was for her to roll over onto her back with her legs up and spread and roll back and forth on the grass with a sweet smile on her face. I most DEFINITELY was not expecting her to stop, look around the clearing a few times, and then reach her right hoof back between her haunches.
Crouched lower and behind more leaves to try and make sure she didn’t see me, my heart was starting to pound even as I was questioning if I wasn’t dehydrated and hallucinating or something. There was no way I was going to get a show with my meal. No way in hell. I could not be that lucky.
I was dead wrong. She put the frog of her hoof over the hood of her still hidden clit and started to slowly rub it up and down as I watched. I was so utterly focused on what I was seeing that I didn’t even notice that the leaves were moving and I couldn’t hear the breeze. I could barely even feel it rustling my feathers as I perched in that tree, talons and claws digging into the bark of the branch in helpless arousal as I watched that soft flesh squish under her hoof. It took a titanic effort of will to keep myself to just a semi as opposed to a raging hard-on from watching this show. After a few minutes of trying not to breathe too heavily or groan out loud, I could see fluid leaking out of those fat lips and had to lick my beak to stop my own fluid leak, but I just ended up with my tongue halfway around and my beak hanging open.
At the exact moment I attempted to curtail my salivating, she moved her hoof to her teats momentarily and her unattended pussy winked, her clit sticking out of its protecting shelter for a moment to shine wetly in the sunshine. My brain stopped working for a few seconds. It was fully engorged from her playing, and it was enormous. It had to be at least two inches across, maybe even a little more. I could see that the three lobes of the tip were mottled yellow and brown to match her coat and pussy lips. My stomach growled and my heart stopped too before I realized there was no way she could hear me from over there.
If my mind wasn’t made up before, it was now. Of all the times I’d done this, every time was from a mare surprised in the middle of something innocuous and in no way aroused. Not this time. This time my meal was plumped up and just waiting to be plucked. I quickly fingered the stolen zebra bracelet on my right wrist. Made using powdered unicorn horn and a few magically attuned gems, it was ensorcelled with just one spell that made this all possible.
I pulled the hood of my cloak low over my face, then threw myself out of my hiding tree with a swift kick of my hind legs and powered across the clearing with one heavy flap of my wings. She put her head up with a start at the noise and saw me coming with only enough time to make a strangle sounding squeak and roll onto her side before I was straddling her with my left talons pressing softly into the flesh of her throat.
“I’m not going to hurt you as long as you keep still and don’t make noise, understand?”
She opened her mouth, and any fear of her trying to call for help was quickly dispelled by her complete inability to even speak out of fear. Some of the mares I’d jumped like this had quite a bit of fight in them, but this one was just shaking and staring at me like she expected to die any second. Best to take what I came for and leave.
With my unoccupied talon, I made a specific gesture and the bracelet on my wrist glowed purple, followed by my long, hooked claws shrinking and shortening until they sat right over my fingertips. With the bracelet still glowing, I reached back between her haunches and pushed my now more nimble fingers up under her plump, squishy hood and squeezed her still engorged clit, feeling her pulse pumping through it and the twitch that went through it as she reacted to my touch. As I squeezed it gently, a few whisps of purple glow drifted off my bracelet and around the wet, swollen flesh I held before disappearing back into her body.
She squirmed and whimpered as she felt a strange sensation inside her while my stolen magic went to work inside, getting my treat ready for plucking. I squeezed her plump, swollen knob tighter and pulled on it gently, exposing it completely from beneath her hood. I held it for a few more seconds, and then I felt the tension release and slowly pulled back. The pink and brown mottled three-lumped tip of her clit came forward to reveal the swollen, red shaft behind it still throbbing with veins and hot to the touch. As I pulled the shaft separated into a pair of legs that themselves slurped wetly out of her pussy before slipping free and dangling from my fingers.
It was gorgeous. I had never before seen such a delicious clitoris. I licked my beak and my stomach growled again, this time louder, and I didn’t care. At this point I was so high on the thrill of my catch that I almost forgot that now I needed to get out of here. I was about to do that when her voice stopped me.
“Wa-wait, what are you going to do with that? Is it really what I think it is?”
“Yep.” Normally I don’t do much talking, but she didn’t look as panicky now, just bewildered and a little sad.
Still looking at me, she reached her hoof back to where it was before and rubbed at her hood, now feeling that it squished right in over the empty space where its occupant used to be, leaving her rubbing just her lips. When she moved her other hoof I stepped back, still not sure what to make of this, and she sat up and spread her pussy with both hooves, looking at the spot where her clit used to be before looking up at it dangling from my hooves, dripping with her pussy juice and still swollen. She made a whimper and I could see a little bit of tears in her eyes, but she didn’t cry.
“Why are you taking it?”, she asked softly.
“Well...I took it so I can eat it…actually.” If I hadn’t done this enough times that I don’t feel guilty about it anymore, I’d definitely be feeling guilty right about now. She just couldn’t seem to process what was happening.
“Y-y-ou’re going to eat my...my…”
“Yeah…”
She seemed to remember she was still holding herself spread open and suddenly pulled her hooves away before rolling over, standing up, and turning around to face me shyly, one foreleg crossed over the other. After a moment she looked up at me again around the corner of her mane.
“Do you have to? I mean...I - really like it...and I don’t want to to lose it…”
“I know this probably seems cruel, but I’m a predator. Living here, all I can eat is fish, and I just...need something more, you know?” This was starting to feel awkward. The magic in the bracelet was keeping her former pearl as warm as it was when I pulled it out, and she kept glancing over at it.
“I...guess I understand. I take care of animals, and some of them eat meat, and...I know it’s part of being a predator…”
She eyed her disembodied clitoris again for a few seconds before sighing and looking back at her hindquarters again over her shoulder.
“I wish you wouldn’t but...g-go ahead. I’ll...I’ll be okay I guess…”
I was so surprised by the way this conversation had gone that I almost didn’t notice I was already acting on her permission and about to wrap my beak around her plump meat. I looked at her one more time before I held it up and took the tip in my beak.
What was left of her juices tasted delicious, and the feeling of fresh meat in my beak soothed something deep inside me. I tilted my head back, opened my beak, and jerked my head to swallow it whole, feeling it settle in my stomach satisfyingly. I closed my eyes and licked my tongue around the inside of my beak to savour the taste a little longer before letting out a short sigh and smiling. It took me a second to remember I was visibly enjoying her clit right in front of her, but when I opened my eyes she just looked away quickly, with what I could have sworn was a hint of a blush on what I could see of her cheek.
“I-I hope you enjoyed it…”
She was gone before I could say anything else. For a pegasus, she could run pretty darn fast. I stared after her for a second and then shook my head. That was definitely a weird encounter. Absolutely worth it in the end though, as I was flying away from this one with a much fuller stomach than my previous hunts. Hopefully I’d get this lucky again someday.
Author's Note
So, you've reached the end of my first story.
I think the best way to describe my motivation here is that I've seen an awful lot of stories about genital removal involving males, and almost always castration. Stories about females are extremely rare however, and I figured maybe I could toss a little equality into the mix.
There are going to be male and female focused stories to come as I transfer them over from FurAffinity, so if you liked this one, stay tuned!
Adventures of an Ambush Predator
“You want to suck on them? Like tits?”
I nodded. The black and white gypsy vanner stallion looked at my hooked raptor beak again, and I could tell that even as much as I knew he was in to having his partners play with his balls, he was still on the fence about a gryphon doing it. Probably the only reason he wasn’t backing away and making excuses about a dentist’s appointment was how pent up he seemed when I first ran into him at a tavern about an hour ago before we left and started talking. He certainly wasn’t the most sexually conservative stallion, since it only took about twenty minutes for him to first comment on his rather large balls.
Well, he did catch me staring, but still.
