Author's Note

Chapter contains: M/F unicorn stallion/griffon eagless interspecies action, voyeurism, public sex, size difference, cervical penetration and implied transformation.

Thanks goes to AJ_Aficionado for prereading this so quickly and thoroughly! I’m especially gratified I hooked you on this pairing.

Postal Passions: 4 - Eagless Eros

Of all the things Postage Due, middle-aged pegasus mare, herdmate of three and a mother of two, thought she might see upon exiting the Post Office to search for her suddenly missing manager, the inconceivable sight before her never entered her mind.

Suddenly and sorely aroused, she staggered back at the unlikely image of the two engaged in one of the most passionate and intimate embraces she’d ever seen; the larger and stronger eagless on the ground and lying on her back as the smaller stallion took her, hopelessly excited and all but begging to be filled by her manager’s—Certified Mail’s!—stallion shaft.

Even with much of his length hidden inside the excited and submissive eagless, whose leonine femininity he continued to pound his organ into despite Postage Due’s presence, the pegasus mare could see he was surprisingly well-endowed, having at least two inches on length and girth on her own stallion, a pegasus who had never taken her on her back!

And he’d certainly never pleasured her with a magical aura that relentlessly molested her from nose to tail, massaging the griffon female’s flight muscles to the point that both they and the wings that attached to them were quivering, leaving her moaning in helpless pleasure.

The sight was so intense and unexpected that the umbrella she’d been holding fell from her suddenly shaking hoof, allowing the heavy rain to pelt her. But… that’s…! She staggered back against the front wall of the post office and slowly slumped against it, keeping her eyes fixed on the incredibly unlikely pairing. So… HOT! She just managed to finish her own thought as the rain soaked into her and the sudden heat in marehood grew.

She could only watch and listen in rapt attention as Owlia called Certified Mail’s initials repeatedly, all but begging him for more as she lay supine with her legs spread wide, pinned in place by his magic and stallionhood, trapped between him and the cobblestone street by her passion-paralyzed wings which were splayed hard to either side of her in a glorious display.

But the amorous eagless seemed anything but inclined to move or shift, lost in the embrace of her stallion lover. She stayed put except for occasionally twisting her sinuous body as much as her wings would allow to work her unicorn mate in deeper, clutching him to her body with her talons as he frantically kissed and licked the water off her feathered chest, panting hard with her head bent backwards, her beak wide open and tongue hanging halfway out of it.

They weren’t the same size; his head only came up to the middle of her neck while lying on her, taking her in a pose straight out of the kinkiest pages Postage Due recalled from the once-read and dimly-remembered Pony Sutra. But to listen to her squawks and other cries of griffon pleasure, he was more than enough for her just then.

And for Postage Due herself, as she found her own excitement quickly soaring, her wings growing stiff and hoof starting to reach between her legs for the first time.

She knew she shouldn’t be there. She knew she shouldn’t intrude on such a private moment, even in such a public space. She knew also the two had seen her—she saw Owlia’s eyes lock with hers for just a brief moment as she’d rounded the corner calling for Certified Mail.

But the eagless’s only immediate reaction was to stare at her while getting even more flushed; as Postage Due watched raptly, her hind claws splayed hard and began pinwheeling in the air, searching for purchase that wasn’t present as she was held in place only by his lighter weight and the sheer strength of his aura, which the magical awareness of the pegasus mare told her was uncommonly intense. His mating aura alone was making her feel very hot, the torrential rain that fell on her somehow only adding fuel to her internal fire, spiking her desires even higher.

Violent lightning flashed overhead again, illuminating the scene fully for a second. It cast a purplish hue over both of them, showing clearly the most erotic sight Postage Due had ever witnessed, causing her to take an involuntary step forward, trying to get a closer look.

Wh… where did this COME from? C-M never showed interest in ANY mare before this! Let alone rutting one in the OPEN! she mildly protested even as she began pleasuring herself in earnest, feeling surprisingly forlorn and forgotten given he ignored her teases but had then turned around and given in to an eagless!

And wh-why am I getting turned on by this? She tried again to tear her eyes away only to fail, finding herself mentally cataloging every thrust and every feather of the mating griffon/pony pair. She mentally urged them on, wanting to step or fly ever closer but finding she was afraid to, terrified they would either object or worse, stop their lovemaking. Why should THIS affect me?

