The apartment of Radiophonic 'Telly' Telegraphica was, in a word, cozy. Not that anypony on a DPD officer's salary could afford rent on a huge apartment - special deals notwithstanding - nor would they usually want to. Not if they wanted somewhere even mildly convenient to live.

Telly herself had the place done up as best she could, and a specially prepared bottle with two glasses sat outside on the living room table. Her mane was being brushed through, dressed in a suitably suggestive white nightgown - she didn't need much flair for what was going to happen later, but it didn't hurt to show off a little...

A hard rap of knocks sounded from outside, muffled behind her bedroom door. She yelled her acknowledgement, excitement clear on her lips. Her magic opened the door before she was even halfway across the room.

"Well g'evenin miss. You can call me Officer Hotpants." The griffon on the other side greeted her with a distinctive drawl. Sykes wore a rather 'minimalist' take of his usual uniform, without the usual tools and things weighing on it, a cut down jacket worn open, and a pair shorts that showed off way more than it covered. He naturally stood a head above most stallions, and the sight of the male leaning against the doorframe looking down on her made Telly's heart quicken. A bit of primal instinct that she couldn't get enough of. "Been gettin' a few calls about some kids causing noise in the area, and I've been wanting to ask a few questions...if ya don't mind?"

"Well of course, officer. I'm well acquainted. I'll be happy to help." Telly's coy smile hid a tiny laugh. They usually didn't bother with such...theatrics. And considering their very casual history the mare found herself just ever so slightly impatient. But she could wait a little longer. She turned around and looked back with a teasing wink and flick of her tail. "Would you like to come in? You must be tired. The least I could do is offer you a place to sit."

"My thanks, milady." Sykes' gaze glanced down more than enough times than was polite following Telly into her home, but he was still professional enough to close (and lock) the door behind him first. "You live here alone, miss? Seems a mite...dangerous."

"I can take care of myself just fine." A more playful smirk took over Telly's features as she poured two glasses of drink she'd specially prepared before. Part of her didn't mind the extra bit of anticipation. It was just like...warming up. "Something to drink, officer? What would you like to know about those...troublemakers?"

She graced back across the rug to the couch where Sykes chose to sit, arms and legs spread across the frame, and leaving little to the imagination. She held both glasses in her magic, passing one over as she sat on one of his broad thighs, her other hoof feeling the muscular contours under his chest feathers.

"Forget those thugs for a moment." The griffon plucked the glass out of the air as his other talon pulled her closer to his chest, and ran it down the back of her form, getting a good feel of where it stopped on her hindquarters. "A beautiful mare like yerself shouldn' be spending a beautiful night like this alone. Perhaps I could keep you company...? Just to be safe, 'course."

"How could I resist an offer from such a strong," Telly's hoof trailed downwards, taking its time down the winding bumps of griffon musculature before patting the bulging seam of the zip on his shorts. "masculine, griff such as yourself. I should thank you." Her own glass moved forward to clink against his, the signal to finally begin.

"Jus' one thing first Tel." Sykes coughed, breaking character. "You're sure these are safe, right? Nothing permanent?"

"Don't worry, Taxi's got some mysterious sources but you know she's reliable." Telly assured her friend-with-plenty-of-benefits. "And no matter what Zebra potions still have a half life. Things will be back to normal by morning latest. It's made for couples trying to conceive, plus a little extra something for me - but we don't need to worry about that. Just think of it as a glass of wine."

Telly moved the glass of deep red liquid toward her lips and Sykes did the same - albeit downing the volume much quicker in a single gulp. A light shiver passed as the alcohol-enhanced alchemy went into his system.

"Doesn't waste any time, does it?" He exhaled. Tightness grew tighter in his pants as Sykes' mind strayed far. The mare's body took to the concoction just as fast, her face already tinged red from the increased bloodflow to...everywhere.

"Nope! Just as well, I was dying to get out of this." She flicked the hem of Sykes' jacket. "And with clothes as revealing as this you might as well not be wearing anything at all."

"You almost sound like Taxi." The griffon joked as the mare climbed off him and headed towards the bedroom. "If she were here I'm sure we'd have gotten started with the clothes still on."

"If she were here we wouldn't even have had time to get a drink." Telly put a not-unnoticeable sway to her hips and tail flagged high as she moved. Not that the griffon needed any help getting a clearer view. "Now are you coming in or what?" she called over her shoulder.

"Oh you bet I am." Sykes was a piece of poetry in motion, with how he disrobed while following the mare into her bedroom. A uniform, tie, and shorts still took longer to remove than the straps of a nightgown regardless.

By the time he entered Telly was already lying on her back on the edge of her modestly sized bed, legs spread, marehood on display. He swooped down on her like a hungry carnivore, his griffon anatomy having shown its interest in its own respective prey.