“I’m not sure about this…”
“Come on, you said you were curious about having someone get those big guys all the way in their throat, and you’re not going to find any pony that can do that. That’s the advantage of being half bird!”
I winked at him, and I could see I almost had him. I sidled up next to him and rubbed my hip against his until he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He might be trying to exercise good judgement, but judgement had never once defeated me, and it wasn’t going to now.
“Alright, you can do it.”
That look of nervous trepidation was quickly replaced with his first groan as my talons - claws retracted of course - traced down the sides of his hefty sack and cupped the heavy orbs inside of them. He spread his hind legs to allow me better access and I rewarded that with rolling on my back in the cool grass of the field and scooting myself up under him before poking his foal-makers with my beak. He tensed up a little at the sharp point of my beak jabbing gently against his flesh, so I changed that with a quick lick up the center of that huge sack, loving the feeling of the soft skin stretching against my tongue and watching his balls shift in their protective sack.
Before he could say anything else, I jerked my head up and grabbed his right testile in my beak, rubbing it around the soft meat in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it at the back of my mouth. I reached up with my talons and plucked the thick cords I could just barely see through his sack and he jerked, but this time with a clearly audible moan of enjoyment. Seems like my partner here was a fan of “alternative stimulation”.
I could worry about that later though, for now I was focused on carefully lowering that huge ball into my quite capable throat, and then gently using the tip of my beak to nudge his other ball over into my maw to join its friend. I reminded myself to regulate my breathing as I slowly but surely worked that testicle into my beak proper, and then started the infamous head jerks of a bird trying to swallow something tasty.
The stallion above me, meanwhile, had dropped his dick out of his sheath almost before I got the first nut in my gullet, and by this point was rock hard and twitching it so it slapped against his belly. The fur on his underside was starting to get a little sticky as evidence of his enjoyment of my attention.
With one final gulp, I had both his fat balls lodged firmly in my throat, and swallowing around them made him look like he might just blow his load right then. His muscles were tensing all over his legs and I could see him breathing rapidly, but I had something else in mind. I pulled myself off his balls with a wet slurp, coughed a few times and licked my beak, then slid myself further forward and sat up under him. His balls might have been huge, but this was still going to give them a run for their money.
“What-what are you doing? Why do you stop?”
Did I mention his Stalliongrad accent? Because I love it. However, I wasn’t looking for conversation right now.
I captured the still un-flared tip of his sizeable member in my beak and started licking the opening on the flat tip with my tongue. Any further words were immediately erased and replaced with the noises I was enjoying earlier. I started working my way past his head and down his length, and now I brought my talons up to massive his low-hangers as I slowly forced his meat down my throat.
He wasn’t holding still anymore. His hips bucked forward at my head, and I did nothing to stop him, simply letting him accelerate my pace. I could feel the veins pulsing in my throat, could feel the twitches as he jerked from the sensation. He wasn’t the only one who was rock hard anymore, and I could feel a coolness drifting down from my tip from the pre leaking out as I forced that gorgeous cock into my beak, my heart racing with the thrill as I sought the base of his sheath.
When I finally reached my goal and had his entire length firmly secure in my throat, I started rocking back and forth on his thick penis while my talons massaged those barely perceptible swells of the base of his testicle cords, squishing that part most didn’t even notice before tracing the cords up to his body and back down again, working them slowly in tandem to my throat around his stallionhood.
The husky grunts from earlier were getting mixed with a faint tone of whimpering now, and I could tell he was in no way used to this much stimulation. With someone who was less of an expert, overstimulation might have kicked in, but I knew just where to angle his length in my gullet and just where to press on his precious foal-makers to get just the sensations I wanted. I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer, and I was soon going to have a thick liquid gift in my stomach. I swear that right in that moment I wasn’t entirely sure if I wasn’t going to climax with him. I’ve always loved giving oral, but the sheer challenge of this and the thrill of conquering it was pushing my buttons almost the way I was pushing his.
Unfortunately, I never got to find out. With a loud, guttural groan and a single massive convulsion, he started to unload straight into my stomach, the groan changing to higher pitched moans as I worked him just right to make it last. My dick was aching just from the feeling of being used like this, but I kept my talons working, massaging his orbs even as they drew up on their cords to snuggle next to his body and add their contents to the liquid gift I was receiving.
After what seemed like almost a full minute, he finally fell limp across me, his upper body landing in the grass behind me while his lower half was supported across my shoulder. I bent my flexible neck back and twisted my head to free his softening penis from my throat, watching it drip saliva and jizz and slowly retreat back into its home. However, my rewards had loosened up and were now dangling comfortably low in the safety of their sack.
With a quick hand gesture, my claws extended to their full length, glinting wickedly in the light of the now rising moon as I made the second gesture that would secure me my prize. Purple and black magic rose from my bracelet to drift up in wisps around his taut scrotum before sinking into the flesh, rendering it immune to pain and dulling any other sensation to what would easily be ignored by someone as worn out as my partner seemed to be.
The tip of my claw reflecting the light of avarice in my eyes, I put it to the tender flesh between his testicles and pressed it in, sliding it back toward me slowly with an almost inaudible tearing sound. No blood appeared - courtesy of my stolen magic - as I opened a slit wide enough for what I had been hungering for since I met him earlier that night. I gently reached up his sack so my hand was right above his helpless balls, and then I squeezed and pulled down.
Slowly, two glimpses of pink flesh inside that slit grew and spread it wider until the stallion’s now naked testes squirted out of his now limp and empty sack to dangle wet and glistening in the steadily brightening moonlight. My stomach growled at the sight of them dangling from those thick cords, my extremely keen eyes seeing the veins still pulsing on and just beneath their surface, the whitish roots of the cords looking soft and delectable just a single motion away from being mine.
I reached up with my other talon to cup underneath those delicious naked balls before wrapping my other talon tightly around the neck of those vulnerable cords and pulling down. I gradually increased the force until those plump cords came loose from their base up inside that empty and shrivelling sack and slurped out through the hole in the bottom. My heart jumped as those wet, fat, and oh-so-warm treats landed on my outstretched palm, and my cock jerked in sympathy. The stallion draped over my shoulder merely grunted in his half-asleep stupor before rolling his head back and forth in the grass and going silent again, still lost in his afterglow.
My talon shaking a little in anticipation, I brought the first of my luscious prizes up over my beak and slowly lowered it in, swirling my tongue around as it sunk toward my gullet, lapping up the delicious flavor as I swallowed it and slurped the cord noisily into my beak before swallowing the rest. The second one went down just as smooth as the first, and I let out a sigh at the feeling of their weight in my stomach, floating in a bath of their own contents just recently expended inside me.
With a practiced motion I lowered my partner off of my shoulder and softly onto the grass, leaving him to sleep off his orgasmic high as I crept slowly away through the grass that was just starting to moisten with the night’s dew. I spared one glance back at his powerful, masculine body, my gaze lingering for a moment on the two parts that were now missing, courtesy of me. With a half-smile on my beak, I leapt into the air and swept up into the night sky without a trace.
Adventures of an Ambush Predator
You’ve probably heard someone use the phrase “opportunity came knocking” before, and thought little of the actual phrasing. I mean, that’s how cliches work most of the time. On this occasion, however, it happened that that phrase applied quite literally.
When I’m not out pursuing prey, I can quite frequently be found at my home far outside of the nearby pony town, on the outskirts of the Everfree Forest. While they have an almost irrational fear of the place, I guess being a carnivore makes me less worried about living close by. On the rare occasion I’ve had a hostile creature come near my property, it’s been a quite simple matter to give it a talon swipe across the behind and send it running back into the forest. Do that a few times, and you find you aren’t bothered anymore.
