Trade negotiations can be fun too
Author's Note
I said I had more stories in the works. Here's one of them. Strangely took over 2 years. Anyways, this is unnecessarily long, almost completely porn, and practice. I feel it might have got a bit long winded and stretched. You decide.
I'd appreciate it if you leave constructive criticism so I can do better in the future.
Trade negotiations can be fun too
“Is that the human?” A Yellow mare with a white mane, Sunshine, whispers to her sister, Cloudy Skies.
“Yeah. She’s the one I was telling you about.” The white mare with a yellow mane whispers back.
The two were currently watching the resident human go shopping.
“She’s so cute. It’s such a shame what happened.” Said Sunshine.
“I know, they say that she’s delusional. She has to see a therapist that was appointed by the princess herself.”
“What? Why would the princess personally assign anything to anything?”
“Because she’s the only one of her kind here, and the official Equestrian diplomat to Germaney and Griffonstone.”
“Really?”
They continue to watch the woman as she walks into a store to purchase, what they assume is, fruit. As she is no longer in their sights, they raise their voices to a normal speaking level.
“Why’s she wearing clothes? She got somewhere important to go? Why not just go naked like the rest of us?”
“You see, humans are furless, featherless, hairless, and scaleless. They wear clothing to keep themselves warm and shield them from the sun. They apparently always wear them. At least according to her.”
“Wow.” Sunshine says in awe. “How do you know so much about them?”
“She was interviewed by the princesses and nobility a few days after she magically appeared. The notes taken were released in a book. If you ever took the time to head to the library, you’d probably find it. It’s what’s ‘in’ right now.”
“You’re just using this to get me into your library again, aren’t you?” Sunshine huffed.
“If you want, I can lend you the book next time we meet. Wait look.” The white mare pointed to the store. “She’s coming out with … is that meat?”
Both blanched at the sight and decided to look away as it unsettled them.
“I read that humans were omnivores, but I didn’t think that was true. Or at least, that it wasn’t necessary.”
“Anything else you got on the human?”
“Weeeeellll.” Cloudy Skies stops to think.
“I heard that the reason she appeared was because Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were trying to summon Princess Twilight from Ponyville with a new spell. Though, I don’t know if that’s 100% accurate seeing as they change the topic whenever anypony brings it up. I also heard that she doesn’t go into heat, that humans can mate at anytime of the year.”
Sunshine gasps. “No … anything else?” She asked conspiratorially.
“You know, if you want to know something about someone, the best thing to do is just ask them.” Said a voice the mares didn’t recognize.
Looking towards the voice, they see the human herself. This left the mouths of the mares agape.
“Uhhh.” Said both the white and the yellow mare.
“Well?” The human questioned.
“When’s the foal due?” Sunshine asked with a nervous smile.
The woman’s face grew red but not in embarrassment. “Excuse me!” She said in anger.
Thinking on her hooves Sunshine says “I mean, because you’re so tall and your teats are so big without you being fat, I just assumed you were either pregnant or already had a foal. OWWW.” Sunshine had just been kicked under the table by her sister. When looking at her, she received a death glare.
“What?” Sunshine asks. She then turns back to the human. “How old is it OWW.” She got another kick.
Cloudy Skies grabbed her sister by the shoulder and pulled her a so she was facing away from the human.
“I told you, she lost her foal when she was teleported here. She claims she never had one, but being that tall and with teats that big it’s undoubtable. That’s why the princess has her talking to a therapist.” Cloudy whispers to her sister.
“Ohhh. I get it.”
“Still here and can still hear you. I was never pregnant. Never had a kid.”
“Suure. OK. Well, my name is Cloudy Skies and this is my sister Sunshine.”
They both extend their hands waiting for a shake.
“Names Rachel.” She doesn’t shake their hands. Instead. She shows them that they’re currently holding heavy bags of groceries. To which the mares put their hands down.
Cloudy Skies clears her throat. “Well, uhhh. I really like your clothes. I’ve never seen clothing that completely covers the chest and waist. Where did you get them?”
“The clothes store. I had them tailored at some place in Canterlot.”
Sunshine looks down and sees something that raises an actual question. “What are those?” She points to the woman’s feet.
“Shoes.”
“Why are they shaped like that? Is that a fashion statement?”
Rachel shakes her head.
“No, that’s just how feet are shaped.”
“What are … feet?”
“I’d show you, but I’d have to take off my shoes and socks, and I’d rather not put my groceries down. Anything else?”
“No. But, you’ll uhh, have to show me sometime.” Sunshine says awkwardly. Sweat dripping down her brow.
“Oookaaay.” Rachel says. “Bye.” She quickly walks away.
On her way home, Rachel heard many more whispers about her. The poor unfortunate human, who was separated from her foal when she was ripped into this world.
She was sick of it. No matter how many times she tells everyone, ponies, griffons, yaks, dragons, minotaurs, they think she’s just so distraught at losing her child that she’s pretending not to have had one in the first place.
In their defense, the females of this world are somewhat small and flat chested until they get pregnant, where their breasts fill with milk. Humans are strange in that they are the only species to grow breasts (and sometimes produce milk) without ever becoming pregnant. Even cows don’t have udders or produce milk without either being pregnant or nursing a calf. Given this bit of information, no one believed her when she told them that.
To make matters worse for the human, the creatures here don’t wear clothes unless they’re of a higher class or attending a special event. Their clothing usually consists of togas that don’t cover their chests or waist. After all, their cutie marks always need to be on display, and all are flat chested unless with child, so they never developed a need to hold breasts to reduce back pain, which led to them being constantly covered and is possibly the reason for breasts being considered something sexual.
It creates a taboo of seeing them which turns them into something sexual. If everyone were to walk naked, within a few weeks people would stop getting aroused by the sight of a nude human. Just like how sexual preference and activity can be altered by society.
Because of her constant wearing of full clothing, a lot of the creatures believe she was some sort of royal or important person back home.
Both attributes make her the perfect diplomat for Equestria.
She seems of a higher class because of her clothes, so royals believe her to be on their level. The fact that she fluently speaks German helping too, as you don’t usually speak a second language here unless you’re someone important. She knew getting a degree in German wasn’t a waste of her time. Finally, her having breasts and being the only one of her kind. The diplomats and royals from that country feel bad for her.
*1St person*
I walked into my apartment complex and up the many flights of stairs before reaching my room. It’s a rather small apartment. It has one bedroom, one bathroom, and a small living space mixed with a kitchen.
When walking in, I noticed that the carpet that covered the apartments floor had just been steam cleaned.
“I’m home. Anybody here?”
There was a call from the bedroom. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a second.” The voice was from my ‘coltfriend’ Dozy Drops. He usually doesn’t talk much.
Funnily enough, Dozy is the brother of my therapist, who was walking out of the room, wiping her mouth. The small mare has robin blue fur and a long dark grey mane with a thought bubble cutie mark.
“Hi Dysthymia. What’re you doing here?” Knowing full well she lives here with me.
