Gryphon Breeding Seasonby Base-Delta-ZeroChaptersThe BeginningAnd Then There Were TwoLess and Less LuckThe Flight ContinuesUpdate (19/03/2020)The BeginningThe night's rest was anything but, with the bed's owner tossing and turning, and not surrendering to the Sandgriff's serenade. She felt there was something she was forgetting, but for the life of her she simply couldn't remember. She'd wrapped her sheets into a tizzy, tossing and turning to and fro. In time, sleep claimed her, though it was to not be for long. within two hours of finally drifting away, the griffoness in the bed was awoken by the splashing of water on her. Soaking wet and notably angry, the griffoness bolted up with a growl, her massive mammaries jiggling from her sudden movement. Staring furiously at the offender, her boiling irritation finally bubbled over. "What the actual FUCK Grampa! The hell was that for?" Gilda screeched, staring at the geezer who dared wake her in such a way. His only response, however, was to enter and flip her bed, taking Gilda with it. Lifting the soggy bundle of hatred by the scruff of her neck, Grampa Gruff dragged his granddaughter to a calendar hanging on her wall, pointing at a date that had been circled and arrowed to multiple times in bold red marker. "Did you forget what today is, you stupid slut? It's Breeding Day!" And as soon as the words left his scarred face, Gilda's blood ran cold. Breeding Day?! How the hell did she - nay, could she - forget Breeding Day of all things? One of the biggest days of the year in Griffonstone. Always denoted by a certain smell in the air, and no one can forget it for a long while after - if nothing else than because cleanup can take a few weeks of work from all the messes. For you see, every year on Breeding Day, all of the griffonesses of Griffonstone were more or less free game for all the males that go into a rut on that day every year. A way to curb population losses, it became far too popular to simply end, even long after it was needed. Every griffoness is forced outside in little to no clothing, and they had to be smart to avoid being caught and bred. Some resorted to cheeky tricks, but all tried their best - usually - to avoid being caught. The smartest ones already had their spots selected to hide out the day. For Gilda, it was far too late for that, though. "I'm not one for incest, but you'd better get moving before someone claims you here. I'll give you twenty minutes to get ready, but not a second more. Your time starts now. Move!" With a shove from her grandfather, the extremely busty griffoness sped off to the shower to warm from the ice water her grandfather dumped on her to wake her. The water heating, she stripped off the nighttime lingerie she had worn, before getting a look at herself in the mirror before it decided to fog. Once again, she found herself looking at her titanic tits. Staring at them, and her very voluptuous hips and ass, her mind began to wander to how she came to have such huge sizes... "Jeez ya dweeb, decided to grow a bit there?" A certain prismatic pegasus froze in midair, before looking over to the griffon who just caught their attention. Spinning around in midair to face the predator, a few assets of the pony vowed to keep her spin going - conspiring with inertia to keep her breasts and ass turning, almost twisting Rainbow Dash out of the sky. However, showing the grace of someone who was familiar with her assets at this point, she swiftly stabilized, staring at the catbird that lounged on a cloud near her. Gilda was notably smaller then, more compact at that time than she was now, though that was soon to change. Catching up with her old flying buddy from Junior Speedsters, having decided to be friends again after Gilda saved Rainbow and one of her pony friends from a chasm, the griffoness chose to visit her in her home town. Things had progressed from there, before the pony introduced her to her friends and the pink one insisted on partying into the night. Surprisingly, there were a couple other griffons at that party, and none of them would forget it. Someone spiked the punch with something that made the ponies tipsy, but had completely different results on the griffons in attendance. Female griffons swelled in size, growing a bit taller, their hips noticably wider, their asses big and jiggly, and breasts growing huge, with a great many lactating. Male griffons had their own equivalent reaction, cocks growing longer and thicker, and balls bigger and fuller, and able to squeeze nigh-impossible levels of cum from their balls now. A few weeks later, whoever was at the party and spiked the punch acted again, tainting the water supply of Griffonstone. Those pony elements were able to stop it from going too crazy, but there had already been enough leached into the water. Eventually its effects subsided, but its damage had already been done. Every griffon in Griffonstone had been effected in one way or another, with basically every female big and bouncy and every male turned into a stud for breeding. In the months since, no griff's size had lowered, especially not those who had been dosed at both the party and the town. Those double-dosed would likely never see their bellies again until they became mothers, with their new titanic size. Hips so big they were locked in a strut just to walk, butts that jiggled with each step, and breasts heaving and leaking milk as they went. Beyond even that, since everyone's libidos seemed to gain a massive spike, it meant this Breeding Day would be a huge fuck fest of supercharged libidos. Speculations of the effects of increased libido aside, a great many things were harder to do with their size - though Gilda had to admit it wasn't entirely bad. Her scones had become even more popular than they were with the pink pony's new recipe, ever since she swapped out the cream in the batter for one cheaper and more frequently available. But, between her newer size hindering her ability to make her scones, and the difficulty in finding clothes for her huge size, she didn't think the ability to use breast milk in her scones made up for enough. She was swiftly knocked from her memories by her grandfather barging into the bathroom, as a chill ran down Gilda's spine from the implications. "Time's up! Let's go!" Grabbing her by the scruff of her neck, the old griff carried his granddaughter to the front door and dropped her there. "WHAT?! I can't go the whole day naked! At least give me some clothes before fully chucking me out!" Rolling his eyes, Grampa Gruff walked back into her room before swiftly walking out with a couple pieces of fabric, and shoved her and the clothes out the door and bolted it shut before she had a chance to react. Squeaking in embarrassment she covered herself, before remembering that Gruff had stuffed clothes outdoors with her. Blushing and growling in embarrassment and anger, she gazed upon the clothes he had passed her, or the lack thereof - an old tube top of hers that she bought after being dosed at the party, but had simply not fully fit after the second dose, as well as a skimpy red thong. Barely anything, but with it being all she had, she struggled to get them on. The small size of both pieces of clothing made it difficult and very jiggly, but soon she had them on in a way that was at least passable for the day it was. A bit of her areola was visible beneath the bottom edge of her tube top, and her thong dug into her hips, sliding themselves higher and higher up and showing a prominent cameltoe in the fabric. Her plush ass ate the string in the back of it, only enough to cover her pussy and that was it. Through her tube top her nipples were extremely visible, and overall she was as good as naked anyways - and likely soon would be both practically and literally, feeling how thin the fabric was. All it would take would be the claws of