This particular day found me on the large sofa in my living room that was my primary resting point while I wasn’t out ‘hunting’, enjoying a book I’d recently picked up from the library in the nearby city. Given that this small town was less accustomed to gryphons, and my activities involving its population, it seemed wise not to frequent any of the local businesses lest I be identified by former prey.
While taking some time to read was hardly unusual for one of my days, what was highly unusual was the knocking I heard at the door. Given my remote location, I almost never have visitors, but the feline part of me that’s easily startled was quickly silenced when I remembered that I had a package of potion-making supplies I’d ordered a week ago that should have been arriving either today or tomorrow. That told me not only what I’d find at my door, but who, as there was only one pony in the town who actually knew where to find me and was fearless enough to keep flying out here to bring me packages.
It was no surprise, then, to open my front door and find the familiar grey mare with blonde mane and tail and eyes that pointed in different directions standing at my door with the small box I’d been expecting clenched firmly in her mouth. While the box looked remarkably intact, she looked like she’d taken a tumble or two on the way there, which was fairly standard for her accident prone nature. It had been my theory since moving here that Derpy - as she told me to call her - was so unmoved by being close to the Everfree Forest because she figured she’d taken most of the punishment life could throw at her already just by running into things on a regular basis. Honestly, though, the fact that she could fly as a delivery pony at all with her vision problem spoke to a higher degree of coordination than you’d find in most ponies with two working eyes. I think it was in part due to that that I’d always liked her.
“Ten bits!” she perkily blurted out as soon as I took the package out of her mouth.
I handed her the payment, but again found myself drawn to the twigs sticking out of her coat and the sweat plastering her mane to her forehead. Here at the edge of the forest the seasons handled themselves, and it was heading out of late Spring into Summer. She looked overheated and exhausted, and I would have felt like a jerk if I’d had her just leave while looking that worn out and beat up.
“Hey, you want to come in and cool off for a little while? I can draw up some cold water from the well for you!”
“That’d be great , thanks!”
True to her cutie mark and its grouping of bubbles, she still managed to have a bounce in her step as she trotted inside, despite how tired and roughed up she looked. I think that overly happy nature she had was part of why her supposed lack of intelligence got talked about behind her back. I’d never had any kind of long conversation with the mare, but she didn’t strike me as disabled as much as she did a little bit simple-minded. She just seemed to enjoy life without questioning anything, and I have to say I could kind of get behind that outlook.
I let her find her way to my living room while I went into the kitchen and pumped up a glass of water. I came back to find her sitting on my couch in a somewhat unusual position. Whereas most ponies laid on their stomachs when relaxing, she had her rump on the couch with her hind legs dangling over, and her back against the cushions on the back with her wings spread and hanging to her sides. I’ve sat like that myself before and enjoyed the comfort, but with her rump that far forward she was also leaving her tail hanging down between her legs and her ‘nether regions’ plainly exposed, which didn’t seem to be bothering her in the least.
It was hardly the first time I’d seen a mare’s genitalia, so it didn’t come as a shock as much as just an oddity. I didn’t even think their anatomy would allow them to find that kind of position comfortable, but maybe it was just a pegasus thing.
I handed her her water without commenting on it and settled into my favorite chair on the opposite side of the small room, sighing and closing my eyes as I relaxed. The breeze from my windows was surprisingly cool and refreshing as it blew out of the darkened canopy of the nearby forest, helping to banish the heat of the day. It seemed to be having the same effect on my guest, who almost looked like she would fall asleep if she hung around much longer. I happened to know that I was always her last run for the day, since my house was so far out from the town, so she wouldn’t be in danger of being behind schedule.
When I opened my eyes to look at her again, though, she was still in that odd position and the smooth, plump flesh of her marehood was still pointed almost directly at me. I could feel the familiar hunger, but this time the drive to act on it wasn’t fully present. If I was being honest with myself, this was a perfect opportunity, and it had been a few weeks since my last successful hunt. I know that as the saying says, beggars can’t be choosers, but doing that to this mare who had been faithfully bringing me packages since I moved here just seemed wrong.
Every now and then, though, it seems that fate itself smiles on even the most devious endeavours, and delivers a way even where there doesn’t appear to be one. As fate would have it on this particular occasion, she opened one eye slightly before I could close mine and caught the direction of my stare. My first instinct was to try and apologize it away since she obviously couldn’t know my true intentions, but instead she just opened both eyes and raised an eyebrow slightly, an effect made semi-comical by her eyes trying to wander in opposite directions.
“Wait a second, you haven’t been reading dirty magazines or something, have you? The delivery pony asks for the money and the lonely gryphon offers to pay a different way?”
She actually caught me off guard with that one and I had to laugh.
“Well in this situation I already gave you the delivery fee. Wouldn’t that mean it’d be you offering me compensation for my hospitality?”
“Actually, I guess so! You turned that one around on me pretty quick!”
She laughed good-naturedly, and it still seemed like she wasn’t offended to have caught me staring at her junk like I was. She seemed pretty open to this kind of topic, though I doubt she would have been if she knew what was going through my head. The more I thought about it though, the more this weird idea started to take shape. It was crazy, and reckless, and might get me in the kind of trouble I couldn’t get myself out of, but maybe this situation could end in what I wanted if I was willing to try a different tactic.
“Honestly, I’m not sure there’s much I could offer back,” she said after we’d stopped laughing. “I’m kind of having to make every bit count right now thanks to losing hours this week after a - ah - shipping accident.”
“Is that just this week, though? You going to be able to make ends meet?”
“I mean, I hope so. At least they haven’t fired me, right?”
The crazy idea in the back of my head was starting to grow, starting to achieve form and definition. I still couldn’t believe I was even entertaining this, but if she didn’t run away at the idea of me wanting to screw her in exchange for my hospitality, maybe this wouldn’t be the wrong approach. I was taking a big gamble, but if I had half the sense I should have had, I wouldn’t have started doing my ‘hunts’ in the first place. It could be I just got lucky with that last mare and now I was about to push my luck way too far, or it could be that this was about to show me another way to get what I craved.
“I...think I could think of something we could do if you’ll hear me out. It could help you keep a roof over your head too.”
“Alright, let’s hear it.” She had that sardonic smirk on her face again, like she was expecting exactly the porn scenario she’d laid out a minute ago.
“I live out here because I do survey flights over the Everfree Forest and write reports that I send back to Canterlot. They pay me pretty well for that, so I could definitely afford to help you make sure your bills are taken care of for a little while, but I want something...unconventional in return.”
“Why are you dancing around it so much when I just said it when we started talking? It’s not as if it’s a mystery.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about. Well, it could be involved with what I’m talking about, but - well - you can obviously see I’m a predator. And you may not be personally familiar with this, but it’s really hard to actually find meat to eat in this country, and even when you can you tend to get looked at like a freak.”
“Well,” she said slowly, “I may not know what it’s like to eat meat, but I know what it looks like to have people look at you funny.”
“Yeah...so I found a way to get - um - meat...but it’s not in a way anyone knows or expects. I get that it’s not really right to do it, but I evolved to be a carnivore, and some part of me just feels like I’m ignoring it if I don’t act like a carnivore.”
“If this is a long-winded way of telling me you’re going to solve my financial problems by cooking me and eating me, I’m going to have to say no.” She was looking at me like she was kind of worried, and I realized that I was dancing around the subject hard enough that she was going to think I was a serial killer.
“I am NOT trying to get your permission to cook and eat you! I’m sorry, I’m not that great at talking to anyone, which is part of why I live all the way out here, because being nervous makes me blather on and dance around whatever subject I actually want to talk about.”
“Ooookay…,” she said slowly, still looking kind of nervous but not taking glances at my talons between every word I spoke.
I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts. This entire conversation hung on how I was going to explain what I wanted to her, and if I did it wrong she might run out and rat me out like that voice in the back of my head was telling me was the only way this could end. I had passed the point of no return, though. There was no way I could just tell her to forget it and let her go on her way. I’d probably be getting a knock on the door from the local constable within the hour, and there was no way I’d be able to talk my way out of that one.