I walked up and gave the nude mare a hug and a kiss. Dysthymia is also in somewhat of a relationship with me, mostly that she engages in sexual intercourse with Dozy and I.
In Equestria, mares can only get pregnant during heat season, so incest isn’t illegal. It’s considered strange, but it’s not illegal. Something that I am very happy about, mostly because I’m into that shit.
After putting the groceries away, my coltfriend stepped out of the bedroom yawning. He’s tall, dark blue, and has a short purple mane with a bunch of Z’s as a cutie mark. He’s also very muscular and well-endowed, not just for a stallion.
He’s a mattress sales stallion. His size definitely helping with sales during demonstrations.
He walks over to me, grabs me by the waist and pulls me into a kiss.
It’s a light kiss that only lasts a few seconds and we let go of each other. Dozy then trudges back into the bedroom most likely to go back to sleep.
“Let’s just have our session now and get it over with.” Dysthymia said. To which I responded with a nodded and walked over to a couch in the middle of the living space.
“Just give me a minute.”
I took that minute to take off my shoes then socks, both followed by my pants and shirt. Then off came my bra and underwear.
“Much better.” I said as I clenched and unclenched my toes on the cleaned carpet. There’s nothing like the feeling of bare feet against a freshly steam cleaned carpet. There’s also nothing like the feeling of air against my bare breasts and between my thighs. Both combined is pure bliss. Could do without the back pain though, otherwise I’d just go braless everywhere.
I laid on my back on the couch, Dysthymia lying on top of me, resting her head on my breast. This always made the mare comfortable.
When a pony lies their head across a mare’s breast, they generally feel a sense of calming as it reminds them of when they were foals. Dysthymia being no different. This was also a common position for therapists seeing mares who had breasts. Something about comforting the mare and feeling like their child is on them.
I put my arm around my therapists back while using my other hand to pet her head affectionately. I occasionally scratch behind her ears.
“Are you sure you were never a mother?” She coos. “Lying on you reminds me of mine.”
“Never even been pregnant before.” I tell her while combing the mare’s hair between my fingers.
She moves her hand to my crotch and runs her fingers through my pubic hair.
“You’re getting kind of shaggy down here.” She says with a smile.
“I can shave it if you’d like.”
“No, I like the way it feels.” She says while tangling her fingers in the hair. “And I know Dozy likes to rub his dick on it.”
I give her head a kiss.
“I guess we should start now.” She says. “So how was your day?”
***
About an hour later, we were done with my ‘therapy session’ and we were reading together.
I was reading an old favorite of mine, ‘The Last Unicorn.’ One of the few things to come to Equestria with me. None of the ponies I know seem to like the book. I think they just don’t like the title. Every time I mention it, they get all teary eyed; some cry.
While the mare still using my breast as a pillow was reading ‘Of Mice and Mares.’
The mare occasionally sucks on my nipples. It’s probably a Pavlovian response. She’s resting her head on my breasts, like she did with her mother. Her mother would usually be breastfeeding her when she was doing that so it’s only a natural and unconscious action. Nothing worth reprimanding her about. Besides, I have sex with her regularly, why should I care if she gets a little mouthy with my nipps, or as Dysthymia calls them, nippy tippys. Dozy refers to them as titty tips. I’m not gonna stifle their creativity.
She occasionally pushes my nipple back into my areola, to be engulfed by my breasts sulcus. A sulcus basically being a wrinkle on anything. Though when referring to the female breast, it’s usually used as a term referring to the area between the areola and nipple. It’s the thing that covers innie nipples. The more you know.
She occasionally gives me a hard suck which can be painful. I forgive her though. She doesn’t mean it.
We would have continued this quiet time of skinship and bonding, but it was interrupted by a sensation I felt at my feet.
It was Dozy. He was kissing my feet and moving his wet, warm tongue between my toes. Guess he wants sex.
I have a strange relationship with my little ponies.
When they first saw my feet, as with every other species, they were intrigued. Then when they found out how sensitive they were, they automatically decided that they were some sex thing. I did read somewhere that some women can be sexually stimulated by having their feet played with; didn’t think I was one of them. Should have guessed though because of how sensitive and ticklish mine were.
Unfortunately, because of them constantly trying to initiate sex with me through kissing, licking, massaging, or playing with my feet, they sort of became a sexual thing. It’s another Pavlovian response. Sex proceeding my feet being messed with too many times has just caused the involuntary response of getting hot and wet. I hope this doesn’t become a fetish thing. What the hell am I saying, it practically is already.
I’d like to note a foot fetish is when someone is attracted to other people’s feet, this is different. Just letting you know so you don’t think I’m the weird one in this relationship. They’re the weird ones who instantly thought ‘those are weird and new, lets suck on those and see what happens.’ I’m not weird. I don’t have a foot fetish.
I think you’ve figured this out already, but I’d like to point out that they are little (anthro) ponies. Me being 5-foot 5-inches, the average stallion is eye level with my chin, while the mares are eye level with my chest. That is, until they become pregnant. Once they get a bun in their oven it’s like they enter second puberty. Their breasts grow, and they become about as tall as me.
On a side note, Dozy is 5-foot 10 inches which is six inches taller than the average stallion. He’s bigger than most stallions in many ways. Dysthymia is 4-foot 5-inches, four inches shorter than the average mare.
But enough of all this, I have a stallion to attend to.
“Hey hun. You wanna have some fun?” I move my feet out of his grasp and onto his cock. I begin to slowly stroke it with the soles of my feet, occasionally grasping his balls with my toes. Sometimes I get fancy and stroke his cock with his shaft between my toes. Soon, I move to his tip, making tiny circles with my toes, covering it in his pre. He gives a satisfied grunt; I move my feet away. I spread my legs propping one over the couch and one on the floor, completely exposing myself to him.
He stands up straight, letting me take in the sight of his erect penis. God, I love that seven-inch, white and pink mottled piece of meat.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He nods. “So how’d ya wanna do it?” He points at me and rolls his wrist. “Ah. On my stomach.” He nods.
I lightly tap Dysthymia on the head to get her attention.
“Hey, I’m rolling over.” She simply nods her head.
I roll over in a way that I’m on top of her, our breasts docking. Well … our nipps are rubbing and that’s what matters.
She puts a bookmark in her book and drops it to the ground. She wraps her arms and legs around my body and gives me a light peck on the lips.
I can hear Dozy rummaging around for something.
“Uhhh. We’re out of lube.” Fuck.
“Well, I guess you gotta come over here then.” He walks over to the other side of the couch where my face is.
We all know what happens when we run out of lube. The blowjob express rolls into town. Choo Choo.
After taking a few seconds to salivate, I open my mouth and take a few deep breaths before he sticks his, almost six-inch in girth, cock in my mouth.
Ugh, my jaw’s already sore.
I just lay on my ‘close friend’ as her brother slowly begins to thrust his cock in my mouth. Every thrust coating his dick in more saliva and his salty pre.
Each thrust going deeper and deeper until I could feel it near my throat. I take a lick or give him a small suck every couple seconds to encourage him.