"Gotta make sure everything still fits..." He reached down with a talon and teasingly raked a claw at her entrance, the sharp sensation making her jump with the sound of her flesh reacting as a damp plip.

"It hasn't been that long." Telly's horn lit up, the sound of wood sliding against wood as she brought out a bottle of personal lubricant from the nightstand. "But if you need it ..."

"Nah, don't think I do. You're plenty wet already. Jus need to stretch things out."

"I hope that means what-oh Celestia mmpf!" Her words cut short when Sykes drove his digit in to the base, while nipping at the oh-so-sensitive spot in the crook of her neck. The tiny sparks of pain only augmented the pleasure of feeling Sykes' feeling up her insides.

"A little bit more..." The feeling of fullness wiggling around in Telly's groin doubled as another digit was nudged past her vaginal opening. She grunted at the mild pain, body involuntarily clamping down in mixed pleasure with arousal. It wasn't that he was being particularly rough, more that compared to her Sykes was simply just...big.

"So," Telly's wince didn't go unnoticed behind her heavy breathing. She looked up to find the larger griffon laying partially on his side by her, his remaining forelimb pinning one of her arms to the mattress. "think you can fit one more?"

A nod was all the reply Sykes needed to insert a third talon. The soft moans from the mare under him all the encouragement he needed to keep going. The scent of horny mare in the air was alien to his senses, yet so very appealing.

His own member was half unsheathed - the pinkish tapered rod twitched in anticipation, each breath drawing attention to how heavy it all looked, the full sac behind filling Telly's mind with images and fantasies about how they would soon feel slapping against her, filling her. Who would've known the centuries old phrase of 'split apart on a Griffon's spear' would become something to be turned on by?

Telly wouldn't let her bed partner do all the work, and so her magic worked more applying a shifting field of telekinetic force to Sykes' groin. The sensation of tingling soft vibration simultaneously fondling his balls and tickling his shaft was enough to slip it out fully. No words needed to be said, they were ready and eager to get going. The griffon rolled over the mare, breaking her concentration by pinning her hooves to the bed under his talons, and glanced down to line up with her cunt before thrusting forward.

"Ooh Telly, it's been too long." he moaned.

The unicorn's sphincter clenched against the invading cock partway in - the wider flesh near his base was a girth larger than a few claws could make. Though different from a canine's knot, griffon anatomy was still referred to as such. Sykes wasted no time getting straight to work like a sculptor chiseling stone, the smooth slick walls of Telly's vagina would ease up with time, and no shortage of effort.

"Ooh...keep going..." A hint of a dazed smile formed on the mare as Sykes rammed again and again into her quivering pussy. Lightning bolts of sensation shot through her spine and with her forelegs restrained all she could do was try and pull the griffon's hips down towards hers. That, and her magic, but her knowledge of spells was rather limited for bedroom use.

"As yer wish." The larger griffon's grunts sent bursts of warm breath over Telly, his own quick and short movements giving way to longer and deeper ones.

Their mutual moaning and panting continued for a while longer, the sensation of the pony's innermost muscles clenching and gripping at the griffon's sizeable throbbing meat working them both towards their own orgasms. Sykes had just began to bottom out with his balls smacking against her thighs when Telly let out a sustained moan, quivering in a full-bodied shiver as she had her first orgasm for the night.

His own movements quickened, eager to get to his own end. Some hard thrusts grinding Telly's hips into the mattress meant Sykes soon found him shooting his own load inside her.

He didn't have time to enjoy the feeling of his Griffon seed spilling out though. A series of quick taps on his limb brought his attention back from the highs of stimulation. He pulled out.

"Somethin' wrong?" Concern was evident on his face, Sykes was no marvel of a Griffon specimen but even his size proved too huge at times for some ponies. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"N-no, you're fine." Telly brought a now freed hoof down towards her forehead. "I just feel a little weird all over..."

Sykes held his position on top but gave the wincing unicorn a moment to recover. He took his eyes off her for just a moment but when he next looked he could swear that Telly looked slightly different in the dim light.

"Alright. It's gone. Now where..." Telly's voice trailed off. Something was amiss. "...is-is that...my voice?"

"Telly? How'd you make your voice lower like that?" He lowered his hips to sit when something long, soft, and warm brushed past his own shaft against his thigh. It pulsed. "Did you...oh."

"What-oh Celestia!" Telly exclaimed. What was going to be a gasp of shock turned into a barely stifled moan of pleasure at the realisation of what changed with Telly's body looking down. "Oh goddamnit Taxi..."

Between the unicorn's legs now stood the proud and familiar equipment of a stallion. Specifically, a stallion's cock pressed into the feathers of the Griffon atop it.

