Author's Note

Chapter contains: Futa bat-eagless/Pegasus mare, breeding, sexual corruption and transformation, voyeurism, cervical penetration and an ending MFF scene between two thestralfied ponies and a bat-Griffon involving double-penetration and some anal action.

Thanks once again to AJ_Aficionado for the rapid preread and credit goes to him for coming up with Postage Due’s post-transformation name!

Postal Passions: 6 - Package Handler

Postage Due was a longtime mail worker; a happily married middle-aged mare.

She was wed to a good, if unimaginative stallion whose herd consisted of two other mares, and the mother of four teenage fillies she adored despite the fact they drove her crazy at times.

And yet, for all she had just experienced and witnessed, she found herself ready to throw it all away to not just be with her manager and griffon coworker, but to belong to them body and soul; surrender herself to not only them, but the exotic and incredible mating magic within them that had brought her to heights of arousal and ecstasy she had never dreamt existed.

“Pl-please…” the pegasus mare begged again unsteadily, biting her lip hard as the beautiful and sensual Owlia moved to straddle her as she lay pinned by her own passion-paralyzed wings on her back. The bat-eagless planted her talons on either side of Postage Due’s torso, moving up just enough that the narrow head of her dangling half-lion, half-avian stallionhood brushed against the pegasus mare’s wet and winking lips.

But to her great frustration, Owlia did not immediately push in to her prone form, but left it hanging there teasingly, letting her keenly feel its heat and the steady drip of her griffon seed against the lower half of her lips. “N-no more teasing! N-need this… n-need you!” she pushed off the street cobblestones beneath her with her tail and thrust her hips towards the large and lustful leonine, trying to press more of her equine marehood against her exquisite and exotic eagless organ.

And how strange—to say nothing of supremely sensual and exciting—was that to even think?

The idea of a stallion-equipped eagless might have given her more pause if she wasn’t about to be pierced by her, and if she didn’t so desperately want it within her; want to be the first female she used her new male attribute on. For there was no denying the incredible allure of Owlia at that moment to Postage Due as she lay in the street, soaked through her fur by the rain that only seemed to increase her already sky-high desire to rut, to say nothing of her own sensual juices.

No denying the incredible enticement of simply surrendering herself to the predatory griffon female and her equally mighty unicorn mate; the pair having conquered her with little more than a masterful magical spell coupled with their own irresistibly passionate performance.

Unaware of her coworker-turned-quarry’s thoughts, Owlia smiled at her longtime friend with equal measures of love and lust, licking her avian muzzle again with her sinuous tongue, showing it was double its previous length by wrapping it twice around her own beak.

“Then you can have me, P-D. Both for being such a good friend since I’ve been here, and for having asked me so nicely!” the bat-eagless announced as, to Postage Due’s great joy and helpfully guided by Certified Mail’s magic, she stepped forward fractionally and began to push the tapered tip of her long and bulbous lionhood inside the mare’s needy lips.

Both females took a shuddering breath as the intrusion registered on their alternately enhanced and overstimulated senses. “Oooohhhh….” Postage Due called out as she felt her marehood lips part with surprising ease to admit the large griffon lionhood—that was their name for it, wasn’t it?—well-lubed and supremely swollen as her opening was, quivering with the entry.

Despite her redoubled desires and pure pleasure at its penetration, part of her protested weakly that she was happily married and this was wrong. But her doubts were quickly subsumed by her own all-consuming heat and hunger.

By the overwhelming need to submit and be bred by the pair; keeping her promise to bear their foals and cubs.

B-but what would our offspring even BE? Postage Due couldn’t help but wonder as her eyes closed tightly shut to savor the sensation of the eagless organ slipping into her inch by wonderful inch, its surprisingly rough head scraping and stimulating the ridges of her inner walls as it went, causing her to tremble and her hooves to wave weakly at the air.

Wh-what happens when a griffon and a pony combine? She didn’t know, but fervently hoped to find out as the first six inches of the enormous eagless erection disappeared inside her with wet sliding sounds. She tried desperately to prop herself up further to admit more of her lover’s massive leonine erection, only to find her tail was rapidly tiring and her elevated hindquarters were starting to sink.

To her great relief and gratitude, both Owlia and Certified Mail noticed; the former immediately taking action. “Come here, fillyfriend…” the bat-eagless called out as she put a large set of talons under her pegasus friend’s back and lifted her up effortlessly, holding her against her belly; causing Postage Due to sigh in relief and fresh pleasure as she found her erect and exquisitely sensitive teats rubbing against the much larger and more swollen set of the eagless.