His thrusting began to pick up speed, as he has most of his shaft in my mouth. Now he’s grabbed my head and fucking my mouth so hard he’s going far into my throat, causing me to gag and have some problems breathing.
It kind of hurts.
He makes a few more deep, hard thrusts before he finally popped out of my mouth.
“That should be enough.” And I was right about to start humming too. Guys like that, or so I’m told.
Dozy had moved behind me and positioned himself at my entrance. Not like my upper front entrance or my back entrance, but my lower front entrance. Well, I mean. He put his dick in my pussy lips but hadn’t penetrated my vagina yet. Euphemisms can be hard sometimes.
“Come on.” I grind into him.
Instead, he backed up and grabbed my hips.
“Woah.” He pulled my body up, taking Dysthymia with me.
I wouldn’t say my current position is uncomfortable. But I do have to hold up my front with my hands and endure Dysthymia’s weight and now increased grip on me.
I guess Dozy wants to do it wheelbarrow style.
“Hey Dozy, you gonna get to fucking me sometime today? AHHHH”
Literally the second I asked him the question, he rammed himself inside me.
“A little warning would have been nice.” I turn to look at him, he just shrugs his shoulders in response. What a dick. Don’t be like him unless the girl wants you to do that. Total dick move.
He gets a firmer grip on my legs before he starts to slam into me, making it harder to hold myself up. Not a patient bone in his body.
“Can you go a little slower?” I hate that I still need to direct him sometimes. Just that ponies don’t have sex the same way humans do. They do it more often, and don’t last too long. Or have proper technique.
Every guy thinks it’s a race, but you know what, you gotta think about the bitch you’re sticking your cock in too. She might want to have fun and feel good. But seriously, a slow, steady rhythm is good for a start, something Dozy has yet to learn without needing to be reminded. Notice how I emphasized rhythm, erratic thrusts for a good bang does not make. At least this is how it is for a lot of girls. So just remember, when they say it’s not about size but how you use it, that’s basically how it really is. Oh, and girth is better than length. I should be a sex coach instead of a diplomat.
But where was I? Oh, Dozy fucking up at fucking me.
“Dude, remember? Slowly with … oh you just want to bang one out before work.”
He nods and grunts to that.
*Sigh*
“Well don’t let me stop you.” When he’s done, Dysthymia’s gonna have to help me get off.
Don’t get me wrong, I can feel him pumping in me, but it just doesn’t feel erotic or sexual in the slightest at times. I try to train him, but sometimes he just can’t help it and I’m just kind of left as a pocket pussy. Some girls like that, but I don’t.
Unfortunately for most mares, that’s how most stallions are. Did I mention how high the rate of homosexuality between females is in this society? That has almost nothing to do with the fact that almost all stallions join the guard when they grow up. Besides, I’m determined to not become one of those mares, which involves teaching my stallion how to properly get me off.
I’m brought out of my thoughts when I start to hear his labored breathing and I feel his thrusts becoming more spastic. Now it’s feeling kind of good mostly because I mentally prepared myself and started to get into it.
But it’s nothing mind-blowing. It’s not like he’s doing this for me. If he was, like he is a lot of the time, he would be starting slowly with more rhythm. Letting me feel every vein and imperfection of his thick cock as it slowly stretched and filled me until I feel his tip against the opening of my womb and his huge balls resting against my ass or clit (depending on position). He would slowly pull out, my insides grasping at him, trying to keep him inside me. Then he would push himself back inside torturously slowly.
While doing this, depending on the position, he would simultaneously be sucking on my breasts, flicking my nipple with his tongue every few seconds. His hands would lightly touch and roam my body, moving from the underside of my breasts to my waist. He would heft my legs over his shoulders and I would wrap them around his neck. He would switch between kissing my breasts and my legs while occasionally nibbling on my neck or ear.
His sister would begin servicing my mouth. She would always start by lightly dragging her tongue across my lips before I allowed it entrance. Her tongue would explore the hot insides of my maw, running over and feeling all it could. She would find my tongue and begin to lightly pet it before we begin our dance circling, rubbing, and sucking on each other.
She would move my head to her lap, allowing me to take in the scent and feel of her wet slit. Her warm, furry hands would roam my body much like her brothers, but unlike her brother she went everywhere. My breasts, to my arms, to my hips, to my feet. Her fingers would lightly trail around my flesh, tickling me with her nails.
Dysthymia would then move on top of me, allowing me access to her wet lips. I would slowly move my tongue around her outer lips before plunging inside, occasionally leaving to flick her clit or suck on her labia. Every few flicks, I would run my tongue along her perineum to her butt, then back again.
The world is dark, but I hear the sounds of Dozy’s wet flesh smacking against mine, and I can hear the siblings kissing. Moaning into each other’s mouths and saying various swears as I bring both of them, the two people I care about most in this world, closer to orgasm.
I would spend what felt like hours receiving and giving pleasure to and from these two. With the feeling of his long, hard, and thick cock stretching me, his and her hands dancing around my skin. The sensation of his huge balls slapping against my body, causing me to clench tighter against him. And the scent and taste of her juices and orgasm. All of this to bring me to a state of euphoria.
He would eventually begin to speed up. Becoming erratic, his breathing becomes deeper. She begins to moan loudly into his mouth and move her hands to grab my feet which previously were resting on the back of Dozy’s head. She would pull my feet towards her, allowing her brother to push himself deeper inside me as I feel his tip flare. She begins to shiver as she unleashes her ejaculate on me as I drink in her sweet ambrosia. I suddenly feel my womb grow hotter as my stallion jams himself as far as possible inside me and unleashes a torrent of his thick seed inside me.
His flared cock would begin to pulse and twitch inside me. The feeling of his thick seed moving, sloshing around inside me as he continues to dump as much of his essence inside as possible. The feeling bringing me to my own climax as I clamp down on his shaft, massaging it as my body begins to shiver and shake uncontrollably. My toes spreading and clenching, grabbing a hold of Dysthymia’s fingers. He stays inside me for a few moments longer, then pulls himself out, leaving me gaping and grasping at nothing while his cum floods out of me.
I’m left gasping for air, trying to catch my breath as I knew what would come next.
Dysthymia would bend down and begin to clean me, lapping up her brothers cum. I could feel her wet tongue slip inside me and scoop out as much as she could. When she was done with me, she would give my vulva a kiss and move to her brother, then pop his still flared cock in her mouth and slowly clean it. She would gently suck on his tip trying to coax out more, before she would move off and kiss me. Sharing our flavors with each other.
We would continue for hours without pause or break, just changing positions and who’s doing what.
It is very sensual and personal, the opposite of what’s happening now. Speaking of which, he just jammed himself in me and came only a small amount and began dragging himself out of me before slamming himself back inside. Ow. I can feel him twitching and flaring and releasing his sperm into me. Though there’s no emotion. It was just something done, not out of love, but because he needed some release before he left for work.
As he finished, he slowly dragged his cock out, making a wet popping sound and leaving me feeling empty. He set me down, got up, and went to clean himself off then leave for work. But his sister Dysthymia made her move. She got out from under me and moved so her head was in between my legs. She propped my butt up and she began the usual process of cleaning me out.