"I...wasn't expecting that." Sykes stood frozen hunched over as he was above the now-stallion. The sight of the green unicorn's second horn glistening moist and leaking pre was undoubtedly a surprise. As was the pool of combined bodily fluids that how soaked the sheets below Telly's crotch. "Do...do ya still wanna continue?"

He shifted and elicited another twitch from the erect cock as it brushed against his own. Telly looked confused - as much as one can be on a magically driven lust.

"I'm still too turned on to be mad or anything else right now." Telly grumbled. It may have been a few octaves deeper, but her - his? She was still a mare where it counted - voice held the same quirks and inflections it usually did. "You...don't mind?"

"It won't last the night anyways. Why stop?" He shrugged. "S'not like it's a new thing to me..."

"Wait, what? Are you saying-"

"Look Telly, do you wanna keep fuckin' or not?" Sykes breathed. "You ain't the only one who's too horny to think straight."

A moment's pause was all it took, all it needed. Telly nodded. "I don't know about you but I don't feel like I need a break."

"Gettin' better, but I'm still spent." The griffon looked around, an idea slowly forming, before reaching over to the nightstand. "Get off fer a second..."

Telly wordlessly did as he - it was true to some extent - was told and stood aside watching, and slightly squirming, as Sykes tossed over the bottle of lube and leaned against the bed, legs splayed and tail raised.

"Never been one to let an opportunity go to waste." He looked over his shoulder, giving the unicorn a wink. "Well?"

"You're just lucky gay stuff is one of my favourite kinks." The stallion muttered. A swift application of magic got both requisite parts lubed up and stepped on the mattress to mount the griffon.

The feeling of putting his forelegs around another's waist and chest brushing against his back unlocked some deep instinct in Telly magically granted by the potion. His hips began thrusting with a mind of its own and it took a few tries before it found its mark, but Telly slipped in with minimal trouble.

"Ohh, that's deep!" Telly made it to the hilt in one motion, the feeling of being the one penetrating was a sensation so pleasurably alien, and definitely tighter than expected. The other's muscular ring clenched hard around his shaft, much like how a mare would. Though tighter, it was more focused than the general squeeze he was used to. Not unpleasant, simply different.

"Enjoying yourself?" The griffon cooed, clenching down on the cock sliding in and out of his rear. "Don't worry, I can take it."

Telly's first time in the traditional stallion's role was magical, but brief. Not a few minutes had passed before the unicorn's humps became erratic, then slowed, then stopped as his cock throbbed and blew a load of semen deep inside the griffon.

"Is that...is being a stallion always like that?" The temporarily ex-mare panted. It took all his remaining will to just stay on top of the larger male's back.

"About half the time." Sykes replied. He chirped at the unicorn, drawing attention to his own shaft now leaking clear precum. "Now there's still the matter of me an' mine..."

"Oh I know just the thing." The bottle of lube made a reappearance in Telly's magic grip. "Lie down?"

The duo changed positions once again and found themselves in a mirror of their first round. Telly straddled Sykes' hips as he lay on his back, the griffon cock poised at the entrance to the unicorn's ass. He tested the heft and weight, feeling the curves and ridges of the spear. Feeling it slide slick between his cheeks and grind against his hole.

"Yer ass is still as amazin' as ever, Telly." The griffon's claws grasped and kneaded at the pony's rear, guiding their motion. "...nervous?"

"A little...ah, screw it." In one smooth motion Telly raised up and lowered himself anus first onto the tip of Sykes' rod. The experience wasn't too different from the usual way, but - oh, stars - was it tight! It felt like barely any made it in before the pony's anal sphincter felt stretched to the limit.

"Aah...you're huge..." He whined through strained teeth. Pain was expected, it was present, and eventually enough of his hole was stretched that the other male's member began to press and grind against a certain sensitive spot inside him. It was a burst of pleasure, of need, of hunger. Telly wanted more.

"Take yer time..." The griffon reassured him with a pat on the flanks. Slowly, surely, Telly forced more and more of the cock inside till all of it was in him. Uncomfortable as it was, the leaking half erection the stallion sported was clear sign of his want to continue.

Just as quickly the unicorn went up at the same snail's pace, eyes screwed shut, entirely focused on the feeling of fullness receding, the easing pain-pleasure as it slid out, and most especially the feeling of emptiness left behind.

Telly repeated the motions - surely at first, then picked up the pace. Faster and faster they moved, hips crashing together with wet slaps as the pony chased the fleeting pleasure ever higher, ever deeper. The mattress springs strained again with their movements as Sykes pushed up and Telly forced down, momentum reflecting and carrying through to the next movement. And through it all, Telly's stallion cock grew stiff and twitched with every thrust, leaking more and more pre.