“The truth is, I found that there are certain parts of ponies that they can live without that I like, and I’m willing to offer you a pretty big bag of bits if you let me have what I want. This bracelet on my wrist isn’t just to look pretty, it has zebra magic embedded in it that their doctors use which let’s them work on patients without any pain or blood. I...acquired it a few years ago, and I use it to get what I’m about to ask you for.”
She didn’t say anything this time. The look of nervousness was surprisingly replaced with just curiosity. I had thought that by this point she would have been headed for the door or started looking with fear at my talons again, but all she did was glance at my bracelet when I mentioned it and then go back to listening to me. If she was still sitting there after all this, I had to take the chance. For the first time in my life I felt a sudden urge to be open and honest and whether she liked it or not, this pony in front of me was going to be the target.
“What I want from you is your clit. I found out a few years back that I can use my bracelet to take them with no pain and no mess, and the mare doesn’t even need to recover afterward. There’s no would left or anything. I’ll give you enough bits to cover your bills for the next three months if you let me.”
Silence. My heart even took a break for a few seconds. I could feel my body temperature rising and falling in pulses with shear terror at what would happen next. I had never before even alluded to this with anyone else, and now the first pony I invited into my home got the whole story and I was asking her to part with her love button willingly? I needed a therapist. This could not be healthy behavior.
“Okay.”
Something was wrong with her too. Something was wrong with both of us. We were both nuts. The entire universe was exploding to little bits outside my house. I had finally lost my Sisters-damned mind. There was no possible explanation for how I could have heard what I just heard.
“You...you’re serious?” It tumbled out of my mouth in a rush, and at this point I wasn’t worried about sounding crazy. I just told her the craziest crazy to ever crazy and she was still sitting. On. That. Couch.
To answer, she reached down with her hooves and spread her dark-grey lips open to reveal the succulent candy pink inside them. She looked down and noticed that didn’t really show what I was looking for, and she released one pussylip to peel back her thick hood and reveal her mottled-grey clit tip to my hungry stare. It was small since she wasn’t aroused or anything, but after these last few weeks of nothing to sate my hunger but protein supplements and fish, I didn’t care.
“I...one thing, though,” she stumbled out, “you said the - uh - dirty magazine thing could happen if I wanted it? I think I heard that in your - um - speech earlier. Would that still be possible, or- OH!”
My lunge across the room to bury my beak in her folds broke her sentence off quite abruptly. My tongue might have been mostly attached to the inside of my beak, but by the Sisters I was going to give her one hell of a climax to pay her back for what she was going to let me do. I shook my bracelet to release its other spell into my talons, making the large hooked claws on the ends of my fingers slowly disappear into them and then my fingers were kneading her teats up over top of my head.
The speed with which she started moistening my beak hinted at why she might have said yes. I might have had some experience in the past at eating out females, knew how to start gently to get them ready and then get faster to bring them off in no time flat, but my skill was not the only factor here. Something about my explanation or my request had made her excited, and she only needed a little coaxing to get nice and soaked. That look I had seen before when she was hanging on my next words wasn’t just curiosity, it was arousal.
Have you ever made the central focus of your life something that’s technically wrong, and yet it seems like the universe itself keeps smiling down on it? Yeah, that’s how I was feeling right now.
As soon as she was wet enough I had my fingers plunging into her leaking hole to press upwards into that spot I knew was just a few inches in and would massage the shaft of what was soon going to be in my stomach while my tongue kept drawing circles around the little bumps on the tip of her clit and running circles around it and under her hood. I could feel my erection dripping a little of its own wetness, but I ignored it in pursuit of what I really craved.
She was squealing and having a hard time sitting still at this point, and I worked her with all the skill I’d developed over years of plying my secret trade. I might have had a bit more experience deep-throating stallions, but I’d used a hard orgasm on enough mares to leave them unaware of what they were losing in the bargain that Derpy was going to have her world rocked by a pro.
Right while I was thinking that, she suddenly threw her head back and yelped before moaning again and again as a deliciously thick stream of clear love juice shot out of her and straight into my open beak, ready and waiting to swallow it all down. I kept working my fingers at that swollen spot in her canal, coaxing her to release all that pent up fluid right down my throat, and she proved only too willing to comply.
What seemed a lot longer than the few seconds it was soon ended with her slumping bonelessly on my now sweat-damp sofa, trying in vain to catch her breath as I gave her a last few licks to round off her climax. I looked up and had to stifle a giggle as I saw her head lying back on the cushions, mouth open, tongue hanging out as her trademark eyes wandered aimlessly in their sockets, their owner far too deep in her afterglow to care.
Normally, this would be when I’d extract my prize and beat a hasty retreat, but now I was in the semi-awkward position of being able to hang around afterwards since my ‘victim’ in this case was a willing participant. It felt like it wouldn’t be right to just follow more normal routine given the rather odd nature of this meeting.
“So...are you sure about this? I mean, I know you said yes, but you were obviously enjoying having it just then. You sure you’re okay with losing it? I’m not sure if you’ll lose all of that sensation, but you’ll definitely lose most of it.”
She took a minute longer to get her breathing under control before letting out a heartfelt sigh and leaning back forward to peel her hood and lips back to show her fully engorged knob in all its glory. She poked at it gently with the tip of her hoof.
“Yeah, I think I’ll be okay without it. I’ve had a lot of fun with it, and I’d like to keep it, but I made a deal with you already, and honestly...this is...strangely hot. I mean, I’ve never thought about something like this before, but once you told me what you wanted I just...I don’t know. It turned me on.”
She pressed her hips out to me, winking with her marehood still held open to make her engorged clitoris throb at me.
“Take it, a deal’s a deal.”
I twisted my bracelet with my left hand and my stolen magic rose off of it and plunged into her open folds while sinking into my fingers at the same time and retracting my long, curved claws. She watched the process in fascination, squirming a little at the sensation of my magic doing its work inside her. When I reached out and gently grasped her still-swollen clit she moaned softly and blushed.
She was still so wet it was hard to get a good grip on my target, so I used the napkin I had placed on the end table for her water when I brought it to her to dry her off a little and get a better grip. This time when my fingers pressed into her flesh and I gave a little pull, her clit tip stayed put in my fingers, so I slowly started to pull back more to draw it out of her body.
She watched in fascination as the only part of her clitoris she’d ever seen slowly gave way to the dark-pink, veiny shaft behind it, more and more of it being pulled free into the cool air until finally I felt a kind of jerk from the flesh in my fingers and she jumped slightly at the sensation of the roots of her pleasure button coming loose inside her.
“Oh wow that felt...strange. I had no idea there was so much of it inside me!”
Instead of answering I slowly drew out the rest of her organ, still preserved at full engorgement by my trusty bracelet. She stared in open awe at the full length of her former clitoris from tip to roots, her wetness dripping off of it onto the floor.
“Oh my goodness. That’s...I don’t even know what to say.”
The moisture still leaking out of her spread open marehood was saying more than enough about how this experience was affecting her. I, meanwhile, was staring at my prize with a look that wouldn’t have been out of place on the face of a famine victim placed in front of a royal feast. Her organ may not have been the biggest one I’d had, but everything that had happened to night already had me feeling that this one would taste better than most of the others I’d had. This was given to me, not taken.
“Can I...can I touch it?”
She reached her hooves out to me, and I put her former possession in them. She held it up close to her face and turned it around and over, examining it with a deep blush on her face, the twitching in her haunches again giving away her arousal at the whole situation. To my surprise, she held it up to her lips and licked it before blushing even darker and handing it back to me.
“Sorry, I was just kind of curious.”
“It’s no problem! Thank you so much for doing this for me.”