This time, she used her hands to scoop what she could out of me. She licked her fingers clean and gave my lips a quick kiss before moving to my butt and giving it a lovingly long lick. Pressing her tongue against my tightest hole. She turned me onto my back and hoisted my legs behind my head.
Dysthymia ran her tongue along my lower lips, nibbling my cleft, sucking my labia. Her fingers began to run along my inner thighs and moved to my slit. She slowly began to shove her fingers inside me. She doesn’t stop until all of her finger are completely inside me and turns her wrist upside down. Her thumb rolls around my clit as she slightly curls her fingers.
The mare knows exactly where my g-spot is and begins to furiously rub it from inside my vagina. The intense clitoral and g-spot stimulation instantly has me shuddering and soaking wet. Screaming and moaning in pure ecstasy. Begging her to keep going. She starts using her other hand to rub the top of my pelvis, combing her fingers through my pubic hair and looking for her hand that’s inside me. Once she finds it, she begins to push and rub against it.
My orgasm quickly begins to build, I’m almost there, I can feel my muscles begin to tense and my breathing labored. The pleasure becoming more and more intense, but then she stops. I let out a high-pitched whine at the sudden lack of sensation. She gets up, lets my legs down. and places her left knee against my swollen pussy and she places hers on my knee. Turns out lesbians don’t really scissor with their vaginas touching. At least that’s what I learned from my experience.
We both rub our legs against each other. I can feel her wet slit against my knee, and she can feel mine on hers. Her knee is mashing against my opening and rubbing against my clit sending waves of pleasure up my spine. Before long, her rubbing has picked up pace and she lets loose a loud moan before cumming on me. Like stallions, mares don’t last very long but can be improved. Though unlike a stallion, a mare almost always makes sure her partner gets off.
She continues to rub me, and I can feel myself building again. My breath becomes labored and I begin to let out one moan after another. She silences me with her mouth, forcing me to take quicker, heavier breaths through my nose. I finally feel my sweet release as my muscles begin to spasm. My legs quiver, my toes grab the couch, my fingers roughly grab my mares sides as I ride out my orgasm.
As it ends, Dysthymia lays down on top of me, resting her head on my breast. She takes my nipple back into her mouth and begins to suckle.
“Thanks for that.” I tell her, out of breath, as I begin to stroke her mane.
“I never leave a mare hanging.” She says, giving me a big smile.
We bask in the afterglow of our orgasms for about an hour. We hear a knock on the door.
I stand up on shaky legs, not even bothering to cover myself. These ponies don’t why should I when it’s not freezing or the sun isn’t burning? I walk towards and open my door to see the head mare herself, Princess Celestia.
A mare that I’m sure is around 8 feet tall. The epitome of beauty, at least in this world, despite her height, or because of it. She has an extremely slim waist but wide hips. Her breasts, the size of watermelons. Her eyes shone of both wisdom and love to all. She is currently wearing her usual attire; a thin cloth bikini top and a see-through cloth around her waist that has, what I call, a tongue hanging down to her knees and between her legs. The garments covering nothing, giving the world a look at her tasty pink nipples and large balls and sheath. Alicorns got both sets. She’s of course wearing her gold crown and necklace along with her gold horse shoes and a few bracelets.
Next to her is a griffon. A male to be specifically. It’s easy to tell when they’re not wearing clothes because like stallions, their sheath and balls are on full display. He’s white with grey feathers on his head and wings. He has some brown spots here and there. His eyes are a nice blue. He’s the average size of a stallion, as are most creatures here so he’s shorter than me and wearing a red sash around his midsection. Do I need to mention his ball size? He’s got average size for a griffons. So, like a bit larger than a humans. Pretty standard size for all creatures here actually. Being that they’re around the size of humans, some smaller and some larger.
“Oh my. I’m not interrupting anything am I?” The princess says with a knowing look.
I look at myself and see that I’m covered in sweat, my hair’s a mess, and my crotch is soaked.
The griffon seemed to take notice of this as well. I could tell because his eyes were roaming my body, while mine landed on a piece of him that wanted to make itself known. I can’t help but giggle causing him to realize a special part of him came out to say hi; he covered himself with his hands. His entire face was red, indicating his embarrassment.
Remember when I said ponies had sex more often here. It’s more casual and something usually done between friends and family, but it’s still a private matter. Seeing a stallion outside with an erection is commonplace, it’s something ignored and socially acceptable to have as long as you aren’t trying to bring attention to it. Griffons are a bit different, their society is almost the same, as are all societies on this planet, but an erection being seen by someone who isn’t family or friends or out in the open is embarrassing. Possibly because the females do have the ability to get pregnant outside of heat, just an extremely low chance. It’s basically going up to a female and saying, ‘you want me to impregnate you?’ The girl will most likely laugh you off, a blow to a mans pride if ever there was one.
I’ve seen a variety of genitalia, male and female among the various diplomats and politicians from other countries. I’ve seen a multitude of erections too. Diplomats here really know how to throw an orgy. Not that I’d know, I’ve never really stuck around for those. But I did hear that they can be quiet exhilarating. So far, the only one’s I’ve had sex with on this planet are Dozy and Dysthymia … and a minotaur general … a griffin baker, a Zebra diplomat, a couple of changelings, the dragon down the street, my masseuse, a schoolcolt when I was giving a sex ed demonstration at that school, a few other diplomats, it wasn’t an orgy just simple trade negotiations, and Celestia. Maybe Luna, but I was dreaming and don’t know if that counts as real sex.
To be perfectly honest with you, Celestia has got an awesome body. Unfortunately, she’s kind of like a stallion when she gets into bed. Kind of selfish, but I can tell she does try. I’m sure if she took a few days off to rest she’d be able to hold out longer without just passing out or leaving.
“We’ll have none of that now.” Celestia says as she uses her magic to move his hands. “If you’re going to be spending the next year here, you need to grow accustomed to our rules.” She turns to me. “What is it you humans say?”
“When in Rome, do as the Romans?” Reason why I’m more OK with the whole having sex with family and roommates thing. When going to a foreign land, you should change your ways to reflect their culture while there. They shouldn’t change for you. If we ended up on Earth somehow, I’d expect the creatures that came back with me to wear clothes and act less like a bunch of nymphos. “Did you say something about him staying here?”
She smiles.
“Yes to both. I am assigning you to help him learn about our society. He’s the son of a diplomat from Griffonstone. He turned 18 last week. As both a diplomat and foreigner yourself, I thought you would be the best teacher. I presume you have no objections.” Looks like I got a new roommate. And you know what we do with roommates here.
“Nope. Welcome aboard uhhh. What’s his name?”
“Grey. After my feathers because it’s uncommon to have so much grey on a griffon.” He responded and extended his claw. His face was still bright red, and his other hand was at his side twitching. He was obviously still embarrassed and wanted to cover himself, but he was trying to do what Celestia told him.