a dedicated griffon, and the fabric would be as good as ribbons, and in a similar form as well. Taking stock of her situation and realizing just how screwed she would be, literally, if she simply stayed here stuck in reflection, Gilda darted off to the shadows of the alleys across the street from her home, beginning a day she wouldn't ever forget... Author's Note So this is the beginning of a story that came about from a conversation I had with Ebony Stallion recently, of a concept he had and shelved years ago. Let's see where it leads, as it'll be a journey for all of us as I try to spread my wings again and write after years away. Criticism is welcome. See something wrong? Want to say you like the idea? You think I'm a fat lazy piece of shit that needs to die? Go right ahead and tell me in the comments. And yes, I will be looking for an editor for this soon, but it's late and I need to upload this before I shelve it and never look at it again. And Then There Were TwoDarting from alley to alley, Gilda struggled to move fast while remaining silent. Cursing her jiggly body, and her skimpy clothes, she had to stop every now and again to readjust her tube top back over her nipples, and twice had to stop her thong from giving her a wedgie. Occasionally taking glaces out onto the main roads as she darted about, some of her worst fears of the day were coming to light. Whenever a griffoness had been caught, they were almost instantly in the center of a gangbang with multiple males pinning them down or bouncing them on their cocks. What surprised her more, though, is just how much the female griffons seemed to be enjoying it. She even saw Gabby in the middle of one of the piles, completely naked and bouncing away, her tits spraying milk as they bounced around, moaning and screaming for more. It certainly surprised Gilda, but also made her a lot hotter under the collar than she ever expected it would. She'd never given much thought to if she way a voyeur before, but she realized she may just be turning into one at the rate this day was going. Reaching another intersection, Gilda once again looked around to ensure the coast was clear before darting across the street into the next darkened walkway. Leaning against a wall to catch her breath, her ears picked up the sound of struggling and groaning. Instantly alert, it took her a moment more to realize that it was only the sounds of a female groaning, and she didn't hear any accompanying slapping that she'd expect from a male griff pounding away at another griffoness. Sneakily glancing around the corner, she saw another female struggling with their top. Realizing as she turned around, Greta was having major trouble tying her top over her hulking breasts, bigger than even Gilda's own pair. A top that tied in the front was what she was struggling to put on, barely able to wrap her arms around it while not crushing her own breasts in the process. Milk was dribbling from her nipples as she tried, as she became more and more frustrated at her lack of ability to tie it. Walking around the corner quietly and sneaking up to Greta, Gilda tapped her on the shoulder. Greta jumped and almost squawked before clamping a hand around her own beak, she turned rapidly around to face Gilda as her untied top fell to the ground once more. Seeing it was just another griffoness, Greta visibly relaxed, her shoulders drooping in relief as she breathed heavily. Facing the newcomer, she looked at her incredulously and with slight but noticeable anger at being surprised as such. "What the hell Gilda?! Did you forget what would have happened if I used my claws?" Staring at the impossibly busty griffoness, Gilda took a moment to answer as she really took in her mutual friend's size for the first time since everyone grew. "Well, the grunting you were making from trying to tie your top on didn't really help your case. Any male coming by would have heard it, be thankful it was just me. Now, do you want some help with that top or what dweeb?" Greta blushed at the revelation of not being as quiet as she assumed, looking off to the side as her face burned in a blush. After a moment she nodded, kneeling down to grab her tie top that had fallen to the ground and passing it to Gilda. Taking it in her hands, Gilda leaned forward to pass it fully around her back, her own tube top-covered tits smooshing into the topless griffoness' breasts. Both griffonesses were blushing by this point, and as Gilda finished looping the top around to where it could be tied, she took the moment to give Greta a grope. Greta moaned as her boob was squeezed, a bead of milk dripping out of her nipple from the extra pressure, the blush on her face intensifying. Now mildly irritated, she gave a silent evil eye to Gilda who took the hint and finished tying the top on the other griffoness, the top squishing into them to stay tied due to its small size. "Geez, and I thought my tits leaked milk a lot. You could practically stock a dairy farm with this!" Greta took a step back and calmed her breath, the blush on her cheeks fading away as she did. "Look, since we're both stuck out here and are obviously trying to avoid being bred, our best chances are probably to stick together. You know, safety in numbers and all." "Agreed. It's likely best we stick to the alleys as well, the shadows will help keep us disguised from any griff that takes to the air." To this Greta nodded, and began to walk off down the alleys with a quiet "Let's go, then." Gilda fell into step beside her new companion, before realizing that her bottom was only covered in a practically identical red thong to her own. Gilda ran her finger along the seam of it before giving Greta's ass a squeeze, making the griffoness moan and shudder from the feeling. Greta took the chance for some payback, swiftly moving in front of Gilda and giving her twin boulders a rough grope. The squeezing meant her breasts leaked milk into her top, twin wet patches forming over the peaks of her nipples. Blushing violently, it took Gilda a moment to realize her companion had started walking - well, sashaying her wide hips - down the alley again, and she rushed to catch up. Things had just become a lot more interesting this Breeding Day, that could never be denied. Less and Less LuckThe two griffons walked along, topless and cum-covered, but still intent on making it through the day without being knocked up. However, the craziness of the day was taking its toll, becoming more and more noticeable as they made it through the day. Not only were they stuck topless and coated with cum that they didn't have a spot to wash it out at, they found themselves not really minding it. Not that they'd intentionally go topless anywhere if they had the choice, but they didn't mind it anywhere near as much as they felt they should have. However, what was dominating their though process, was the need to avoid being seen, as the two hyper griffonesses snuck their way through the alleys by the shadows of the buildings, trying to avoid being spotted from the main streets or the skies by the roving bands of males intent to pump them full of seed and claim their wombs - a fate neither griffoness desired. Gilda and Greta had followed the alleys like their lives depended on it for so long, but they found themselves at a major street with no cover for a large distance, with backtracking not an option due to the trail of cum they were dripping from their last encounter with the group who 'kindly' relieved them of their tops. Glancing back and forth, left and right, the two took their chances and dashed across, hugging the walls on the other side once they got there and catching their breaths. Gilda found her eyes travelling down to Greta's heaving tits as her fellow griffoness struggled to catch her breath over the adrenaline, staring at their giant form for longer than any dweeb