Just as it always did, putting that freshly extracted clit in my beak satisfied some part of the hunter deep inside me, and I rolled it around on my tongue, savoring the taste of my newest acquisition before swallowing it down whole, sighing in pleasure and relief as I felt it settle in my empty stomach.
Derpy, meanwhile, moaned on the couch above me as she watched the expression of pleasure on my face. I had thought I had a slim chance of getting my favorite meat today, but it turned out I might have gotten a friend in the bargain. Kind of crazy how life works sometimes, isn’t it?
We sat and talked for a little while, but eventually the time came for her to head back to Ponyville, her new heavy bag of bits in her saddlebag. I was going to be a little tight on bits myself for a while, but what I got from her and the feeling of helping my new friend more than made up for it.
Before she left, she made me promise this wouldn’t be the last time she saw me, and I was only too happy to promise. When you’ve been a loner for as long as I have, the idea of having a friend, well…
It makes life seem richer.
Adventures of an Ambush Predator
Springtime in Equestria. Winter is gone, the sun is out and shining, and everyone is glowing from the warm temperatures, light breezes, and the end of all the damn snow all over everything. However, there’s something else that comes with springtime, something that you either look forward to or hate, but no one in the world has the ability to be nonchalant about.
“Heat season?”
“Heat season!”
Derpy sounded adorably enthusiastic as she said that. Over the past week and a half we’d had plenty of time to have more fun together and to talk about why our first encounter had gone the way it did. She’d eventually admitted to me that she’d always had a fantasy about the whole predator-prey dynamic, even sometimes imagining herself being hunted down and eaten whole by some huge predator like a dragon or ursa major when she was really horny. When I described to her what I wanted that time, I hadn’t realized I was playing to one of her darkest fantasies in a way.
Experimenting together had shown her sensation had drastically decreased after what I did, but that extended use of my fingers and the use of other erogenous zones would still let her have some fun whenever we got together. If I combined this with a dramatic retelling of the removal of her clitoris, she’d eventually reach a climax that was nowhere near as strong as her old ones but still left her with a warm glow afterward.
I told her stories about my previous encounters, and while she was quick to admonish me for the way I’d basically victimized ponies to feed myself, she was also surprisingly quick to allow her fetish to move her past that and beg me for more stories.
After having gone through my honestly short list of stories multiple times, she surprised me again by coming to me for help with the start of heat season, which I’d expected to be helping her with since our difference of species meant I could fulfill her biological instinct without risk of pregnancy, and we hardly needed the excuse by this point anyway. The surprise came when she suggested that rather than trying to capitalize on estrus time alone like I had in previous years, we should do it together.
“Wait, you want to help me? You’re okay with being an accomplice?” I’m pretty sure my right eyebrow was high enough to make my face look lopsided.
“Well...what if I was the one who picked our…’targets’?” She taps her hooves together nervously as she says it, clearly not sure if I’ll go for it.
“You have particular ponies in mind?”
“You know how some of the ponies who live around here have treated me in the past…” She tapers off for a moment before taking a breath and continuing. “What I was thinking is we offer them a solution to heat season through you, since you can’t get ponies pregnant, and then you can take a little snack and I can - you know - watch.”
She says the last few words almost at a whisper with a deep red visible through the grey fur on her cheeks. I didn’t expect she’d have a little bit of a mean streak, but she did suggest that we offer the victims relief from their heat symptoms before doing the taking, so it’s not entirely cruel. The more I think about it, I honestly can’t think of a reason not to let her help me out here. It feels kind of exciting to think we’ll be doing this as a team.
“Alright, I’m game. Who are our first customers?” I get up and lead her to the door as I ask her, eager to get started now that it’s about to hit midday and the spring sun driven mating craze will be at its peak.
I’m a little surprised as she hops up, swoops through the hallway with a brief flap of her wings and runs out the door with a cute little bounce in her step.
“Follow me!”
That was how we encountered Quick Harvest, an Earth Pony mare deep in the throes of seasonally forced lust and quite willing to accept Derpy’s offer. My friend told me later that she initially dismissed her out of hand, and she had to explain herself over again before the somewhat testy mare actually paid any attention to her. Her name might have been offensively coincidental - considering our mission - but Derpy’s description of her behavior eliminated any chance of sympathy from me.
They came out of town to the copse of trees on the edge of her farm that I’d picked out at a brisk trot, Derpy flapping idly after her with a shit-eating grin on her face. I was careful to keep my own face pleasant but otherwise unreadable so we didn’t tip her off that something funny was going on.
To say our interaction was brusque would be an understatement. I got her name and what passed for a thank you before she just threw her tail up over her rump and stared back at me with something between desperation and exasperation in her eyes. The sight of her plump cunt dripping with pungent fluid got me hard in no time at all, and as I mounted her she just dropped her head, closed her eyes, and groaned deeply as I pushed myself inside, shaking a little in fairly clear relief.
The noises she made as soon as I started thrusting made it fairly obvious she wasn’t going to last very long. As much as it wasn’t exactly a point of pride, I wasn’t going to either thanks to the anticipation of what was coming next, so that was a plus for both of us.
I reduced that even further for her by reaching one of my longer forelegs back, retracting my curved claws, and tweaking and rubbing her swollen clit with my fingers. Her soft moans started to be interspersed with squeaks at the additional unexpected stimulation, which of course perfectly covered up any odd sensation she might have felt as my trust zebra magic coursed into her body, readying the appendage I was currently playing with for its last journey.
It only took a few more minutes of this before she let out a loud cry and climaxed, a small fountain of thick white and yellow cream splashing off my balls onto the ground as she shook and whimpered and dug her forehooves into the dirt in front of her.
I could almost feel Derpy’s eyes boring into my balls from where I had felt her settle underneath of me when her mane brushed against them. She was the only one who could see as I firmly gripped the wet flesh to try and compensate for how slippery it was and pulled. It took a few tries, which Quick Harvest seemed to take for a little favor to draw out her orgasm, but finally after stretching her thick worm out a few times only for it to snap back out of my fingers, I managed to get enough force on it that it snapped free inside her, slipping out of her now thoroughly used cunt with a wet slurp before dangling free, the pungent fluids she had just sprayed out dripping off the twin tails of its roots.
To my surprise, I felt it shift a little in my grip. When I turned to look back, I saw Derpy standing up from behind me licking her lips. She had licked it. That was...unexpected. I’d have to ask about that later.
Quick moved to pull herself out from under me, and I quickly tossed my prize in my beak and swallowed it whole before she could turn around and see it held in my talon.
“Thanks, Mr. Gryphon. Maybe I had the wrong idea about you guys?”
With that semi-insulting thanks delivered, she turned and walked back towards the farm house just visible over the horizon. I saw Derpy’s hoof extended and up-turned out of the corner of my eye, and gave her a high-five. One down.
Our next customer turned out to be a male pegasus named Thundercloud, which presented a problem. Derpy’s plan had been for me to provide the relief for the heat throes, which technically a stallion suffers from just by nature of having dozens of mares around him smelling like powerful pheromones at all times. What she seemed to have assumed is that I would just put my talented throat to use like I had in the past and do the removal in the process.
She assumed this because she thought Thundercloud swung both ways. He did not.
This led to the three of us standing around awkwardly inside his cloud house without a clear way to proceed. Something told me he wouldn’t have a problem with banging Derpy, but that didn’t exactly help us because while he’d get his rocks off in one sense it wouldn’t allow me to do so in the other sense. That was, until Derpy decided to try her persuasive streak.
“Hey, I may not be as good at blowjobs as my gryphon friend here, but I can do something else for you!” With that she turned and presented her petite grey marehood to him, and while she had nothing to wink with, his pheromone addled brain didn’t seem to notice the odd lack of that action.