I shake his claw. “Wow. You’re so soft, and smooth.” He starts feeling around my arm with both claws. Something a lot of creatures I meet do. They really are curious and love the feeling of smooth skin, so I’m used to it.
“I’ll need you to show him around the city and take him with you when you travel to a city or township within Equestria.”
“You got it boss.” I give a salute. Oh, seems like Grey’s exploring my body a bit more.
“Wow. Soft. Smooth.” Still on about that I see.
“You’ve been around griffons before, I’m sure you know how to properly take care of one. If not, then I wonder just what exactly you’re doing during our United Equis talks. Well, wonder what you’re doing besides having sex with most of the diplomats.”
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll just need to buy some more AHHH.” Grey had grabbed my breasts and was currently squeezing and fondling them.
“Even softer.” He looked up at me, while I looked down on him. “Do you have any kids?”
Celestia gives a little snort when she hears that.
“No. Never have, probably never will.”
“Then why do you have teats?” Right, something I’ll always need to explain.
“Because human females grow them when they hit puberty. It’s not something to do with pregnancy, though that can make them bigger, but the woman’s genetics. Hope that helps.”
“I … guess.” He lets go of my body. Hey, he didn’t seem to question it like most do.
“Now why don’t we come inside instead of just staying in the doorway.” I gesture into my home.
“Oh, no thank you. I have an appointment later and I can’t be late. Maybe next time, and maybe on that next time we can have a little fun with your herd.” Princess Celestia says. Not really a herd considering it’s just me, my stallion, and his sister. She leans into my ear and says, “he’s a virgin, show him the ropes.” She winks at me then saunters away down the hall, flicking her tail with each step. It’s rather uncommon for someone to be over the age of 13 and still a virgin in this world. I better make his first time amazing.
Grey walks inside … and begins rubbing my body again.
“Who was that?” Called out Dysthymia.
“That was Celestia, and she was here to drop off Grey here. He’s going to be staying with us for awhile.”
“Well, next time you see Celestia, give her my regards.” She’s worked with Equestrian royalty enough to be casual around and when talking about them. Dysthymia was actually the mare that joined me during my first ‘encounter’ with Celestia.
“Will, mmmffff, do.” Grey’s claw went through my pubes while his other went through my hair.
“Why are these two so different? The hair on your head is so soft, but the hair down here is so rough.”
“Because my species is part gorilla.”
“Wuh … what?” He looks horribly confused.
It’s true, but I can see how this caused him to become incredibly confused. Especially considering he only vaguely has an idea of what I am.
“Forget it. Now, what do you want to do? I know you just got here, so maybe you want something to eat.”
Dysthymia takes this moment to walk up to us and say “I don’t think he wants to eat anything. But I do think he wants us to eat something.” She points to his still erect dick and taps it with a finger.
Ever the eloquent one isn’t she. I guess she sort of made sense, but she, like me, has to get better at euphemisms and innuendos.
She grabs his hand and pulls him into the bedroom. I know where this is going. Not a minute inside the house and he’s already getting laid. They grow up so fast.
I follow them into the bedroom and see Dysthymia sitting on the bed with Grey, just holding hands at the moment. Their fingers intertwined. She’s sitting to his right, so I move to sit on his left. I lean to her and whisper, “he’s a virgin. Make it special.”
The instant I lean back though, she’s sucking on his face.
You ever see an anthro pony make out with an anthro bird thing? FYI, it looks as weird as you think it does.
But seeing as his mouth is occupied, might as well dig in.
I reach for his penis, which is red like a dog penis with the knot but has some small ‘barbs’ around the area above the knot. The ‘barbs’ not actually being barbs but more like bumps. If they had barbs like cats do, then sex would be too painful with them. The second my hand grasps it though, “Ahhh.” He came, cum shooting out of his tip like a geyser, covering my hand and my freshly cleaned carpet.
Well that didn’t last real fucking long.
I lick his salty cum off my hand. “Why don’t we pick this up in a few minutes. I assume your dicks gonna be really sensitive for awhile.” I look back to his face which is, quiet cutely, morphed into a combination of shame and horror.
Premature ejaculation is no joke guys. Well, it’s no joke for those who suffer from it.
I stand up and walk out of the room and to our fridge. I look back to see Dysthymia comforting the poor griffon with a hug. One hand on his back, the other lightly stroking his balls. Probably to make sure he at least felt some pleasure. Must have been a real blow to his pride for that to happen.
Once I open the fridge I realize that I have yet to eat since breakfast. I take out a fish and begin to properly filet, season and cook it. I do put on an apron before dropping it on the stove though; can’t let the oil burn my skin. While frying it I take a few bites of some fruit.
It seems my cooking has caught the nose of a certain griffon as he is no longer sulking on the bed, but watching me cook with an intense stare on his face.
Griffons don’t eat cooked meat, just to let you know. They eat it raw. This is either completely foreign to him, or he doesn’t like it.
“Can I have some of that?” Or I’m completely wrong and have no idea what I’m talking about. Go figure.
“Yeah, let me just get you a plate.” I say while taking my apron off. Once we have our pieces of the fish on our plates, and we’re sitting at the table, we dig in … and another knock at the door. “Dys, you get it.”
I hear her open the door and “you got a visitor. Some zebra here wearing an indigo sash. There’s also that dragon from down the street wearing a green sash.”
Oh, it’s them. Last I heard they really hit it off when I introduced them. “Let them in.” I hear Dysthymia let them in and seemingly engage in light conversation with them.
Grey and I start to scarf our food down. We finish by the time our guests are in our sights.
“Hello Rachel.” Came the jovial voice of the overweight Zebra diplomat, clad in just a purple sash. “I hear Celestia has given you a charge.” He looks over at Grey with a smile.
“You heard right Fahim.” I reply.
I know what he wants. Aodhan is with him. Aodhan being our neighbor, a yellow dragon, and a diplomat from the … Dragon Lands? Whatever it’s called. I also heard Dragon Lord Ember is quite the beauty. Aodhan, like all dragons, only has a genital slit. His cock and balls are internal.
Both of them have a proclivity for creatures of other species than theirs. Especially strange ones. I assume they’re here because they want to go a round with Grey and I.
Both possibly hoping for Dysthymia and Dozy to join them. I’ve told the two about them before. They would join of course, if Dozy was here.
“Where is Dozy?” Aodhan says in a questioning tone with his deep voice.
“At work.” Dysthymia replies.
“Oh.” Came the disappointed response from our guests.
“Let’s get right to it. You’re here to bang. No use wasting precious time with polite conversation. Let’s just get right to it.” Fahim and Aodhan perk up at that.
“While I am here for maybe some bedtime fun, I was also coming to meet what I assume will be the new diplomat of Griffinstone. Maybe talk some trade deals with you as well. But those can wait, especially seeing as he’s yet to be broken in yet.” Fahim asked.
“Why waste time, let’s just do our negotiations during. So, bed or couch. Take your pick.” I looked to Grey who seemed nervous. Don’t worry, I got you. “But first, can you both go out and get us some more lube?” Both nod and take their leave.