would be able to survive saying. Dragging her eyes away from their milky forms eventually, they looked to each other and nodded before moving along. However, that all changed seconds after they resumed, when a Griffon male dove after them and tackled them to the ground, yanking them into the smaller space between two shops. "Looks like I found myself the grandest of prizes! Two bitches to stuff full~" the male said, his volume low to not attract any more attention so he could keep his catch. "You two will make fine mothers to my chicks, with how big your tits are~." The male fondled their tits, squirting some milk out of them as the two kept from squawking in fear and surprise. Gilda took a moment to get her thoughts back together again, before she tackled the male and sat on his chest, pinning him down. Greta sat on his legs, while Gilda stared menacingly at him. "You're not fucking us today fuckboy, just because you got the drop on us. You'd better back off or we'll knock you out." Laughing softly, the griff called her bluff. "All it'd take is one screech and every griff in the area would close in on this area. You've got no grounds there to be making demands. But if you're so insistent on me not fucking your wombs full, you better have a damn good suggestion, and you better have it fast." Greta pulled Gilda in and whispered in her ear for a few moments, Gilda's blush strengthening again somewhat, nodding periodically throughout Greta's suggestion. "How's about we give you a titfuck, and a makeout session between us over your cock?" Nodding his head to their idea, the two slowly slid off of him and moved to either side of his body, pulling down his shorts and revealing what he was smuggling in there. A huge cock sprang up, one that'd reach all the way through even their huge tits, as it squirted a bit of pre as it bobbed up in the air. Stunned for a moment at his size, the two moved on with their plan before he began to have second thoughts. Smothering his pillar under a mountain of titflesh, they bounced and stroked their milkbags over his pole. The male reached out and caressed their asses as they worked, rubbing circles with each hand on the closest cheek to him. After a few rubs he slapped them, just as they leaned in to kiss each other over his cock for the first time. The surprise from the slap made them moan into the kiss with their eyes wide, but they simply melted into each other's beaks and took it in stride - yet another thing neither of them would have ever done mere months ago. Still rubbing their breasts over his cock and taking turns sucking him off before kissing again, the unnamed male maintained rhythmic rubbing and slapping of their asses, only occasionally breaking his pace to keep things interesting. "Oh girls, your tits feel so smooth and good~ Keep it up and I'll cum soon~" the male cooed at them, as the two doubled their efforts to hurry and make him cum so they could keep moving on. A few more rubs and licks, and as they kissed again he came. Thick as glue and twice as sticky, his cum painted their chins, necks, and the top of their tits, barely sliding at all before seeming to seal itself onto their heads and funbags, making them look like four slutty glazed and cream-filled donuts. However, the male growled and slapped their asses again harder, angered. "I said take your time, and you two sprint to the finish! The deal's off, I'm breeding you two!" Trying to grab them from his position as the two girls sprang up to flee from the angered male, his claws raked their thongs and shredded them, leaving them completely bare as they bolted away before the griff could stand up. Cursing his luck of only getting their clothing, the griff looked to the shredded and soaked thongs in his claws before taking a deep sniff, remembering that scent before stuffing them in his pockets and flying off. A few alleys and one less line of sight later, the two girls finally slowed and caught their breaths once more, their glazed tits heaving and dripping milk like crazy. "Oooh that was too close, thank all we chose that position and not another one, letting us get up and move quick like that," panted out an exhausted Gilda. It was at that point she looked over Greta, noticing her lack of any garments at all. "Uhh, Greta? You're kind of missing - EEP!" A sudden breeze that worked its way between their legs alerted them both to their lack of underwear, as they quickly covered their pussies with their talons. "Shit, shit shit shit shit! How the hell did he manage to grab those!" panicked Greta, unsure how to handle her full nudity beyond her scarf. Gilda held her in place and slapped her in the face once, shocking Greta enough to not have a noisy nervous breakdown in the middle of the alleyway and attract undue attention. Taking another moment to catch her breath and calm herself down some, Gilda took the time to speak. "Get ahold of yourself girl! Do you want to give ourselves away to every male in the city with that noise! You're wearing more than me right now!" she exclamed softly as she pointed to Greta's scarf that she was still wearing. "Now, get a grip on yourself! Besides, we found ourselves in a stroke of luck. We found out about our... Situation, right next to a clothing store. They're going to be boarded up for the day, but let's see if there's something in there that might just fit us." And with that, the two griffonesses walked into the store Gilda noticed and closed the doors up behind them, missing the group of males that flew in to check out the ruckus from the alley by only seconds. But neither was prepared for what they'd find inside the store... Author's Note Another chapter down, and another piece of clothing for the girls gone. What replacements might they find in the store, and what else might they do in there while killing time? Find out in the next chapter. The Flight ContinuesGilda and her new companion continued to flee through the alleyways, bolting through the less shadowy areas and sticking to the dark as best they could. This was made more difficult due to their size, both having been double-dosed and were consequentially huge. Panting as they leaned against a wall after their latest sprint across a street, Greta finally spoke after they caught their breath. "I... I need a moment to sit down. These girls aren't the easiest to sprint with..." She wheezed out while hefting one tit up, which Gilda couldn't help but stare at as it bounced and jiggled back against her companion's chest. Noticing it had her attention, Greta couldn't help but bounce it a couple more times, giving a little show for her friend before they both realized what they were doing and looked away from each other with a blush. "A break for a moment does sound good. Let's go just a bit further, there's a spot in the next alley I know we could sit and rest at for a few minutes before moving on. Follow me, I'll get us there." Pushing off the wall and taking the lead, Gilda resumed the way with Greta following, finding the small area shortly after. A more open part of the alleys, it was a restaraunt that had opened its back lot into a sort of rear patio area. More open and not as much shade, but certainly enough nooks and crannies to hide in while catching their breath. Slinking into the shadows by a planter, the two sat down and began to rest, sitting silently while listening for any griffs who might come looking for girls to breed. Sitting next to each other, Gilda couldn't help but to keep looking at Greta out of the corner of her eyes, and at one point it seemed Greta was doing the same to her. Glancing at her heaving, milky tits, looking over her wide hips, and noticing just how much her plush ass squishes out as it molds itself to the floor they were sitting on. Greta's own small thong was practically devoured by her wide hips and huge ass, a cameltoe highly