This was a bit risky, though. Anti-pregnancy potions were a reality, but part of the problem with heat season was that they lost effectiveness somewhat with some odd combination of hormone balance and pheromone overload. She was taking the chance of ending up pregnant if she...wait. No. No, she wasn’t seriously thinking that.
“But I’ve got a condition. I want you to try something new today.”
“Uh, sure, why not? What is it?”
“You ever had your balls massaged by someone with hands?” She gestured pointedly at my talons, whose claws had already been magically retracted in preparation for what I initially thought was going to happen.
So she was thinking that. Given the look he gave my pseudo-hands, it looked like she might have almost gotten him, but she cemented that by clenching her marehood strongly and forcing a little spurt of her in-season wetness on the floor. Fully released into the air, her pheromones were more than enough to overpower the already pheromone overloaded stallion and his penis dropped out of his sheath in one smooth motion, rapidly hardening to full mast.
He needed no coaxing to mount her, not even caring that we were in his entryway, and he started thrusting almost immediately. I, meanwhile, settled myself in behind him and began gently playing with his pretty reasonably sized testicles, tracing over the curve of each organ, feeling the slight ridge of the epididymis and tracing it up to the cords that I could just barely feel through his sack, following them all the way up to his body before tracing back down and cupping his foal makers in each palm.
Where his balls would normally be slapping against where Derpy’s clit used to be, they were now being gently kneaded by my skilled hands, and the loud groans from their owner made it obvious the combined stimulation was exactly what he had been craving after living in a cloud of mare musk for days.
Just like Quick Harvest, Thundercloud was completely unaware as the dark-violet wisps of ancient magic ran from my bracelet into his balls and the sack that held them, numbing them and and readying them for bloodless harvest. I kept massaging his orbs as the magic took hold, stretching them down a little on their cords to provide a subtle tugging sensation in his body, and he let out a brief moan at the stimulation. Being careful to keep up my massage with my left, I extended the claws of my right talon and poked it through the flesh of his scrotum, running it through the sensitive skin like a zipper until I could see a glimpse of pink through the clean slit I’d made, and I reached up and squeezed his sack, pulling it down like a tube of icing to squeeze his testicles out into the open air, glistening and twitching, veins still pulsing from his arousal.
I turned them around in the light from a window for a moment to just appreciate them and build my own anticipation. I focused my eyes past them and saw Derpy’s head bent back between her forelegs, staring and blushing in helpless arousal at the sight of this stallion’s vitality dangling exposed and vulnerable. Turning my head on my flexible avian neck, I kept one eye locked on her as I brought my beak up around his right ball until the tip of my beak was nestled up into his wrinkly, empty sack, and I held that eye contact as I closed my beak with a wet snip that severed the cord and its testicle from his body, leaving it to slide down my throat in a visible bulge.
My best friend squeaked and shuddered in what looked like a mini-climax as she watched that testicle slide down my throat, and she was blushing as hard as I’d ever seen her as I repeated the process with the left one, timing my beak with his thrusts so I caught the cord at its apex and clipped it free into my throat with what turned out to be perfect timing.
Just as his only remaining testicle was severed from his body forever, he let out a loud whinny and came inside Derpy, though what risk there could have been of unwanted pregnancy now sat safely in my belly. Typical of a stallion who just orgasmed, he slumped across her back with his eyes half closed before slowly and lethargically pulling himself out of her and off her back and then collapsing back onto the lounge sofa in the entryway, eyes rolling back and panting.
“See, I told you it would be worth it,” Derpy said to him as he collapsed on his couch, “now don’t you feel better?”
“Yeeeeeeesssssss…” he hissed out as he lay there, looking too dazed to really pay attention.
“Well, we’ll be on our way then!”
And with that, she opened his door and leapt out into the sky beyond. I snickered at her abrupt departure before leaving with her, angling out into the wind and gliding over the town below out toward my house on the outskirts of the Everfree.
“So, what do you think? You think we could keep this going?”
“Yeah, Derpy, I think we can.”
Adventures of an Ambush Predator
Hunting for Worms: An Interlude
You know, I’d initially tried to tell myself that sitting in this tree outside of that pink-maned yellow mare’s cottage at the edge of the forest was related in some way to checking up on her, see if she was doing okay. Being a good Samaritan or something.
That probably would have held water if I hadn’t been specifically sitting outside her bedroom window and if I hadn’t gotten hear before sunset and then been waiting over an hour. I was bred for waiting for what I wanted when necessary, though, so I had gotten perfectly comfortable nestled in some branches and contented myself with watching other wildlife wander around her property before she finally came upstairs and took out a book to read.
Being a gryphon, I prefer my own kind, but I have to admit that mare was damn nice to look at. I was perfectly content with doing that for a while, but luckily I was only waiting about fifteen minutes before I could see her pussy twitch between her thighs, and a drop of moisture slip free and run down one of her lips, rolling toward the side she was lying on while reading her book.
Obviously a good book.
All my waiting paid off as she put the book aside, rolled onto her belly, and squished her hoof back past her teats to rub at her pussy. Anyone else who was watching might have thought something was off about her parts but not been able to put a finger on it, but I knew exactly what was happening as she pressed the tip of her hoof down into her hood and it mushed straight in without the slightest resistance. I stared raptly as she kept rubbing where her favorite night-time plaything used to be, eyes squinted shut and a dark blush on her face visible to me even at a distance. Something told me that after the blush I had seen on her face when I ate her clitoris right in front of her, that that mental image was in her head too, and it was obviously getting her pretty damn wet.
As I kept watching, I could see the muscle twitches that would be forcing her glans out if it or the shaft behind it were still there, and while there was nothing to part her lips, she was still squirting small spurts of fluid out from between her closed, fat pussy lips and onto the bed behind her. Her rubbing got faster but where you might have expected to see clenching or twitching as she approached orgasm, she simply lay there panting and rubbing with no visible change. Finally, she stopped, flopping completely limp on the bed, some tears running down her face but a slight smile on her face at the same time, and the blush still showing true.
With the entire organ gone, even if she had sex with a stallion she was missing the nerve endings that would let her orgasm. It would probably feel pleasant and get her really excited, but the climax would never come. Stuff like this used to make me feel guilty, but after this many years of indulging my secret habit, getting to watch a show like this just turned me on. As I could see her breathing slow like she was about to fall asleep, I made my exit, the show playing on repeat in my head.
Adventures of an Ambush Predator
Life as a malcontent on the outskirts of Equestrian society can frequently be lonely, stressful, and viscerally exciting in equal measure. The double-life aspect can be kind of exciting, but also lead to the aforementioned stress in always being unsure whether you’re pulling it off as well as you hope. The loneliness just comes with the territory, and can be broken up on occasion with the odd social outing to keep up appearances. The one element that’s actually usually missing is surprise. With as much careful planning has to go into all my hunts in order to be sure I don’t end up in a cage for the rest of my days, I’m usually ready for anything.
I’ve had my share of pleasant surprises, though. That one day in the Everfree with the pink-maned pegasus, that day the local mailmare dropped by and gave me a gift I never would have expected. That one Kirin I encountered on a wider-ranging flight who’d apparently heard rumors about me had me a little worried, but after a few weeks went by without any knocks from armored Royal Guard, it seemed like these rumors were staying on back channels and not yet likely to get me in trouble.
I frequently mused over past experiences and wondering where my life was going to lead me while flying. Sailing from thermal to thermal doesn’t really occupy much of one’s brainpower, so it was easy to let my mind wander in between occasional glances in all directions to check for other creatures on the wing and potential targets down below. I was completing another head-sweep while considering what I was going to come up with for dinner if my current hunt wasn’t successful when I panned my gaze back and saw something. Turning my head further revealed that something to be an enormous red dragon, wings swept, diving from high altitude straight at me.
Fuck.