I stand up and walk to Grey. I take his hand and pull him out of his seat and lead him to our couch where we both sit down.
Dysthymia goes to our bathroom to take a quick shower before the guys get back.
I place a hand on Grey’s shoulder and the other on his upper-inner thigh. Every time I rub my hand along him I can feel his balls brush my knuckles and I could feel his muscles tense. I move so my leg is stretched out behind his back and I guide his body so it’s laying on me as I rest against the couches arm. I loosely wrap my legs around him and place his head on my breast.
“Listen. I know you’re nervous. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s completely fine. If you don’t want to join us, then don’t. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I think I’ll be fine.” He replies with a slight gasp. “This is really comfortable. Are you sure you weren’t a mother at some point.”
*Sigh*
“No. Never was.” I begin to comb my fingers through the feathers on his head. “I’ve just always been like this.”
We lie there for a few minutes before he speaks up again. “Are there any more of you?”
“Honey, there is only one of me.”
“I mean any more-”
“I know what you meant. I was just messing with you. And no, I’m the only human here. My species isn’t from this planet and I have no idea how I got here.”
“What about having offspring?”
“If there are no other humans then it isn’t possible.” I reply.
“But I’ve heard of other species having offspring together. I think they use magic.”
Never knew that.
“If that’s true and it works with me too, then I don’t see myself not having children in the future. Though that’s some time away for me.”
We spend the rest of our time waiting in silence. His head resting against my breast, my hand petting his head while the other rubs his high.
I hear Dysthymia leaving the shower at about the same time as the other two returned. Dysthymia answers the door again.
“We’re back.” Shouted Fahim.
“Splendid.” I reply. “Where to?”
“The bed.” Said Aodhan.
I lift Grey off me and stand up. I then motion for the group to go into the bedroom. Though I do tap Grey on the head and say, “don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with doing. And don’t let anyone pressure you into anything. Join us only if you want to, not from a feeling obligation.” To which he nods his head, and I respond by giving his sheath a gentle squeeze, causing him to jump.
I follow the group into the bedroom and see Dysthymia already lying on her back with Aodhan snaking his longue tongue into her pussy.
Fahim is standing back and watching with extreme interest while applying lube to his hardening cock. His is just like any other zebra’s. It’s black, shaped like a ponie’s, and the size of the average pony. Big balls though.
I walk up to him and wrap my hand around his hard member with a semi-tight grip and begin working his shaft. My hand, despite my grip, gliding along his cock instead of tugging it. I could hear the wet sound made from jerking him and the sound of Dysthymia moaning from Aodhan’s tongue.
“Shall the negotiations begin?” I ask with a smirk.
While using one hand to stroke Fahim’s shaft, I bring my other hand to his hefty balls. Fahim’s breathing picks up as I fondle his balls, feeling each one individually and rolling my fingers on them.
“Yes. Lets.” He gasps. “First order of business …. Trade between Giraffrica and Equestria. The grain price … has increased. Our King … has demanded an explanation. Ngh. Or he’ll increase prices on our … our spices.”
I get on my knees as to bring my tongue to his cock and give it a long lick from balls to tip, then seal my lips around the tip and tickle it with my tongue. The more I lick him, the more strawberry flavored lube I collect on my tongue. I briefly take my mouth from his cock.
“There’s been a drought.” I say, giving his cock another long lick. “The farmers require larger compensation to make up for the losses.” I replace my mouth on his shaft.
Soon I begin to bob my head in rhythm with my hands. The sound of me sucking on his cock filling my ears only to be joined by the sounds of Dysthymias cries of pleasure.
Fahim places his hand on the back of my head, to which I respond by letting go of his shaft. He guides my head up and down, giving the occasional thrust. His thrust shoving his cock down my throat, making me gag.
“I’ll notify the King. Mph. This surely won’t change his mind, but he’ll be more reasonable.”
Soon he grabs my head with both his hands and begins to thrust as fast as possible. This makes me gag even more as his thick shaft fills my throat, leaving the salty taste of his pre and the strawberry lube on my tongue.
“AHHH!” He cries before thrusting his cock as far as it could go down my throat and unleashing a torrent of his warm seed into my stomach. I begin to hum, turning my throat into a vibrator. He stays like that, cock down my throat and dumping his cum into me for a minute. I slowly begin to gasp for breath as my lungs begin to burn from a lack of oxygen. Before my vision begins to fade, he slowly dragging his dick out of my mouth, allowing me to breath.
Once out of my mouth, he briefly wipes his warm meat across my face, letting me take in the scent of my spit, his cum, and the lube. Soon my face is wet and covered with white splotches of whatever I didn’t swallow. I give him one more brief, playful suck to make sure I got everything. I gulp down as much air as I could possibly get so my breathing will become more even.
“Thank’s for understanding. Now about those potions books you’re king refuses to lend. Princess Celestia is willing to lend out our magic scrolls in exchange.”
I begin to stand up but feel a pat on my head. I turn to whoever did that and see Grey. Cock in my face and a sheepish smile on his. I give his dick a brief kiss before standing up and grabbing his hands.
“But what use would we have for magic scrolls? We, like Earth ponies, cannot perform magic.”
“But, like Earth ponies, you can make wonderous potions and connect with nature. I’m sure a better understanding of magic would be greatly beneficial to furthering your countries development in potions and agriculture.”
I drag Grey to the bed where Dysthymia is taking a break from being eaten out to return the favor, much to the drake’s delight. His pleasure evident from his hand on her head, his tongue hanging out and his labored breathing. I take pleasure in the sight, and sounds, of the mare’s head bobbing up and down the dragons red, knotted, ribbed cock. Fahim follows closely behind me.
“An interesting argument. I’ll have to bring it up with our King. I cannot guarantee he’ll agree. But I’m sure trading more gems would make him more receptive. We could exchange gold, say … 12 pounds of gems per ounce of gold.”
“Make it 10 pounds of gems per ounce and you have a deal.”
“Then it’s a deal.” We shake hands. “I’ll have the paperwork written up and mailed to you by tomorrow morning.”
I lay on my back, missionary isn’t a common position for any of these creatures, to make Grey feel special. I spread my legs and display my sopping wet pussy to anyone in the room who’s looking.
I hear the sounds of Aodhan cumming inside of Dysthymia’s throat.
The griffin moves his head towards my vulva, as I assume he thinks you always need to start off with oral. I gently grip his chin and pull he head towards mine.
“You can just put it in if you would like to.” I say to him.
“Wait.” Says Fahim as he open the bottle of lube. He squirts some onto his hand and liberally applies some to the young griffins cock. Once satisfied, he lets go and moves back towards Aodhan and Dysthymia.
Grey grips his shaft and tries to put it inside me. He misses my vagina. He tries again and, quiet painfully, hits my urethra. “OW!” Not wanting to feel that again, I move my hand to his dick, give it a few gentle strokes and ease it inside me.
“Mmmmhmm.” I hum in satisfaction as I begin to feel his shaft slowly stretch my opening.