She was surprised to feel additional magical mating energy flowing from them directly into hers, making them swell and tingle further; she swore she could feel them growing larger with each rub against their eagless equivalents!

“Mmmm…” Owlia also closed her eyes and licked her lips again at the incredible sensation of their mammaries grinding together, feeling each tweak of her four teats from the Postage Due’s two in turn as she began to slowly thrust into her promised pegasus broodmare, having already sunk half her fourteen-inch length within her—easily double what even the most well-endowed tiercels could manage, she noted in no small amount of satisfaction.

The deeper she thrust, the wider her shaft became as it pushed into her, its girth growing only gradually at first but soon reaching the top of the vase-like bulb that was a distinctive feature of griffon lionhoods. At two-thirds deep, it progressively pried her pony lover more open to a deliciously silken sound of stretched and swollen flesh even as the head of her organ reached the mare’s own inner opening, probing and pushing against it.

Owlia didn’t know what ponies called it and didn’t particularly care, but she very desperately wanted to pierce it; invade the mare’s deepest recesses and breed her from as deep as possible. “So good…” the breathless bat-eagless said with a fresh lick of her beak as Postage Due could only moan, burying her face in the larger female’s dark blue chestfeathers.

“So deep. But want more…” She began to buck her hips harder only to find the angle awkward; she could hold the mare up easily enough by the back with her talons using her enhanced earth griffon strength, but couldn’t easily hold her still to push deeper inside.

“Then allow me…” Certified Mail rumbled lustfully, his eyes wide as he watched the scene. Adding a new spell on top of his mating aura, he held Postage Due up and magically anchored her against in place against Owlia’s belly, allowing his eagless mate to drop her talons and begin thrusting with more force. “Better?”

“Yes!” Owlia granted as her hips began pistoning harder, earning a fresh gasp from her pony lover as, either by effort or additional mating magic, her inner barrier began to yield, loosening automatically to both accommodate and invite the promised intrusion, leaving both females trembling with anticipation.

But to the frustration of both, it did not give way immediately. “By my ancestors, she’s so hot… she so tight…” the bat-eagless felt compelled as the first third of her bulb disappeared inside the smaller mare, suddenly sitting back on her haunches and pulling Postage Due up into her lap with the help of her mate’s magic, using the pegasus mare’s weight to assist the effort as she again held her in place with a set of talons that ran lewdly all over the pegasus mare’s back and wings, groping them freely as Postage Due could only gasp and whimper.

An effort that was quickly assisted as Certified Mail shifted his magic to keep them both propped up, giving them a pair of magical barriers against their backs to allow them to push back against and gain further leverage, allowing Owlia to free both sets of talons to caress and cuddle her pegasus mate.

Through it all, Postage Due could only accept and savor her sensual torment, sensing the griffon female’s intent as the tip of her organ began to pry her very womb open, mentally begging the Sun and Moon goddess again to let her body give way and allow the amorous eagless to claim and plant her seed in the deepest part of her being. Thoughts of her current herd faded with each eagless thrust and each inch her oversized tiercel organ advanced, prying her open and filling her further, leaving her feeling more fulfilled than she could ever remember before!

She helped the effort as best she could by duplicating Owlia’s own efforts with Certified Mail, trying to ride the rutting and meet her thrusts with downward ones from her hips what little mobility she had from her wings as she was taken in full view of her own manager in an unusual and very erotic upright manner, his mating magic acting to arouse and loosen her further. Her body eagerly soaked in his aura and all the mating magic the pair were generating, until the entrance finally gave way with a sharp gasp from both females as the tapered head of her eagless organ slipped through, followed by the sudden entry of half her bulb into Postage Due’s hungry marehood.

“Yes! Yes! That’s my little pony!” Owlia called out happily as she reached down with her beak to lick the top of the mare’s head, holding her affectionately to her dark-feathered chest with one set of talons while relentlessly molesting her friend’s wings and flight muscles with the other, gratified by their twitches and her increasingly weak and desperate squeaks.

“So is it good for you, too, Postage Due?” she rumbled lustfully with another lick of an ear, to which the pegasus mare could only whimper again and clutch her bat-griffon lover as she sank herself even deeper. She found her greatest fantasy fulfilled as the entirety of Owlia’s eagless bulb and organ disappeared within her, its head now ensconced firmly in her very willing womb.

