Unleash the Magic - Nightmare Night: Temptations and Transformations

Owlia’s pounding heart leapt in her chest as she sighted Certified Mail, who was staring up at her in an expression of utter awe from the corner of the post office building.

Her eyes locked instantly on not just him, but on the large and exquisitely rigid equine lionhood pointing up from his lap at her in what she took as an open invitation, devouring its deliciously different shape and size with her sharp eagless eyes.

At that moment, he was aroused, available… and the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. “C-M…” she called to the post office manager, reaching for him like the offered lifeline he was. “Help… me…”

She tried hard to fly towards him but her flared and incredibly aroused wings wouldn’t budge, leaving her whimpering in frustration and only able to glide unsteadily in the rapidly shifting and gusting storm winds to the cobblestone street.

The instant her hind paws touched down she scrambled hard against the wet stone road with her rear feline claws, trying desperately to get enough purchase on the hard and slippery surface to push towards him. Her efforts only met with frustration as she slipped and fell repeatedly, to her increasing agony as Certified Mail could only stare transfixed at her as she raised her head and pulled herself up again.

“So hot… so horny… can’t stand it… I need you…” she told him with a lustful growl, her tail twitching hard in extreme arousal and agitation behind her as she finally found enough footing to begin awkwardly approach him, finding herself unusually clumsy and slipping anew with each step, unable to properly balance her normally sure and graceful form between her stiff wings and the pure passion burning between her hind legs; her thighs slickened with not just the rain but the freely flowing nectar of her eagless sex.

“Need… me?” Certified Mail found himself praying he hadn’t misheard her over the driving rain, his shaft flaring hard in his lap with the sudden surge of blood her words induced.

“Yes! You! Now! Touch me! Tuck me!” sheimplored him in pleading tones, flaring her head crest and displaying her wings in eagless enticement, having learned the various pony slang terms for rutting long before. “Please…” she added as she struggled again to stand before him.

She was rewarded by a visible shiver and single shuddering gasp from the entranced unicorn male, whose eyes went wide and cheeks burned hotter. “Touch you…” he repeatedly almost numbly, his horn flaring even brighter with mating magic. “Yes…” he licked his lips lightly as the invitation and the thought of running his aura all over her—a griffon!—nearly caused him to climax on the spot. But with great effort, he held it off, not knowing where his improbable excitement or desire for her was coming from but also not wanting to end it so soon!

Not when he had waited his entire life for a female to finally turn him on!

Not when he had the creature of his dreams and previously untapped fantasies standing before him, begging for his touch and attention!

“Owlia…” he called to her like a long-lost lover as his horn ignited again, not just with mating magic but with levitation and tactile spells that would not just make his magic more tangible to its target, but allow his aura to feed his senses as if he was touching her directly with his hooves. “I’ll help you…” he promised as he willed his aura towards her, a visible tendril of pink and purple glow stretching out for her wet and quavering form. She saw it approach and her entire body stiffened in anticipation, ready and to receive its rapture. She watched it near, trying to will it closer until it stood just inches before her, pausing as if to gather itself.

And then it crossed the rest of the distance for her.

And then it touched her!

The long-awaited contact nearly made her collapse and climax on the spot, leaving it all she could do to remain on all fours, her eyes closed tightly shut and legs trembling as her equine mate began to explore her eagless body in earnest. Shaking and all but whimpering, she stood still as best she could as his aura felt her up from back to belly, beak to tail, running through her headfeathers to her hindquarter fur and back like a set of exquisite talons, the unicorn male magically caressing every inch of her in turn.

His aura completely occupied with exploring the contours with her exotic and gorgeous half-eagle, half-feline form, Certified Mail did something he hadn’t in a very long time, since he was in his early teens—stroked himself with a simple hoof, his eyes and magic feeding everything they saw and sensed directly into his overheating mind and organ.

The postal manager’s aura sparked onto the pavement below, wrapped in layers of overglow as he soaked up her sensual signals. He could feel the heat of her body, the texture of her fur and feathers, and the power of the predatory muscles that lay beneath them. He could feel the almost unbearable ecstasy he—he!—was giving her from the quivering of her skin and sinew, which all but melted beneath his efforts, reducing her to a toy for his pleasure by his simple touch.