We both let out a satisfied sigh as he bottoms out. He moves his claws to my legs and pushes them past my head. I move my hands to his butt to give it a firm squeeze, before I begin pulling him out, then pushing him back in again.
“Oooohhh. Yeah.” I say breathlessly as I take in the feeling of his cock. I can not only feel his heartbeat but I can feel each and every ‘barb’ on him.
I could briefly hear Aodhan and Fahim discussing the trade of gems in exchange for other metals and labor. The zebra’s need lots of gems for their potions and non-magic devices. They’re working with Equestria to try and figure out a longer-term solution. I should introduce them to electricity.
“Aodhan, what you’re asking for is a bit unreasonable. A pound of steel per pound of gem, and two pounds of steel for a day of labor?”
I feel the griffin fill me with his cock once more and pull out despite my pussy trying to keep him in me. The pleasure too much for him as he loses his grip on my legs and they fall to the side.
“I know that seems like much, but Dragon Lord Ember is still upset with your King after he caused that volcano’s eruption. I’m sure we can work something more reasonable out, it’s just our starting offer.”
“I know, it’s just that usually those offers give some sort of leeway.” I give Dysthymia a small kick. “Maybe we could OHHH.” I hear the sounds of some noisy slurping, presumably Dysthymia sucking on Fahim.
The slurping briefly stops and is replaced by the sound of wet smacking. I look over Grey’s should and see my coltfriend's sister getting railed by Fahim. Aodhan positions himself and penetrates her ass. Boy is she gonna be sore in the morning, I can tell from her face that’s scrunched up in pain. She hates anal. But you gotta make sacrifices when keeping peace between nations.
Bringing my attention back to Grey, I stop guiding him and let him build up a steady pace. A novice, but good. I can feel him using his legs to thrust as he’s moving upwards every time.
I move a hand to his back and gently rub trace the tips of my nails on his back, making him shiver. The other hand lightly rubs his chest. I know ponies like having their chest rubbed, it makes them more aroused. Juries still out on if it works with anything else.
“You feel so …” He tries to get out before losing his breath.
“Wet? Warm? Tight?” I ask between thrusts.
“Amazing.” He manages to say.
I take his hands, which he was using to hold himself up, and move them to my chest. This, of course, causes him to lower himself onto me and pause his thrusts. I don’t mind it though, as he smothers himself with my breasts. Sticking his head between them while fondling them with both hands.
He would squeeze, pinch, and caress each of them. He would knead my sensitive flesh. Even the underside. Each interaction bringing a new tingling sensation of pleasure.
I bring one hand to his back and begin to rub again, while my other hand goes back to his butt and I begin ‘encouraging’ him to start again by lightly rubbing and pressing his tail hole. I even wrap my legs loosely around him.
He begins to thrust wildly. His balls making a wet slapping sound every time they hit me. Each slap causing me to tighten up slightly before loosening back up. His cock pulling and pushing my insides. His ‘barbs’ adding more sensation wherever they go.
I love griffin cock. It’s one of my favorites.
I briefly hear a loud smack, followed by Dysthymia screech in pleasure.
Grey looks up at my while I look at him, and we lock eyes. Both staring into each other’s eyes lovingly despite only knowing each other for 2 hours at most. I get lost in his eyes, blue like the ocean, and just as deep. I can see the love, the lust, the passion in his eyes, accentuated with each desperate thrust. I’m lost until I feel something at my feet.
Well, like something is holding my feet and thrusting their cock between them. The feeling of this slick, lubed up cock moving back and forth between my soles, tickling them and causing my toes to clench.
The shit you put up with in an orgy … or 5-some. What am I saying, this is just simple trade negotiations to foster a better relationship between our nations.
I figure out that it’s Aodhan, as Fahim crawls up to my head and places his cock and balls on my face. I guess Dysthymia needed a small break.
I can tell he’s wiped off the lube as his overwhelming musk fills my nostrils. The mere scent driving me mad with lust. I give his balls a loving suck, then he moves and positions his tip on my lips. His cock slowly parting my lips and stretching my jaw.
He restarts his face-fucking from earlier. This time though, he has more leverage. I’m starting to feel a bit overloaded.
With the feeling of Grey enjoying himself inside me, Aodhan releasing himself with my feet, and sucking on Fahim, the stimulation is too much.
The feeling of Grey’s cock filling me up and pulling out. Then there’s the feeling of Fahim’s hard, hot cock that’s sliding down my throat. Then the flavor of his musky, sweaty, cum covered cock. And the feeling, and scent, of his balls as they slap against my face. Finally there’s Aodhan’s cock that’s tickling my soles as he thrusts between them, occasionally getting between my toes, slathering my feet with lube and cum.
“Aodhan, I feel we’ve come to a proper agreement.” He panted. “A pound of steel for two pounds of gems and one pound of steel for a day’s work.”
Just then, Aodhan picked up his pace, moving my feet faster on his dick. And typical of Aodhan, he silently cums on my feet. The only indication he did so, being that my feet feel sticky and warmer, and he stopped. I really like dragon cum, it’s some of my favorite. It’s all thick, hot, and sticky. It’s even sweet as opposed to the usual salty flavor.
“Agreed. I feel this meeting has bore much fruit. I believe my final order of business is with Ms. Rachel.”
I tap Fahim’s waist and motion for him to let me talk. He obliges and takes his cock out of my mouth.
“I think Dysthymia needs some attention.”
Fahim looks over to her. “It appears she does.” I don’t know what else is going on because his dick’s still covering my face.
I assume he agrees as he moves off me and towards her.
I’m left with only Grey using me at the moment, and his thrusting speeds up. He’s practically slamming into me. He moves his body closer onto me, smushing his body against mine.
He looks up from my breasts.
“I’m about to-”
“Inside.” I tell him, as I begin to slowly move one hand to his butt and slowly begin to lightly finger him once again after I’ve found his prostate. He pushes himself up, so he’s looming over me as he pleasures himself.
Within a few seconds he buries his cock in me, knot and all before unleashing his cum inside me. I can feel the warmth coming from his twitching cock.
Once he’s on empty, he collapses on top of me. His knot preventing him from getting out of me.
“Now … we wait.” I say while panting. It’ll take some time for his knot to stop swelling.
Grey lays his head on my breast, and we both just lay there. I casually pet his head and rub his back.
“Aodhan, I believe you had something to discuss.”
Looking over to Dysthymia again, she’s about reached her limit and so has Fahim. Both exhausted, barely able to keep up in their lotus flower position with Dysthymia’s legs on his shoulders. Fahim is barely able to lift her up and down his cock. But he keeps on trucking.
With a few more good thrusts, Fahim hilts himself inside her. He cums inside her, filling her to the point of it spilling out. I can see the cum still leaking from her ass which Aodhan had previously used.
She collapses on top of him. Similar to what Grey’s doing to me.
“I hope you’re not forgetting about me.” Says Aodhan.
“Right. Uhh. Can you give us a few minutes. You know how it is with griffins.” He nods.