visible in the front - much the same as Gilda's was doing. What really caught Gilda's interest was that it even seemed rather damp, like Greta was enjoying this. Reaching over and giving one of her giant tits a grope and lift, she felt just how heavy and full of milk her companion's tits were - just as Greta did the same to her own. However, before they could get any further, three male griffs landed in the opening, staring at the two. The first one stepped forward and leered at them, a huge bulge visible in his shorts. "Hey boys, looks like we found two girls here waiting to be bred. What say we show them a fun time?" Gilda and Greta, at this point practically terrified from being found, were sweating bullets as the three talked about all they would do to the two. At that moment though, Gilda had an idea, and took a gamble. "Wait! If... If we show you three a good enough time, will you let us go?" This made the three pause and think, looking among each other as they gave her offer some thought. "Well, what exactly do you have in mind slut?" Turning to Greta, who at this point was just scared and somewhat confused, Gilda whispered in her ear her idea. A huge blush roared out over Greta's face, but she did agree to the idea with a nod. Standing and walking over to the three, Gilda gazed over the size of the bulges in each of the three's pants. The lead griff had the biggest bulge by far, but that didn't make the other two's bulges any less impressive. Looking upon the rest of the three's bodies, it almost seemed like the two followers were twins, looking so similar. Stripping their tops and placing them to the side, Gilda and Greta each rested their bare tits on the leader's arms, as Gilda finally revealed her idea. "I want you to lie down on the ground and free that cock up big boy, while your friends here stay on either side of you. Those two get a titfuck and oral, while you get the privilege of getting your dick sandwiched between our butts." Gilda and Greta wiggled their thong-devouring asses in sync to accentuate her point, as they continued to grind their tits into his arms. The three took a second to think it over, looking to each other before nodding. "Deal. But no funny business, or we'll stuff your slutty pussies up with our seed before you can squawk." The leader freed himself from the griffonesses, as all three stripped their shorts off. The leader lied himself on the ground, with Gilda and Greta squatting beside him, their thong-covered asses smooshing into his huge tool. The remaining two stepped in front of the griffonesses, their cocks seeking the pillowy embrace of their titanic tits. Starting to grind on his tool, the two took the remaining male's cocks between them and started rubbing their tits on the shafts, giving the tips of the cocks a little lick or kiss with each stroke of their breasts. None of them were quiet, moans ringing out from the unorthodox orgy in the alley. The two standing males each grabbed the hair feathers of their titfuckers, pushing their beaks farther and farther down on the cocks with each stroke, as the alpha on the bottom thrust his cock in sync with the girls's huge asses. Roaring in pleasure the two smaller males unleashed their orgasms, enough cum globbing out that neither Gilda nor Greta could drink it all, a large amount splashing out into their tits and faces. Stepping back as their orgasms ended, the power bottom began to pound into their ass cheeks faster and faster, making the freshly-painted girls have to practically jump to rub his cock in sync. A few more moments of this and the alpha came himself, ropes of cum squirting out of his cock and streaking down onto the two girl's backs and wings, coating them white with his thick sticky cum. However, he wasn't done with them yet. "I'm changing the deal some. You two also need to let me fuck your tits, or I'm squawking and letting every griff know there's two bimbos right here to be knocked up." The two girls glowered in betrayal at this, but knew they had no leverage. Turning around and presenting their painted tits to him by docking each other while looking at him, he swiftly thrust his raging erection between the twin pairs of tits. Giving the two girl's asses a spank each, they yelped but took the hint and began licking his cock as it thrust through their pillows, lubing it up even further than his own spunk had. Each of the girls were somewhat disgusted by the super-salty taste of his cum, but, and neither girl would admit it, there was a small part of each that really enjoyed the taste of the cum - and that part almost seemed to be growing. Growing close to his next orgasm, the alpha gripped their hair feathers again and pushed their heads together, making them make out over his cock. As the girls made out, his cock tightened up before nutting over their fat tits again, coating their tits, necks, shoulders, and lower faces with a super thick load of cum, the globs mixing in with their feathers and fur and making a huge mess of their bodies. Eventually his orgasm tapered out as the two were nearing painted, Greta having a streak of cum sealing one eye shut while Gilda's hair feathers were slicked back from a new and unexpected dose of gel. Letting the two step back and take stock of themselves, the trio of griffs pulled their pants back on. "A deal is a deal, we won't let anyone know of this. But, if you're caught again, then all bets are off. By the way, I hope you two sluts enjoy our parting gifts!" The three flew off again in search of another griffoness to breed, as Gilda and Greta took the moment to regain their breath as they stared at each other, blushes on their faces. Greta scooped the cum covering her eye up with her hand and almost without thinking put it in her mouth, before freezing and blushing more when she realized what she was doing. However, regardless of how embarrassed she may have been by it, it didn't stop her, as she scooped some more cum off of her neck and drank that. Gilda found herself doing the same, scooping cum out of her hair feathers and drinking it, the salty taste of the cum surprisingly welcome. After a few moments of this, the two decided they had scooped off all the cum they could, even if their bodies were still quite visibly and undoubtedly painted with cum. Helping each other stand up, the two turned to where they left their tops. However, the parting words of the alpha griff rang through their minds as they saw how they were left, "Enjoy our parting gifts!" And what a gift they had left, namely shredding the two's tops into little scraps, leaving them nothing left to cover their tits. Looking at each other with a blush that seemed to never leave their face, they both realized this meant they'd be fleeing topless now. Sighing in resignation, Gilda spoke first. "Well, it seems all that trouble to tie your top was for nothing anyways. Well, other than giving me someone to talk to who's not intent on knocking a family into me..." "Seems like it. Well, there's nothing we can do about that, we'll just have to move on." Greta turned and began to walk down the alley again, Gilda following suit. Each of their tits, now they didn't have a top to tie them down, bounced and jiggled, leaking milk as they went, but both of them quickly realized that they didn't actually mind the feeling much. What dominated their minds, however, is just what would become of them, as this day got crazier and crazier... Author's Note And with that, the first major sex scene. It won't be the last. Also, new (cropped) story cover provided by Ebony Stallion, the same one who provided the original inspiration to this fic. Update (19/03/2020)Just letting you all know that this story isn't abandoned, it's just being slow to write. The next chapter is nearing halfway done, I'm going to make an effort to have it finished by the end of this month. Thanks for sticking around, and I hope you all have enjoyed the story so far!