She’d likewise never been into anything interspecies aside from some drunken and barely remembered experimentation with an adolescent donkey in her long-before youth; the kinkiest thing she’d ever done was perform oral on her stallion—which they hadn’t tried again because she’d been uncertain and unable to perform the act properly, ending up accidentally hurting him with her teeth.

She knew roughly the relative size of pony and griffon endowments, and had such an encounter been suggested to her beforehoof, she would have worried that his larger size would hurt an eagless. But the evidence to the contrary was there before her as she had a spectacular view of his stallionhood plunged deep into her, withdrawing partway only to slam forward again, a little deeper each time, until finally he’d sank himself all the way to his medial ridge. It was then the pair found they encountered some resistance and Owlia began moaning in frustration.

“More in me! Want more…” the eagless implored her stallion mate in clipped tones as she continued clutching him, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “I want it all!” Her hind leonine hooves began pinwheeling in the air again as her tail lashed back and forth in extreme need and agitation.

“I’m t-trying…” Certified Mail got out shakily, but he found himself thwarted from fulfilling her will by his lack of leverage and the simple limitations of her body. As if in response to their mutual need, his mating aura intensified again, focusing on her loins; causing her to squawk in pleasure as her already incredible sensitivity was increased even further.

Postage Due could sense that either by instinct or design, his magic was trying to loosen her up further; widen her opening. But to the immense frustration of all, including their audience of a single pegasus mare, his medial ring couldn’t pass her tight and swollen leonine lips, which formed a perfect ring and seal around the girth of his shaft. “M-my love, I c-can’t—”

Postage Due felt her heart sink at that as they reached the apparent limits of their bodies. Please… they need this! She found herself praying to the Sun Goddess herself. They need it… and I need to SEE it! she felt compelled to amend her own thought.

“C-can’t?” He didn’t get a chance to finish as Owlia growled the word in frustration. Mustering all her strength, she wrapped her hind legs tightly around Certified Mail’s form to hold him in place inside her as she curled her front half up over him, clutching him to him, and then used her earth griffon strength to roll backwards sharply in a quick reverse somersault that got around her arousal-frozen wings and flipped the pair over entirely, leaving Certified Mail on his back and Owlia straddling him from above, her wings flared hard to either side and her green eyes filled with sexual fire.

“I want… it… all!”she said with a near-snarl as she took the dominant position and began using her weight to sink further down on him, reaching down to spread her lips even wider, her four teats and visibly swollen leonine clit suddenly very prominent to Postage Due’s wide eyes as an equally desperate Certified Mail tugged her down with his aura from above, while still working to loosen her further from below.

Their combined efforts finally succeeded in getting her past the seemingly insurmountable barrier of his medial ridge with a sudden wet slurp; Postage Due leaned so far forward towards them in anticipation of it happening that she nearly fell over, slipping hard when she heard the slick sucking sound of it and saw another inch of his organ disappear inside her; her opening visibly widening for a moment to permit the passage..

They both gasped and gaped; the sound Owlia made was a half-lion, half-avian squeal while Certified Mail groaned at her intense heat and delicious tightness; her eagless sex holding and working his equine organ for everything it was worth.

“More…” And yet, she still wasn’t satisfied, finding herself four inches short of taking his full length, and neither was Postage Due, who found herself drifting even closer to the pair. Her eyes locked with Owlia’s again briefly, who held her gaze as she leaned back and began working her own teats, tweaking and pinching them with her talons while beginning to piston her hips up and down on her stallion lover; she might have lost her balance but his aura was there to keep her steady and hold her in place, automatically assisting in her efforts while using the unheard-of mating position.

“By Celestia’s eighteen inches…” Postage Due felt her heart race and desires surge anew at the display, even as she slightly feverishly noted Owlia’s interest in her. Is… is she getting off on me WATCHING? was all thepegasus mare could think as she intensified her efforts, running one set of talons through her chest feathers while the other reached low to attempt to help his stallionhood deeper, grasping the base of his organ and finding it had gotten so large she could barely circle it.

At her additional touch, his hips bucked hard beneath her, enough to significantly rock her even with her greater weight. Despite that, she got another half inch into her before she met additional resistance, this time from further up her body.

She had already taken more of him than either Postage Due or Certified Mail himself had thought possible, and yet, it still wasn’t enough for either of them!