We wait for minutes and his knot is still in me. “How about we just do this?” Aodhan says as he flips us so I’m on top of Grey.
He spits in his hand and strokes it onto his dick. What is he planning? He grabs one of my butt cheeks. Oh no.
Much like Dysthymia, I hate anal. But I gotta tough it out. Come on girl, you got this. Pain is but an illusion. I have my eyes clenched shut in anticipation.
I feel his cock tip on my entrance. Pain doesn’t exist. Within seconds of this it will feel good, I know this. I got this.
He rams himself inside me, I feel nothing but searing pain, causing my legs to spring me forward; pulling Grey out of my snatch and pushing Aodhan away from me.
“That worked better than I thought it would.”
“NO SHIT!” I shout while rubbing my ass. Grey also didn’t get out unscathed. His knot is looking a bit redder. Almost as if ripping it out of me caused it harm. I know this because I got a brief look at him before he grabbed his crotch in pain.
I’d say this turn of events was unexpected, but we have a dragon with us.
When the pain in my ass died down, I chanced a look at Fahim and Dysthymia. They’re currently sleeping soundly.
I crawl over to Grey.
“Sorry about that. I’ll help you feel better if you’d like.” He nods in response.
I move his claws away and begin to kiss his knot, giving the occasional lick and suck. I stick my butt in the air and wiggle it, inviting Aodhan to make use of me. An invitation he quickly accepts, as he’s almost immediately inside me; slowly sinking into my warm depths until his hips are resting against me.
Aahhhh, that hit the spot. My favorite kind of dick. The thing about dragon dick isn’t that it has a knot and tapers out, or the immense heat. What makes them so great is the ribbing on their underside. I think the only thing that could make it better is if they had external balls so I could feel them slapping against me.
I resume my first aid on Grey. I grab the bit of his dick that’s between his knot and his sheath. I then begin by softly sucking his cock while slowly swirling my tongue along the tip. I can taste his cum still squirting out. Once they knot something, they ejaculate until the knot goes back down.
I could feel Aodham slowly drag himself out of me, only to force his way back in, pushing me forward with each thrust. These thrusts making me take in more of Grey’s cock. I have to swallow frequently as to not drown in Grey’s constant spurts.
“Now Ms. Rachel, Lord Ember wishes to start a new trade with Equestria. We’d still like to continue our current trade of obsidian and amber for apples, oranges, and various other fruits. We’d like to offer volcanic ash in exchange for pillows. Say a gallon of ash per pillow and a half.”
“Mmmph.” He gives me a particularly hard thrust. I can feel he’s at his limit already and he’s barely got the steam to go on. He’s only driven to complete this deal and have his own orgasm.
I take my mouth from Grey’s cock, and he mewls in disappointment, his cock still firing small loads onto my face.
“I get the pillows, but what would we use volcanic ash for?” I give Grey’s knot a lick to help sooth it then start to suck it again.
“Well,” he says and begins to pick up speed. The feel of him going in and out and his hips slamming against me driving me closer to orgasm. I hadn’t cum once since we started this and that’s not fair. “It can be used for construction.”
“Explain.” I say in a higher than usual voice, I don’t feel I could say anymore.
“Volcanic ash increases the strength of concrete when mixed in.” He smacks my ass hard, making it redder and bringing forth more pleasure. “It. Also. Makes. It. Last. Longer.” He says between thrusts. I move my other hand to my clit and begin to rub in circles, sending jolts of pleasure to rock my body. The pleasure increased from him smacking me again.
I can barely think anymore. He’s thrusting in me so hard and fast that I can hear the squelching noises of his huge cock going through my wet pussy. I can feel Grey’s cum and my own juices leaking down my legs and splattering against the bed.
I’m getting close. I can feel my muscles begin to spasm.
“AgreeeeEEED. OH GOD!” I shout as my orgasm comes in full force. My muscles clench down as hard as they’re able and I can feel myself squirting onto my dragon friend. Though I can tell he’s not done yet.
He stops his movement, waiting for my orgasm to die down. It takes what seems like an eternity for it to end. Once it’s all over, I’m a panting, quivering mess with a griffin’s cock next to my face.
I feel the dragon begin to move again, this time ramming into me haphazardly. His only goal to use my body for his own satisfaction. He lets out an animalistic snarl and bends over while thrusting and grabs my body from behind and gives a few short thrusts before slamming himself in me in his entirety and unleashes a torrent of cum inside me, warming me up.
I can feel every twitch and spurt of that magnificent cock. I feel the hot, viscous fluid begin to fill me up and mix with the griffins thinned cum.
He pulls himself out of me quickly and grabs me, pulling my face to his cock as he jerks it and sprays whatever remained inside onto my face and chest; my mouth open to collect whatever landed inside. He pulls my mouth over his cock and I begin to suck. We do need to make sure that he’s completely dry.
I coax out a few more spurts before he pulls me off and he goes to another part of the bed to rest.
I look to see Grey, still a bit nervous. I lay on my side and expose my ass to him, spreading my cheeks and giving him a ‘come hither’ look.
He looks me over and locks his gaze to my cum covered feet. He makes his way over and begins to lick the cum of my feet. His tongue tickling my soles. Every time his tongue goes between my toes, I let out a small gasp.
Once my feet are clean, he lays behind me and sticks his cock back in my pussy, where it belongs. His knot had gone down, but it returns with a few quick thrusts.
Once his knot is stuck deep inside me, and he’s filling me with more of his cum, we both give in to exhaustion.
Sleep coming quickly, I only worry what Dozy with think when he sees this.
3rd Person
Dozy Had gotten home from work early today. He couldn’t wait to apologize to Rachel for his poor performance and show her how a stallion really does it.
He sees a light blue minotaur girl with long black hair, wearing a black sash, the shoulder strap going between her breasts which were slightly smaller than Rachels. She’s tapping her hoof impatiently while standing at his door.
“Can I help you?”
She looks over to him. “I’ve been waiting here for 20 minutes and no one’s let me in. We were supposed to be negotiating our trade routes by now.”
‘Oh, a diplomat.’ He thought. “This is my place. I’ll let you in and you can wait here for Rachel.”
She smiles at him, grateful for what he’s doing. “Thank you.” She hugs him.
He opens his door and the minotaur girl follows.
Dozy walks over to the bedroom and see the huge mess on the bed. A dragon laying on one part of the bed, a young griffin knot deep in his girlfriend while both slept. Then his sister was sleeping atop some zebra, his flared cock still plugging her pussy.
He was shocked and disappointed.
“Why did I go to work today? They could have at least waited for me to get back before starting.”
“What’s going on?” The minotaur asks while walking in. She takes in the same sight as Dozy. “Come on. Without me? What am I supposed to do while waiting for them to get up?”
Dozy walks over to her. “I have some ideas.” He says as he grasps her breasts and begins to massage them. Each squeeze squirting milk from her dark blue nipples.
“As do I. I saw a couch in the other room that’s sadly both clean and empty. Let’s fix that.” She responds. She grasps his hands and walks him to the other rooms couch.