The BeginningThe night's rest was anything but, with the bed's owner tossing and turning, and not surrendering to the Sandgriff's serenade. She felt there was something she was forgetting, but for the life of her she simply couldn't remember. She'd wrapped her sheets into a tizzy, tossing and turning to and fro. In time, sleep claimed her, though it was to not be for long. within two hours of finally drifting away, the griffoness in the bed was awoken by the splashing of water on her. Soaking wet and notably angry, the griffoness bolted up with a growl, her massive mammaries jiggling from her sudden movement. Staring furiously at the offender, her boiling irritation finally bubbled over. "What the actual FUCK Grampa! The hell was that for?" Gilda screeched, staring at the geezer who dared wake her in such a way. His only response, however, was to enter and flip her bed, taking Gilda with it. Lifting the soggy bundle of hatred by the scruff of her neck, Grampa Gruff dragged his granddaughter to a calendar hanging on her wall, pointing at a date that had been circled and arrowed to multiple times in bold red marker. "Did you forget what today is, you stupid slut? It's Breeding Day!" And as soon as the words left his scarred face, Gilda's blood ran cold. Breeding Day?! How the hell did she - nay, could she - forget Breeding Day of all things? One of the biggest days of the year in Griffonstone. Always denoted by a certain smell in the air, and no one can forget it for a long while after - if nothing else than because cleanup can take a few weeks of work from all the messes. For you see, every year on Breeding Day, all of the griffonesses of Griffonstone were more or less free game for all the males that go into a rut on that day every year. A way to curb population losses, it became far too popular to simply end, even long after it was needed. Every griffoness is forced outside in little to no clothing, and they had to be smart to avoid being caught and bred. Some resorted to cheeky tricks, but all tried their best - usually - to avoid being caught. The smartest ones already had their spots selected to hide out the day. For Gilda, it was far too late for that, though. "I'm not one for incest, but you'd better get moving before someone claims you here. I'll give you twenty minutes to get ready, but not a second more. Your time starts now. Move!" With a shove from her grandfather, the extremely busty griffoness sped off to the shower to warm from the ice water her grandfather dumped on her to wake her. The water heating, she stripped off the nighttime lingerie she had worn, before getting a look at herself in the mirror before it decided to fog. Once again, she found herself looking at her titanic tits. Staring at them, and her very voluptuous hips and ass, her mind began to wander to how she came to have such huge sizes... "Jeez ya dweeb, decided to grow a bit there?" A certain prismatic pegasus froze in midair, before looking over to the griffon who just caught their attention. Spinning around in midair to face the predator, a few assets of the pony vowed to keep her spin going - conspiring with inertia to keep her breasts and ass turning, almost twisting Rainbow Dash out of the sky. However, showing the grace of someone who was familiar with her assets at this point, she swiftly stabilized, staring at the catbird that lounged on a cloud near her. Gilda was notably smaller then, more compact at that time than she was now, though that was soon to change. Catching up with her old flying buddy from Junior Speedsters, having decided to be friends again after Gilda saved Rainbow and one of her pony friends from a chasm, the griffoness chose to visit her in her home town. Things had progressed from there, before the pony introduced her to her friends and the pink one insisted on partying into the night. Surprisingly, there were a couple other griffons at that party, and none of them would forget it. Someone spiked the punch with something that made the ponies tipsy, but had completely different results on the griffons in attendance. Female griffons swelled in size, growing a bit taller, their hips noticably wider, their asses big and jiggly, and breasts growing huge, with a great many lactating. Male griffons had their own equivalent reaction, cocks growing longer and thicker, and balls bigger and fuller, and able to squeeze nigh-impossible levels of cum from their balls now. A few weeks later, whoever was at the party and spiked the punch acted again, tainting the water supply of Griffonstone. Those pony elements were able to stop it from going too crazy, but there had already been enough leached into the water. Eventually its effects subsided, but its damage had already been done. Every griffon in Griffonstone had been effected in one way or another, with basically every female big and bouncy and every male turned into a stud for breeding. In the months since, no griff's size had lowered, especially not those who had been dosed at both the party and the town. Those double-dosed would likely never see their bellies again until they became mothers, with their new titanic size. Hips so big they were locked in a strut just to walk, butts that jiggled with each step, and breasts heaving and leaking milk as they went. Beyond even that, since everyone's libidos seemed to gain a massive spike, it meant this Breeding Day would be a huge fuck fest of supercharged libidos. Speculations of the effects of increased libido aside, a great many things were harder to do with their size - though Gilda had to admit it wasn't entirely bad. Her scones had become even more popular than they were with the pink pony's new recipe, ever since she swapped out the cream in the batter for one cheaper and more frequently available. But, between her newer size hindering her ability to make her scones, and the difficulty in finding clothes for her huge size, she didn't think the ability to use breast milk in her scones made up for enough. She was swiftly knocked from her memories by her grandfather barging into the bathroom, as a chill ran down Gilda's spine from the implications. "Time's up! Let's go!" Grabbing her by the scruff of her neck, the old griff carried his granddaughter to the front door and dropped her there. "WHAT?! I can't go the whole day naked! At least give me some clothes before fully chucking me out!" Rolling his eyes, Grampa Gruff walked back into her room before swiftly walking out with a couple pieces of fabric, and shoved her and the clothes out the door and bolted it shut before she had a chance to react. Squeaking in embarrassment she covered herself, before remembering that Gruff had stuffed clothes outdoors with her. Blushing and growling in embarrassment and anger, she gazed upon the clothes he had passed her, or the lack thereof - an old tube top of hers that she bought after being dosed at the party, but had simply not fully fit after the second dose, as well as a skimpy red thong. Barely anything, but with it being all she had, she struggled to get them on. The small size of both pieces of clothing made it difficult and very jiggly, but soon she had them on in a way that was at least passable for the day it was. A bit of her areola was visible beneath the bottom edge of her tube top, and her thong dug into her hips, sliding themselves higher and higher up and showing a prominent cameltoe in the fabric. Her plush ass ate the string in the back of it, only enough to cover her pussy and that was it. Through her tube top her nipples were extremely visible, and overall she was as good as naked anyways - and likely soon would be both practically and literally, feeling how thin the fabric was. All it would take would be the claws of a dedicated griffon, and the fabric would be as good as ribbons, and in a similar form as well. Taking stock of her situation and realizing just how screwed she would be, literally, if she simply stayed here stuck in reflection, Gilda darted off to the shadows of the alleys across the street from her home, beginning a day she wouldn't ever forget... Author's Note So this is the beginning of a story that came about from a conversation I had with Ebony Stallion recently, of a concept he had and shelved years ago. Let's see where it leads, as it'll be a journey for all of us as I try to spread my wings again and write after years away. Criticism is welcome. See something wrong? Want to say you like the idea? You think I'm a fat lazy piece of shit that needs to die? Go right ahead and tell me in the comments. And yes, I will be looking for an editor for this soon, but it's late and I need to upload this before I shelve it and never look at it again.