“More…” Certified Mail moaned as his aura struggled to get her body to accommodate him deeper and she began slamming her hips down harder, trying to force her internal entrance to give way.

“More!” Owlia likewise demanded of her body yet again, and to the immense surprise of their one-mare audience…

It obeyed!

The eagless gave one final downthrust to meet Certified Mail’s most powerful upwards one yet. There was an audible pop! as the gateway to her inner nest gave way and she abruptly sank the rest of the way onto him, her eagless sex swallowing the entire length of his stallion organ and even his very sheath!

“By my ancestors!”Owlia Accipiter all but sang in joy as she found herself filled to the brim, reaching down to run her talons through her belly fur, trying to feel from the outside the enormous equine organ deep within her, its partially flared head now resting in her very happy womb. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she called in joy into the storm night as she now rode him freely and with abandon from above.

“By Luna’s Moon!”Certified Mail called out in equal rapture as he realized what had happened and where his stallionhood’s head now resided; the thought alone as euphoric as the sensation of her eagless sex and sanctum completely enclosing him, letting him feel every ridge and ripple of her internal walls and muscles.

“By Celestia’s sun…” was all Postage Due could whisper shakily in response as she fell to her knees before the pair, reaching desperately between her legs as she witnessed the impossible feat.

She sank back on her hindquarters again, clopping freely to the passionate pair from just a few feet away as Owlia noticed her once more, seemingly putting on a show as much for her as her stallion suitor as she relentlessly milked him and pleasured herself, her paws briefly digging into her sides to massage her own flight muscles before she fell forward slightly, forced to brace herself with her forelegs to either side of his head.

“Owlia, that’s so hot…” Postage Due called to her.

“Hot…” Owlia repeated the word with a lick of her muzzle. “I’m so… hot…” she echoed again surprisingly softly, giving the pegasus mare the impression she was tasting the words and realizing she very much liked them as she began tracing the outlines of her body teasingly with a Talon, suddenly trying to entice Postage Due as much as her stallion mate.

“Owlia…” Certified Mail called out from below her, his voice sounding very labored as his body tensed and aura intensified for the penultimate time, announcing his imminent climax. “I’m going to—”

“Do it!” she half-ordered, half-pleaded through a clenched beak. “You already won me! So claim me fully! Take me! Seed me! Make me come! Make… me… YOOOOURRRRSSSS!”her voice escalated to an eagle shriek as her entire body went taut and her back arched hard, throwing back her head to bare her face and neck to the storm above. As if in recognition of her display, a series of lightning bolts illuminated the scene with alternately orange and purple glow as Certified Mail’s hips bucked beneath her the final time.

She felt his head flare deep within her, expanding to reach the very walls of her womb, and then an eruption of magical sparkles from his horn nearly blinded her as a flood of hot stallion seed filled her; in her fevered mind, he was fertilizing her from within.

“Owlia!” Certified Mail shouted as he felt his horn and apples erupt, the latter deep within her, and then said the words he never dreamt he would say—and mean--of any female. “I love you!” he proclaimed to the joy of both of them as his magical climax shattered the lightpost firegem above them and bowled Postage Due backwards, causing the scene to go dark around them when the gem and the lightning faded. The magical overload even managed to knock out surrounding lights without destroying them, including adjacent street lamps and storefronts, leaving them completely in the dark.

Knocked hard on her back and finding it hard to rise through her stiff wings, a dazed Postage Due wasn’t immediately sure what had happened to them at first. The storm seemed to slacken for a minute as she saw Owlia fall forward over Certified Mail and the pony-griffon pair faded into shadow; within seconds she could no longer see Owlia’s light-hued head and chest.

“G-guys…?” she called out tentatively when she heard their panting cease, trying but failing to stand around the flared wings that pinned her to the ground. She was still incredibly turned on by what she’d seen, her marehood facing the scene and drooling a steady stream of honey onto the cobblestones below, wanting desperately to see more but also worried for the pair when she could no longer detect movement or hear their breathing.

And then abruptly, a large shadow rose from where they’d lay, far larger than Owlia’s form had been before. There was a low growl and a sound like the unfurling of sails and as the more distant lights re-ignited after shaking off the magical climax, the postal worker and middle-aged pegasus mare saw something that made her blood freeze.

A silhouette of massive bat-wings bracketing a dark and ominous avian form whose slitted eagle eyes glowed orange in the dark.

Eyes that were fixed directly on her.