As he continued, slowly getting bolder in his efforts as his aura inched closer to her more intimate areas, he couldn’t believe it—she was like no mare or pony he’d ever known! So beautiful and sensual! So receptive! So erotic and arousing! He loved everything about her! He couldn’t get enough of her exotic form and body!

And she, in turn, couldn’t get enough of him!

Is… is SHE what I was always missing? What I always needed? The fevered thought passed briefly through Certified Mail’s mind. Back when I was trying to date ponies, was I looking in the wrong place all ALONG? he wondered further,only for the troubling but titillating notion to be quickly subsumed as he turned his aura’s attention to her large wings next, which were flared so grandly and gorgeously before him.

As he ran his magic through her fine feathers, he was amazed to feel the individual pinions so stiff they actually vibrated as he ran his aura through them and tweaked each one in turn, the burst of pure passion and pleasure each brief tug on them generated finally driving her to her knees with a series of squawking gasps, causing her to dig at the wet ground with her talons, as if trying to brace herself.

Her cries sounded almost pained and he worried briefly he was somehow hurting her until—“M-more…” she called to him as she sensed his efforts briefly slacken. “Don’t stop! More!” she pleaded through labored breaths as she pushed her wings harder into his aura, urging and inviting his touch..

He instantly and delightedly obliged her, watching until finally, her shaking legs could no longer support her until she collapsed completely against the stone street.

She tried to roll over only for her erect wings to defeat the effort to her visible frustration; he realized instinctively that she wished to bare the erogenous zones on her belly and points further back to him. So he picked her up bodily in his unusually strong aura and turned her over, gently setting her down on her back with her hindquarters facing him.

“Owlia…” he called out to her as he finally saw her full feminine glory up close and turned the entirity of his efforts on the area in turn, running his magic all over her belly as she clutched at his ethereal aura like they were groping talons, trying to push it deeper. Her head raised weakly to watch as she felt it working its way down her belly further, where it finally found and began groping the soft mounds of her mammaries.

She has… FOUR of them! He realized giddily that she was deliciously endowed with double the number that mares possessed, the additional set only adding even further to her desirability. Now fully into her, he felt up and fondled each in turn, paying particular attention to the large teat that capped each, tweaking them as he had her feathers, earning a fresh series of avian gasps.

“C-M…” she called him passionately again as he continued to pleasure her in a form of foreplay she’d never even imagined, let alone experienced—no griffon mating round had ever been like this! “Feels… so… good… Ah!” she barely got out before his aura passed within a feathersbreadth of her eagless sex for the first time, causing it to swell and tingle, the automatic contraction of her muscles making it wink hard like a marehood towards him.

She heard his lustful growl—an almost predatory sound!—and sensing the effect she was having on him, she encouraged it further, spreading her legs apart further as she lay on her back, a mere body length away. Sensing the time was right—and his fiery loins all but demanding he do so anyway—he focused his magic on her griffon marehood, prying her lips apart as he’d seen her do with her talons. She took another shuddering breath as her leonine lips were parted; her hind claws splaying and her front talons, which had been propping up her upper body, dug hard into the ground as her innermost sanctum was explored by the magnificent magic of the exquisite equine stallion before her.

“And you’re so… beautiful…” was all he could think to say in response as he kept his eyes and aura focused on her intimate areas, leaving her collapsing back to the ground and pawing at the air weakly with her talons and paws alike. “You’re everything I ever wanted… everything I ever needed…” he told her shakily, scarcely able to believe what he was saying, and how badly he meant it. “You… you’re what was missing in my life!”

H-he wants me… a-and he NEEDS me! The thought brought a fierce rush of warmth to the young eagless, who found herself serviced and stimulated far beyond what any griffon tiercel could do for her by the attentive stallion’s aura, feeling her love and need for him grow in return.

“Th-thank you…” she just barely managed in reply before her thoughts were again scattered. Being not just pleasured but utterly worshipped like this was an experience both unique and mystical to the young eagless, and for it, she found herself feeling a fierce pang of regret.