And Then There Were TwoDarting from alley to alley, Gilda struggled to move fast while remaining silent. Cursing her jiggly body, and her skimpy clothes, she had to stop every now and again to readjust her tube top back over her nipples, and twice had to stop her thong from giving her a wedgie. Occasionally taking glaces out onto the main roads as she darted about, some of her worst fears of the day were coming to light. Whenever a griffoness had been caught, they were almost instantly in the center of a gangbang with multiple males pinning them down or bouncing them on their cocks. What surprised her more, though, is just how much the female griffons seemed to be enjoying it. She even saw Gabby in the middle of one of the piles, completely naked and bouncing away, her tits spraying milk as they bounced around, moaning and screaming for more. It certainly surprised Gilda, but also made her a lot hotter under the collar than she ever expected it would. She'd never given much thought to if she way a voyeur before, but she realized she may just be turning into one at the rate this day was going. Reaching another intersection, Gilda once again looked around to ensure the coast was clear before darting across the street into the next darkened walkway. Leaning against a wall to catch her breath, her ears picked up the sound of struggling and groaning. Instantly alert, it took her a moment more to realize that it was only the sounds of a female groaning, and she didn't hear any accompanying slapping that she'd expect from a male griff pounding away at another griffoness. Sneakily glancing around the corner, she saw another female struggling with their top. Realizing as she turned around, Greta was having major trouble tying her top over her hulking breasts, bigger than even Gilda's own pair. A top that tied in the front was what she was struggling to put on, barely able to wrap her arms around it while not crushing her own breasts in the process. Milk was dribbling from her nipples as she tried, as she became more and more frustrated at her lack of ability to tie it. Walking around the corner quietly and sneaking up to Greta, Gilda tapped her on the shoulder. Greta jumped and almost squawked before clamping a hand around her own beak, she turned rapidly around to face Gilda as her untied top fell to the ground once more. Seeing it was just another griffoness, Greta visibly relaxed, her shoulders drooping in relief as she breathed heavily. Facing the newcomer, she looked at her incredulously and with slight but noticeable anger at being surprised as such. "What the hell Gilda?! Did you forget what would have happened if I used my claws?" Staring at the impossibly busty griffoness, Gilda took a moment to answer as she really took in her mutual friend's size for the first time since everyone grew. "Well, the grunting you were making from trying to tie your top on didn't really help your case. Any male coming by would have heard it, be thankful it was just me. Now, do you want some help with that top or what dweeb?" Greta blushed at the revelation of not being as quiet as she assumed, looking off to the side as her face burned in a blush. After a moment she nodded, kneeling down to grab her tie top that had fallen to the ground and passing it to Gilda. Taking it in her hands, Gilda leaned forward to pass it fully around her back, her own tube top-covered tits smooshing into the topless griffoness' breasts. Both griffonesses were blushing by this point, and as Gilda finished looping the top around to where it could be tied, she took the moment to give Greta a grope. Greta moaned as her boob was squeezed, a bead of milk dripping out of her nipple from the extra pressure, the blush on her face intensifying. Now mildly irritated, she gave a silent evil eye to Gilda who took the hint and finished tying the top on the other griffoness, the top squishing into them to stay tied due to its small size. "Geez, and I thought my tits leaked milk a lot. You could practically stock a dairy farm with this!" Greta took a step back and calmed her breath, the blush on her cheeks fading away as she did. "Look, since we're both stuck out here and are obviously trying to avoid being bred, our best chances are probably to stick together. You know, safety in numbers and all." "Agreed. It's likely best we stick to the alleys as well, the shadows will help keep us disguised from any griff that takes to the air." To this Greta nodded, and began to walk off down the alleys with a quiet "Let's go, then." Gilda fell into step beside her new companion, before realizing that her bottom was only covered in a practically identical red thong to her own. Gilda ran her finger along the seam of it before giving Greta's ass a squeeze, making the griffoness moan and shudder from the feeling. Greta took the chance for some payback, swiftly moving in front of Gilda and giving her twin boulders a rough grope. The squeezing meant her breasts leaked milk into her top, twin wet patches forming over the peaks of her nipples. Blushing violently, it took Gilda a moment to realize her companion had started walking - well, sashaying her wide hips - down the alley again, and she rushed to catch up. Things had just become a lot more interesting this Breeding Day, that could never be denied.
Less and Less LuckThe two griffons walked along, topless and cum-covered, but still intent on making it through the day without being knocked up. However, the craziness of the day was taking its toll, becoming more and more noticeable as they made it through the day. Not only were they stuck topless and coated with cum that they didn't have a spot to wash it out at, they found themselves not really minding it. Not that they'd intentionally go topless anywhere if they had the choice, but they didn't mind it anywhere near as much as they felt they should have. However, what was dominating their though process, was the need to avoid being seen, as the two hyper griffonesses snuck their way through the alleys by the shadows of the buildings, trying to avoid being spotted from the main streets or the skies by the roving bands of males intent to pump them full of seed and claim their wombs - a fate neither griffoness desired. Gilda and Greta had followed the alleys like their lives depended on it for so long, but they found themselves at a major street with no cover for a large distance, with backtracking not an option due to the trail of cum they were dripping from their last encounter with the group who 'kindly' relieved them of their tops. Glancing back and forth, left and right, the two took their chances and dashed across, hugging the walls on the other side once they got there and catching their breaths. Gilda found her eyes travelling down to Greta's heaving tits as her fellow griffoness struggled to catch her breath over the adrenaline, staring at their giant form for longer than any dweeb would be able to survive saying. Dragging her eyes away from their milky