But even zebra sex potion fueled streaks have their limit. Pants and moans grew louder once again and breathing grew labored. With a groaned cry, the griffon slammed the pony's hips down down as hard as he could, pushing him all the way to the hilt. As the tight throbbing of Sykes' orgasm shot streaks of warmth into him, Telly shifted and rubbed his prostate against the base of the bulbous cock. The stallion's own member throbbed and dribbled short streams of cum soon after, most of it already spent filling Sykes' ass.

They would stay there for a few moments more, enjoying the momentary afterglow - though they could feel the potion working it's magic still, winding their bodies up for another round - whenever they felt like it.

"...ha, it's only just past midnight." Telly turned to glance at the nearby clock, before looking back down at the griffon. "You know, I just might ask Taxi for this again on purpose next time."

"Enjoying being the fairer sex for a while?" Sykes mused. The air smelled of sweat and fluids of both kinds. "We still got all night..."

'Ah, shit.'

The single thought was all Taxi had as she finished the first of her stack of pancakes. While pancakes for dinner because there was literally nothing else around is a sad enough event by itself, this was not the reason for her mental realization. Hindsight being the perfect regret machine it is, her memory pinpointed the exact cause and process leading to the uncomfortable warmth spreading form her lower abdomen.

After receiving her favour from Telly, the mare went through her web of contacts to a Zebra alchemist that produced tinctures and potions for any occasion. Unfortunately, the stallion ran out of different colourful bottles and wound up giving her three nearly identical ones. Two were a 'marital aid' that Telly asked for, while the last one was a fully functional - though temporary gender change potion that she'd planned for a rather elaborate prank on Hardy.

Which, upon her return to the Bunker, Taxi immediately moved to disguise by transferring it's contents to another bottle that would blend in with the place now that most of the previous occupants' unused...items were moved out. A bottle that just so happened to look just like the one Limerence left behind on the counter where he made their meal.

"Does anypony else feel a little strange...?" Hard Boiled said out to the table, re-applying a coating of syrup to his plate. "Nevermind, it's probably nothing."

"Your cooking's great as always, Limmy!" Swift Cuddles exclaimed, as she dug through her own stack topped with some meat that she 'found off the back of a trolley'. The Pegasus giggled as she teased the soft, fluffy pancakes with a fork. "I've never seen pancakes this soft and fluffy...and...and...is it supposed to remind me of a mare's you-know-what so easily? Because it is."

Limerence's horn glowed momentarily, his mouth curved in a worried frown. "I'm detecting effects of lowered inhibitions toward arousal and increased sensitivity to...stimulation. It's no spell, but it's like we're dosed with some kind of Love Poison, but only barely...I'm finding it rather difficult to care too much about it..."

"How in Tartarus did our food get poisoned?! Taxi do you...Taxi?" Hardy's hooves slipped in his exclamation and he dropped the syrup. He moved to try and catch it, but in doing so flipped the plate sending the food sliding off onto his lap and a generous amount of syrup over the rest of his torso.

She didn't need the Archivist's analysis to figure out what happened, the growing moist patch in her seat was evidence enough. To Taxi's honed reflexes it was like watching the stallion getting covered in slow motion. The pancakes and butter hit the pony's lap with a soft, wet, luscious smack as ropes of golden, glistening syrup landed on his coat, oozing down in viscous rivulets. A chill ran up her spine, and something clenched.

"Oh! Sir, let me get that off you before it sticks..."

"How clumsy of you, detective. How you've got yourself all dirty..."

"It's alright you two, I-ack, Swift?! Stop licking me! Last thing I want is feeling your meat shredders on my-Lim, that's close enough, you don't gotta lean in so much just to-mmf!"

It was too late. As soon as it happened Swift leaned down to trail her tongue over Hardy's hoof and foreleg, licking up the golden syrup like a cat does milk. Meanwhile Limerence leaned over and lit up his magic - though she couldn't see it's direct effects -the unicorn's hoof placed very high up on the Earth Pony's inner thigh was a good indication.

Swift had since moved to straddle Hardy's leg, her family's history with the Vivarium showing in the posture of how she sat on his thigh, hoof trailing circles up his shirt gathering syrup as she leaned in to agonizingly slowly lick up the side of his face, syrup-coated hoof reaching to cup his chin. Limerence had a similar idea, hoof now squarely reaching for some things right between Hardy's legs, magic still alight and simultaneously undoing his shirt buttons and knot of his tie. The unicorn's eyes were closed with muzzle buried into a heated nip in the crook of his neck, nostrils flared as he inhaled.

The scene was unfolding before her and she would be too slow to stop it. If she wanted to...after all, they'd have all night.

And this was when Taxi knew, she fucked up.

Author's Note

This one was a request, with some modifcations on the premise to become more 'familiar' territory. I couldn't resist the little bit of humour at the end, though.