All this time in Equestria… why did I have to go without sex and rutting for so long? Why couldn’t I have been with him from the START? Why didn’t I know about what a pony could do for me BEFORE? she thought forlornly even as his wonderful aura began to probe inside her, the glow of his magic illuminating her from within, showing him her inner walls and ridges, causing his breath—and hers—to catch, her body shifting from side to side as far as her erect wings would allow in an effort to allow the magic in deeper, the heavy rain and glow of the overhead street lamp bathing her in warm light and cool wetness that only added to her excitement.

He leaned forward for a closer look despite his erection and his hoof that remained on it, stroking himself frantically to the sight of her but finding himself either unable or unwilling to climax.

Unable or unwilling to end the most magical and erotic experience he’d ever had in his entire life, with a partner whose passions and pure sensual splendor went far beyond any pony he’d ever known!

Pushing off the wall he’d been propping himself against, with one hoof continuing to stroke his stallionhood while leaving only its opposite member to support him, he leaned so forward that his free hoof slipped on the rain slickened surface, causing him to lose sight of her and focus for a moment as he fell to the ground. His aura abruptly dissipated at that, leaving her feeling empty after having been so close to climax.

“Wh-what…?” She looked around in confusion as he tried to pull himself back up and failed, leaving only her still-intense desires and the glow of his mating aura only stoking them further while denying her its further stimulation.

“S-sorry…” he managed, frantically trying to reestablish his magical focus in the face of his fall and his own nearness to orgasm. But the moment broken, he found it not at all easy. “J-just give me a—”

At that moment, something primal and powerful erupted within her. “Stop… teasing me!” she said through tears as she struggled to roll herself forward to right herself but failed, falling backwards.

“E-enough foreplay, C-M! Y-you win the round! You win me! Now rut me!” she pleaded as she thrust herself towards him on her back as best she could, only dimly aware that she was in fact offering to be taken in a very submissive and taboo manner, using a belly-to-belly posture on her back—something neither she nor any griffon who fought for dominance in a mating round would normally ever consider, as it represented abject surrender—total anathema to griffons. “Please!” she reached down with her talons to spread her eagless lips for him in what she hoped was further enticement.

“Rut… you…” he echoed, his organ visibly twitching in his lap as he pulled himself up and to her great relief, began approaching her, his eyes fixed on her, his erect and rain-soaked organ hanging beneath him as he stepped over her and moved far enough forward that the partially flared head of his over nine-inch equine lionhood—significantly larger and longer than most griffon ones—was within an inch of her eagless opening, which wept openly, its heat and heady odor calling to him even through the rain, which seemed to do anything but cool them off.

“Yes…” he agreed as he stared down at her in sheer worship and wonder while lowering himself against her, his aura working slightly blind along with her talons to find the purchase needed to guide himself in. “My beloved Owlia…” he told her as she reached up to grasp the back of his head and pull it to her feathered chest just as he found her opening and, with the help of his mate, pushed the head of his organ in.

“Ah!” they both called out, one in a squawking tone and one in a nickering one, Owlia splaying her hind claws. “So big…” Owlia licked her beak as the pair paused briefly to gather themselves, savoring the initial sensations of their first-ever rut. “So thick. So good…” she shivered beneath him, feeling safe and serviced even as she lay on the street, being rutted in the open.

“So hot. So tight… so right…” he rejoined as he buried his muzzle in her chestfeathers and began to thrust into her with all his strength and power. His intense and incredibly enhanced mating magic somehow smoothed the way for both of them, allowing him to push deeper and deeper, finding her inner walls clamping on him, milking him.

“Hey, boss? Where’d ya go?” Owlia abruptly heard Postage Due’s voice call out from around the back, just audible through the rain, wind, and her own pounding heart. “This isn’t funny! If I made you uncomfortable with that joke about Derpy, I’m sorry, but you shouldn’t be out in this! So why don’t you—” her voice trailed off as she rounded the corner and beheld them, her eyes locking on them and jaw falling open at the scene she beheld before her.

The umbrella she’d been holding fell from her hoof, allowing the rain to reach her as she saw Certified Mail mounting Owlia Accitier openly on the street in front of her, the griffon eagless on her back and her stallion manager having already sunk the first four inches of himself within her.