forms eventually, they looked to each other and nodded before moving along. However, that all changed seconds after they resumed, when a Griffon male dove after them and tackled them to the ground, yanking them into the smaller space between two shops. "Looks like I found myself the grandest of prizes! Two bitches to stuff full~" the male said, his volume low to not attract any more attention so he could keep his catch. "You two will make fine mothers to my chicks, with how big your tits are~." The male fondled their tits, squirting some milk out of them as the two kept from squawking in fear and surprise. Gilda took a moment to get her thoughts back together again, before she tackled the male and sat on his chest, pinning him down. Greta sat on his legs, while Gilda stared menacingly at him. "You're not fucking us today fuckboy, just because you got the drop on us. You'd better back off or we'll knock you out." Laughing softly, the griff called her bluff. "All it'd take is one screech and every griff in the area would close in on this area. You've got no grounds there to be making demands. But if you're so insistent on me not fucking your wombs full, you better have a damn good suggestion, and you better have it fast." Greta pulled Gilda in and whispered in her ear for a few moments, Gilda's blush strengthening again somewhat, nodding periodically throughout Greta's suggestion. "How's about we give you a titfuck, and a makeout session between us over your cock?" Nodding his head to their idea, the two slowly slid off of him and moved to either side of his body, pulling down his shorts and revealing what he was smuggling in there. A huge cock sprang up, one that'd reach all the way through even their huge tits, as it squirted a bit of pre as it bobbed up in the air. Stunned for a moment at his size, the two moved on with their plan before he began to have second thoughts. Smothering his pillar under a mountain of titflesh, they bounced and stroked their milkbags over his pole. The male reached out and caressed their asses as they worked, rubbing circles with each hand on the closest cheek to him. After a few rubs he slapped them, just as they leaned in to kiss each other over his cock for the first time. The surprise from the slap made them moan into the kiss with their eyes wide, but they simply melted into each other's beaks and took it in stride - yet another thing neither of them would have ever done mere months ago. Still rubbing their breasts over his cock and taking turns sucking him off before kissing again, the unnamed male maintained rhythmic rubbing and slapping of their asses, only occasionally breaking his pace to keep things interesting. "Oh girls, your tits feel so smooth and good~ Keep it up and I'll cum soon~" the male cooed at them, as the two doubled their efforts to hurry and make him cum so they could keep moving on. A few more rubs and licks, and as they kissed again he came. Thick as glue and twice as sticky, his cum painted their chins, necks, and the top of their tits, barely sliding at all before seeming to seal itself onto their heads and funbags, making them look like four slutty glazed and cream-filled donuts. However, the male growled and slapped their asses again harder, angered. "I said take your time, and you two sprint to the finish! The deal's off, I'm breeding you two!" Trying to grab them from his position as the two girls sprang up to flee from the angered male, his claws raked their thongs and shredded them, leaving them completely bare as they bolted away before the griff could stand up. Cursing his luck of only getting their clothing, the griff looked to the shredded and soaked thongs in his claws before taking a deep sniff, remembering that scent before stuffing them in his pockets and flying off. A few alleys and one less line of sight later, the two girls finally slowed and caught their breaths once more, their glazed tits heaving and dripping milk like crazy. "Oooh that was too close, thank all we chose that position and not another one, letting us get up and move quick like that," panted out an exhausted Gilda. It was at that point she looked over Greta, noticing her lack of any garments at all. "Uhh, Greta? You're kind of missing - EEP!" A sudden breeze that worked its way between their legs alerted them both to their lack of underwear, as they quickly covered their pussies with their talons. "Shit, shit shit shit shit! How the hell did he manage to grab those!" panicked Greta, unsure how to handle her full nudity beyond her scarf. Gilda held her in place and slapped her in the face once, shocking Greta enough to not have a noisy nervous breakdown in the middle of the alleyway and attract undue attention. Taking another moment to catch her breath and calm herself down some, Gilda took the time to speak. "Get ahold of yourself girl! Do you want to give ourselves away to every male in the city with that noise! You're wearing more than me right now!" she exclamed softly as she pointed to Greta's scarf that she was still wearing. "Now, get a grip on yourself! Besides, we found ourselves in a stroke of luck. We found out about our... Situation, right next to a clothing store. They're going to be boarded up for the day, but let's see if there's something in there that might just fit us." And with that, the two griffonesses walked into the store Gilda noticed and closed the doors up behind them, missing the group of males that flew in to check out the ruckus from the alley by only seconds. But neither was prepared for what they'd find inside the store... Author's Note Another chapter down, and another piece of clothing for the girls gone. What replacements might they find in the store, and what else might they do in there while killing time? Find out in the next chapter.
The Flight ContinuesGilda and her new companion continued to flee through the alleyways, bolting through the less shadowy areas and sticking to the dark as best they could. This was made more difficult due to their size, both having been double-dosed and were consequentially huge. Panting as they leaned against a wall after their latest sprint across a street, Greta finally spoke after they caught their breath. "I... I need a moment to sit down. These girls aren't the easiest to sprint with..." She wheezed out while hefting one tit up, which Gilda couldn't help but stare at as it bounced and jiggled back against her companion's chest. Noticing it had her attention, Greta couldn't help but bounce it a couple more times, giving a little show for her friend before they both realized what they were doing and looked away from each other with a blush. "A break for a moment does sound good. Let's go just a bit further, there's a spot in the next alley I know we could sit and rest at for a few minutes before moving on. Follow me, I'll get us there." Pushing off the wall and taking the lead, Gilda resumed the way with Greta following, finding the small area shortly after. A more open part of the alleys, it was a restaraunt that had opened its back lot into a sort of rear patio area. More open and not as much shade, but certainly enough nooks and crannies to hide in while catching their breath. Slinking into the shadows by a planter, the two sat down and began to rest, sitting silently while listening for any griffs who might come looking for girls to breed. Sitting next to each other, Gilda couldn't help but to keep looking at Greta out of the corner of her eyes, and at one point it seemed Greta was doing the same to her. Glancing at her heaving, milky tits, looking over her wide hips, and noticing just how much her plush ass squishes out as it molds itself to the floor they were sitting on. Greta's own small thong was practically devoured by her wide hips and huge ass, a cameltoe highly visible in the front - much the same as Gilda's was doing. What really