I dove out of instinct, but there was no way I could pick up more speed than that dragon. I could aim for one of the caves I could see below me, but none of them looked small enough to stop her from just keeping her wings tight and chasing me straight in. I couldn’t see any better options, though, and I needed to get out of the air fast. I could easily out-turn her, but that depended on her not shifting her dive to track ahead of me, and I didn’t fancy trying to out-dance her with the rapidly shrinking distance between us and the ground.
Having just about run out of options, I tucked in and arrowed toward the cave we were diving towards, having to just hope I could find some nook or cranny inside where she couldn’t reach me and wait for her to get bored and leave. Another part of me was screaming how likely this was to end up in me being devoured but I was focused on trying not to panic and mess up at this crucial point.
Upon crossing the threshold, I made several discoveries in rapid succession. There were pieces of armor of various species hanging from the walls further in, as well as what looked like a large rug and….bondage gear? This cave was obviously occupied which did not bode well for me at all, but at that point I was rather painfully arrested by something massive grabbing my tail. I let out a sharp yelp as I pancaked into the floor.
“My apologies, but I imagine having a dragon show up on your doorstep would probably draw unwanted attention.”
Hearing what I could now tell was the female massive carnivore that I was quietly making peace with getting eaten by address me broke me out of the funk I was starting to sink into at the idea of being messily eaten. The fact that I was hearing words rather than an enormous tongue licking enormous and sharp teeth seemed to indicate a potential for surviving today, so I rolled over and looked up at my capturer.
Age is understandably hard to tell with dragons - given they live for millennia - but this one definitely didn’t give me the impression of being young. Her golden eyes alone seemed to suggest she had a few centuries of life behind her. Her scales were a darker and more muted shade of red, almost burgundy, and she had a line of short, bone-white spines leading down her back from neck to tail.
“I imagine you’re wondering why I chased you down like this?”
“That, and trying to get my heart to slow down, yeah.”
It was almost insulting how evenly she was speaking while I was struggling not to pant in between all my words. It wasn’t as if I was in bad shape myself, but this dragon didn’t even strain herself whatsoever in that brief chase. She looked and sounded calmly composed as if she’d been sitting here waiting this whole time. Every now and then nature throws you these helpful reminders of the fact that there’s always a bigger and better predator than you out there more than happy to turn you into a snack. Obviously this time was going to be a strange exception to that rule, and that already had my curiosity peaked.
“I suppose this might not help with that, but I chased you down because I know what you do, and I wanted to ask you for something.”
She was correct in that that really wasn’t helping me calm myself. I had always worried about what I would do if word started to spread - which I was now confronting much earlier than I expected to - and now I had full-grown dragons chasing me down. The only reason I didn’t keel over right then was that was a tone of questioning curiosity without a hint of threat, so now I was up on my haunches with my head cocked, curious where this strange conversation was going to lead.
“So...you know what I do. That’s...not great, but I suppose that’s neither here nor there right now. What did you want to ask me?”
She looked to be taking a moment to gather her thoughts before she responded to me. That gave me a moment to look her over with a more appraising eye and pick out some details I hadn’t been looking for before, such as her slightly distended belly and the stretch marks just visible between her scales from the way she was currently resting. I probably had her age reckoned properly in that case, as she looked like she probably had quite a few children out in the world, though as with all dragons she still looked sleek and dangerous.
“I’m approaching my seventh century, and I’ve had dozens upon dozens of clutches, so I think I’ve done my duty to my species by this point. I came to find you because I heard rumors of your ‘unusual talents’ and I thought you might be able to help me remove my capacity for breeding.”
I really wished I could sound that confident and be that direct about this kind of topic. She didn’t stutter or pause as she delivered that rather shocking statement, though to a dragon who’d been alive almost seven hundred years I guess nothing really sounds that outlandish so far. My gaze flicked back to the edges of my peripheral vision momentarily to look at what I had definitely correctly identified as some kind of binding harness for wings and legs that looked perfectly sized for her frame. I was getting the distinct impression that even without the element of age she had “seen some shit”.
“Oh. Well...I think I might be able to help you, though I’ve never done anything like...that before. I usually work with parts that are more on the outside, and I’d have to be going pretty far inside to get to what I think you’re asking me to get to.”
I’ve developed a pretty good degree of skill with my bracelet since I got my talons on it, but I think his dragon was vastly overestimating what I was capable of. I was no surgeon, and I knew enough about anatomy to know I was going to need to go quite deep into her abdomen if I was going to get her ovaries. I wasn’t even sure how to get my magic to bypass tissue I didn’t want to remove since I’d only ever had to cast it on external parts of the body, and in the case of my favorite meat I could send it into the glans and have it travel back along the shaft. Thinking about fishing my arm around in her insides in that manner was starting to make me feel a little queasy, but it was that train of thought that led me to another potential answer.
Her ovaries, by their very nature, were designed to provide eggs to her womb, which was accessed via the vaginal canal. As I sat there with my eyes growing wider at the thought, I came to the realization that there was a way I could get to what she wanted without having to carve up her belly and go fishing around in her guts. It was beyond weird, and something I’d never even considered attempting before, but I was having a hard time finding fault with the basic mechanics of the concept. The dragon waited patiently while I thought through all the particulars, clearly not in a hurry.
“Okay, I think I’ve figured out a way to do this, but it’s going to be weird. To put it bluntly, I’m going to have to...climb inside you to some degree. I’m not a unicorn, after all, so my ability to use my magic is pretty limited, and I don’t think there’s any way I could safely get your ovaries out through your belly. I’m going to need to get my bracelet close enough to just focus on those and not send its magic into any other part of you.”
I was trying to sound confident in my ability to potential pull this off, but while considering it wasn’t causing the feeling of disgust that going intestine-diving had been causing, it was still causing a fair amount of anxiety from the idea I was talking about putting my whole body someplace it was most definitely not designed to go, with a lack of air and what was probably some pretty strong musculature that I was hoping wouldn’t trap me in there or break any bones. I found myself staring back towards the base of her tail with an expression she clearly read as at least a little bit panicked.
“I agree with your assessment, and I’m willing to do this as you suggested. I can understand that this might feel hazardous for you, and I am willing to offer a trade. The rumors about you say that you like these, and I’m willing to offer you a portion of mine.”
With that, she reached down between her hind legs with her left forepaw and pulled up at her belly scales there, spreading open a slit between two of them, inside of which I could see glistening pink flesh. Specifically, at the top of that slit I could see a familiar protrusion that I had always honestly wondered if dragons had, though maybe some species did and some didn’t. I glanced up at her for permission - which she gave with a nod - and walked back down her body to get close to that slit and the clitoris the size of my head that she was apparently offering up to compensate me for diving into her vagina.
As I settled back on my haunches and contemplated what was about to happen if I said yes, I could feel the nervousness starting to melt away to be replaced with something that almost felt like a sense of adventure. I mean, I’ve always been a fan of getting my talons and beak on some pussy, whether that be for nefarious purposes or just for fun, but sometimes you get these random impulses and unusual ideas. I’ve been around females big enough for me to get my fist and even my forearm pretty deep before, but my whole body? I had to admit to myself that the idea was turning me on.
“Alright, I’ll do it. Are you ready? Might as well get right into it!” I took a deep breath in and out and shook out my shoulders and haunches. I had no idea if that was going to help or not, but I felt like I had better be pretty limber for this.
“I’m glad you accept, Gryphon. Yes, I am ready.”
I took another deep breath, leaned forward, and slowly pushed both my forelegs into her up to the elbow, finding that she’d obviously been aroused at the idea of this happening and I wasn’t going to need to get her worked up first. There was a thin layer of moisture that was starting to build, and I could slide against her inner flesh easily. Growing bolder, I pushed forward until both forelegs were buried all the way inside of her and my head was mashed against her clitoris, which I gave a quick lick to on impulse. I heard a pleased grunt from the enormous dragon I was currently double-fisting to the hilt, so at this point there was nowhere else to go but forward.
Now, I have a basic understanding of female reproductive anatomy, but this was a dragon, so I had no idea if she conformed to mammals - which I knew - or reptiles, in which case I had no idea where I was going. Worrying about it wasn’t going to help me make any progress, though, so I took the deepest breath I could and hoped my fairly good lung capacity would be enough for this crazy journey.
I leaned back far enough to get my shoulders free and then pushed my head between my arms to line up. I pushed off on the ground with my hind legs and my head passed into warmth, wetness, and the dull throb of a massive heartbeat. All the flesh around me was lightly pulsing and occasionally clenching a little around me as the dragon reacted to the sensation, thankfully seeming to try to keep herself from clamping down. I definitely did not want to find out firsthand how strong her internal muscles were.
I walked my bottom half closer until my paws were up against her and pushed again, my fists almost immediately meeting what had to be her cervix and requiring another shove to force through, my head and shoulders following after into the warmer, wetter, and even louder cavity of her womb. Her heartbeat was now like thunder in the distance, but pounding with a rhythm that seemed to quake my entire body. I could feel my lungs starting to want oxygen, so I would have to move quickly at this point. Eyes still closed because the darkness would make them useless anyway, I quickly felt along the right side of the muscular pouch half my body was now inside of until I felt a small opening far too small for anything other than an arm at most.
It was at this point that I realized that if my bracelet required the words I had learned to activate to be spoken precisely, this plan was going to fall apart entirely. I spoke the incantation, making sure to move my tongue and throat to enunciate clearly though no sound came out other than some clicks and gurgling due to where my head was. Luckily, it seemed that my intent more than my words were the trigger, as I could perceive a glow through my eyelids which meant it had to be working. As soon as I’d waited the few seconds I needed, I leaned in against the wall of her womb and forced my arm into her fallopian tube, now made more pliable by my magic as well as the still hidden goal at the other end of it.
Now, for the dragon in question, having her cervix mashed through like that was hardly a picnic, and she had to work very hard to suppress the urge to clamp down inside or reach down and try to pull me out. My fumbling around in her womb wasn’t exactly a pleasant sensation either, but my magic kicking in meant she didn’t fully feel what was happening to her fallopian tube. She was getting more sensation than I had expected though, which I would have to put down to dragons being more magic resistant than most other creatures in our world. However, as I had guessed from the gear I’d seen in her cave, pain was something this particular dragon had come to enjoy quite a bit, and she’d never had her favorite combination of pain and pleasure applied inside of her like this.
For my part, I noticed that my attempts to pull myself out were going a bit more easily than I expected, and it seemed like her birth canal was quite a bit more slippery now than it was when I was trying to work my way in. Her tube distended mightily as the organ it was supposed to connect to was yanked through it, all her ovary’s connections severed in the process. I soon slipped the sizeable egg holder into her womb, and then pulled myself and it back through her cervix, at which point I discovered just how wet my new draconic acquaintance had become. Whatever force I was expecting to have to apply was made unnecessary as I simply shot right out of her with an obscenely loud squelch, landing on my back gasping, a dark pink ovary in my forelegs, and absolutely soaked in the juices of a thoroughly aroused female.
Now that I knew how to pull this off, I put my forelegs forward, talons together on either side of my head, and pushed myself back inside. I was definitely slipping in a lot more easily now, so getting to her cervix and through it was a cakewalk this time. As soon as I had my upper body ensconced in her womb, I twisted myself to the opposite site, whispered the familiar words into the thick mucous and suffocating flesh of her innermost sanctum, and saw the glow on my eyelids that told me she would soon be ready. After counting the seconds in my head, I forced my arms through that narrow fleshy tube, seized her other ovary, and hauled backwards again, yanking her only remaining source of eggs back with me into her womb before pulling myself and it out into her vagina. This time, though, things went a little differently.
As soon as her severed ovary came through behind me, the entire world collapsed down on top of me. All her muscles clenched down mightily, and after a brief instant of panic her excessive wetness caused that force to rocket me out of her body, thrown back onto the rocky floor with force enough to knock the wind out of me before she let out a long groaning sound and I found myself getting hosed down with thick, viscous ejaculate. If it weren’t for the shaggy fur of my back half being plastered up my body by my reverse exit from hers, my hard-on from all of this would have been blatantly obvious. I’d gone from being scared of even attempting this to desperately wishing she’d tell her friends.
As soon as my lungs were done being paralyzed by my fall I went back to gasping for air again, lying still and panting for a little while to recover. Eventually I had enough oxygen back in my blood to be able to roll back over onto paws and talons and shake off some of the fluid my feathers and fur were now caked in. I was going to have to preen for almost an hour to get back to being flight-ready, but I still felt like it was definitely worth it. Even better, we weren’t quite done yet. Once my new acquaintance had caught her breath from her climax, she addressed me again.
“My thanks, Gryphon. You have more than earned your reward.”
She used both her fore-talons to spread herself open as wide as she could to improve my access to her thoroughly swollen glans. I reverently reached up and cradled it in my talons, feeling it pulse with her heartbeat and my stomach start to growl.
“Only a beakful though, Gryphon. I don’t wish to sacrifice my future climaxes.”
That seemed fair to me, so I nodded and rubbed my talons over its large, smooth surface a few times, making its owner close her eyes and let out an appreciative rumble. I whispered to my bracelet for the third time that day, letting its magic sink into her clitoris and ready it for me to take my payment. I took a moment to lift it a little, finding it weighed a bit more than I expected before letting it slip back down slightly to where it was before. As soon as I had let my magic work on her for long enough, I dragged a long lick from bottom to top and then opened my beak wide.
It seemed to me the easiest way to accomplish this would be to come at it from the side, so I squeezed and lifted her enormous glans slightly so it distended upwards before placing my beak across it to the side. This left an inch or two to cross my beak and fill it from tip to base quite nicely. I flicked a quick glance up at her and saw her watching what I was doing. She nodded to me, and I nodded slightly before clamping down my beak as hard as I could. The flesh of her glans bulged in my beak for a moment before parting from the rest and leaving me with quite a mouthful, her formerly round glans now having a flat, dark pink stump from where I’d taken my bite.
It was at this point that I saw her flinch a little, and I realized my magic might not be working on her the way it did on other creatures, but she didn’t look like she was going to complain. The meat in my mouth had a slightly metallic taste on the “raw” side, but that was to be expected and didn’t detract from the other flavors and the soft, pliable texture of the flesh. She watched as I visibly rolled my tongue over the meat in my beak and purred appreciatively, seemingly like it was somewhat exciting to see judging by the occasional clenches of her opening. As I swallowed my delicious beakful, she moved one of her toes over to her new stump and rubbed it up and down briefly, a small shudder visible as she did so. She reached down to her opening to wet her toe and then came back to circle her reduced glans a few more times before stopping.
“That should be adequate. I can feel the difference from before, but it feels like you did as I asked.”
“Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, ma’am.”
Not really sure of what else to do, I bowed respectfully, which caused her to emit a low rumbling I identified as laughter. She rolled onto her belly, re-arranged her wings, and smiled at me as she made a dismissive gesture, freeing me to go.
I walked out into the blinding sun outside, feeling her fluids still caking my feathers and groaned as I remembered how much preening I was going to have to do to get airborne again. However, I could also feel something else being tickled by the fur around my crotch, still stiff and ready, and I decided it couldn’t hurt to find a quiet place to blow off some steam first so I could concentrate on fixing my feathers.
Author's Note
This one was actually a commission. I opened up for a small test batch on FurAffinity, and once I finally get around to finishing those I'm going to open for more here, on FA, and on SoFurry to try and give more people a shot.