caught Gilda's interest was that it even seemed rather damp, like Greta was enjoying this. Reaching over and giving one of her giant tits a grope and lift, she felt just how heavy and full of milk her companion's tits were - just as Greta did the same to her own. However, before they could get any further, three male griffs landed in the opening, staring at the two. The first one stepped forward and leered at them, a huge bulge visible in his shorts. "Hey boys, looks like we found two girls here waiting to be bred. What say we show them a fun time?" Gilda and Greta, at this point practically terrified from being found, were sweating bullets as the three talked about all they would do to the two. At that moment though, Gilda had an idea, and took a gamble. "Wait! If... If we show you three a good enough time, will you let us go?" This made the three pause and think, looking among each other as they gave her offer some thought. "Well, what exactly do you have in mind slut?" Turning to Greta, who at this point was just scared and somewhat confused, Gilda whispered in her ear her idea. A huge blush roared out over Greta's face, but she did agree to the idea with a nod. Standing and walking over to the three, Gilda gazed over the size of the bulges in each of the three's pants. The lead griff had the biggest bulge by far, but that didn't make the other two's bulges any less impressive. Looking upon the rest of the three's bodies, it almost seemed like the two followers were twins, looking so similar. Stripping their tops and placing them to the side, Gilda and Greta each rested their bare tits on the leader's arms, as Gilda finally revealed her idea. "I want you to lie down on the ground and free that cock up big boy, while your friends here stay on either side of you. Those two get a titfuck and oral, while you get the privilege of getting your dick sandwiched between our butts." Gilda and Greta wiggled their thong-devouring asses in sync to accentuate her point, as they continued to grind their tits into his arms. The three took a second to think it over, looking to each other before nodding. "Deal. But no funny business, or we'll stuff your slutty pussies up with our seed before you can squawk." The leader freed himself from the griffonesses, as all three stripped their shorts off. The leader lied himself on the ground, with Gilda and Greta squatting beside him, their thong-covered asses smooshing into his huge tool. The remaining two stepped in front of the griffonesses, their cocks seeking the pillowy embrace of their titanic tits. Starting to grind on his tool, the two took the remaining male's cocks between them and started rubbing their tits on the shafts, giving the tips of the cocks a little lick or kiss with each stroke of their breasts. None of them were quiet, moans ringing out from the unorthodox orgy in the alley. The two standing males each grabbed the hair feathers of their titfuckers, pushing their beaks farther and farther down on the cocks with each stroke, as the alpha on the bottom thrust his cock in sync with the girls's huge asses. Roaring in pleasure the two smaller males unleashed their orgasms, enough cum globbing out that neither Gilda nor Greta could drink it all, a large amount splashing out into their tits and faces. Stepping back as their orgasms ended, the power bottom began to pound into their ass cheeks faster and faster, making the freshly-painted girls have to practically jump to rub his cock in sync. A few more moments of this and the alpha came himself, ropes of cum squirting out of his cock and streaking down onto the two girl's backs and wings, coating them white with his thick sticky cum. However, he wasn't done with them yet. "I'm changing the deal some. You two also need to let me fuck your tits, or I'm squawking and letting every griff know there's two bimbos right here to be knocked up." The two girls glowered in betrayal at this, but knew they had no leverage. Turning around and presenting their painted tits to him by docking each other while looking at him, he swiftly thrust his raging erection between the twin pairs of tits. Giving the two girl's asses a spank each, they yelped but took the hint and began licking his cock as it thrust through their pillows, lubing it up even further than his own spunk had. Each of the girls were somewhat disgusted by the super-salty taste of his cum, but, and neither girl would admit it, there was a small part of each that really enjoyed the taste of the cum - and that part almost seemed to be growing. Growing close to his next orgasm, the alpha gripped their hair feathers again and pushed their heads together, making them make out over his cock. As the girls made out, his cock tightened up before nutting over their fat tits again, coating their tits, necks, shoulders, and lower faces with a super thick load of cum, the globs mixing in with their feathers and fur and making a huge mess of their bodies. Eventually his orgasm tapered out as the two were nearing painted, Greta having a streak of cum sealing one eye shut while Gilda's hair feathers were slicked back from a new and unexpected dose of gel. Letting the two step back and take stock of themselves, the trio of griffs pulled their pants back on. "A deal is a deal, we won't let anyone know of this. But, if you're caught again, then all bets are off. By the way, I hope you two sluts enjoy our parting gifts!" The three flew off again in search of another griffoness to breed, as Gilda and Greta took the moment to regain their breath as they stared at each other, blushes on their faces. Greta scooped the cum covering her eye up with her hand and almost without thinking put it in her mouth, before freezing and blushing more when she realized what she was doing. However, regardless of how embarrassed she may have been by it, it didn't stop her, as she scooped some more cum off of her neck and drank that. Gilda found herself doing the same, scooping cum out of her hair feathers and drinking it, the salty taste of the cum surprisingly welcome. After a few moments of this, the two decided they had scooped off all the cum they could, even if their bodies were still quite visibly and undoubtedly painted with cum. Helping each other stand up, the two turned to where they left their tops. However, the parting words of the alpha griff rang through their minds as they saw how they were left, "Enjoy our parting gifts!" And what a gift they had left, namely shredding the two's tops into little scraps, leaving them nothing left to cover their tits. Looking at each other with a blush that seemed to never leave their face, they both realized this meant they'd be fleeing topless now. Sighing in resignation, Gilda spoke first. "Well, it seems all that trouble to tie your top was for nothing anyways. Well, other than giving me someone to talk to who's not intent on knocking a family into me..." "Seems like it. Well, there's nothing we can do about that, we'll just have to move on." Greta turned and began to walk down the alley again, Gilda following suit. Each of their tits, now they didn't have a top to tie them down, bounced and jiggled, leaking milk as they went, but both of them quickly realized that they didn't actually mind the feeling much. What dominated their minds, however, is just what would become of them, as this day got crazier and crazier... Author's Note And with that, the first major sex scene. It won't be the last. Also, new (cropped) story cover provided by Ebony Stallion, the same one who provided the original inspiration to this fic.
Update (19/03/2020)Just letting you all know that this story isn't abandoned, it's just being slow to write. The next chapter is nearing halfway done, I'm going to make an effort to have it finished by the end of this month. Thanks for sticking around, and I hope you all have enjoyed the story so far!