“I’d say it is…” Certified Mail spoke up in arousal and amusement, not participating directly outside of his intense mating aura except to prop them up and help smooth their ways. “I’d say you’re blowing her mind, Owlia!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. But you know, there’s room behind her! Sure you don’t want to take her tail, C-M?” Owlia asked, dropping her lower talons to the mare’s flank to squeeze it and pull a cheek aside to reveal her upper orifice, causing an elated and delirious Postage Due to immediately flag her tail hard at him in enticement, desperate to be simultaneously claimed by his magnificent magic and stallionhood as well.

“Y-yes…” she begged weakly as she eagerly anticipated him taking her in a place she’d never tried before and would never even have considered before that moment, not even with her own stallion had he ever suggested it! But with so many other barriers, both physical and mental already shattered for her, she found she wanted them all obliterated and every entry to her body claimed! “T-take my tail… take me!”

But to her immense agony, Certified Mail declined. “Nah. No offense, Postage Due, but mares have just never done it for me,” he apologized but kept bathing them in his mating aura while he continued to stroke himself to the sight of his eagless mate claiming his subordinate, watching her squirm in helpless pleasure while she weakly pawed with her hooves at the much larger leonine eagless. “Griffons, on the other hoof…” He began clopping again, harder at the sight of Owlia buried deliciously deep within the much smaller mare.

“Pity…” Owlia offered as she took it upon herself to lube up a talon with mare nectar and insert it beneath her tail, causing Postage Due to stiffen and squirm as she worked it slowly inside. “You may not like mares, but I sure do if they’re all this eager!”

“Only eager for you, my sweet,” Certified Mail rejoined reverently. “I don’t think there’s a single pony in all Equestria who could resist your beauty and charms now!”

She rumbled happily at that, closing her eyes to savor not just her first-ever mating in the role of a male, but the love and flattery of her chosen equine mate—nobody had ever called her beautiful before, and she found she loved the taste and feel of it! A feeling so good, in fact, that she felt herself rapidly rising to climax again, but this time in an unfamiliar sensation focused initially on her massive orange-sized orbs as they drew back into her body and she felt her entire form tense with their imminent release, her body readying to deliver one final, penultimate thrust.

“Here it comes, marefriend…” she whispered huskily into Postage Due’s ear as she felt the pegasus mare likewise tense in anticipation, already driven well beyond the point of no return, awaiting only the release that Owlia herself could provide.

“You want my cubs? Here… you… GO!” She threw back her head and gave a half-eagle, half-thestral shriek of pleasure as her new apples emptied themselves; the precious seed surging up through her new eagless organ and into her pegasus mate.

Postage Due also cried out as she felt a massive wave of warmth erupt within her, filling and fertilizing her from within. The very knowledge she had just been bred was enough to send her crashing over the edge she’d been teetering on for several minutes as her body was wracked by wave after wave of glorious pleasure, leaving her aware of every pulse, every spurt, and ever inner crevice she had coated in precious eagless seed.

“By the sun!” she called out once before she could no longer speak again, feeling her mind and body not just claimed, but remade at that moment; a massive wave of wild magic consuming her as her climax eventually ebbed and she felt a change both fiery and frightening take hold, altering her from the inside out.

“It’s okay, marefriend. I got you…” Owlia promised as she felt her shiver, holding her tight while still buried deep within her, still feeling the final pulses of her own organ and all but floating for it. “I’m right here, Postage. I’m not going anywhere. Just let go. Just let it happen…” she all but purred, and, feeling loved and safe in the eagless’s embrace…

Postage Due did just that, surrendering herself to the transformation that overtook her. She felt her consciousness ebb for a moment as all her senses scrambled, and an unknown amount of time elapsed during which time she could only drift in a haze of pure pleasure and afterglow, waiting to return, aware at that moment only of Owlia’s embrace and whispered reassurance.

She clung to it like a lifeline as her transformation completed, remaking her from within, and when her eyes finally fluttered open again, the first thing she saw was Certified Mail staring at her in awe.

“P-D!” he called out in amazement. “You’re…” Instead of finishing, he magically summoned a vanity mirror from his home and turned it to face her. She looked at her reflection and gaped at what she saw; her features perfectly clear even in the low illumination of the storefront lights.

“A… beak?” She realized in both surprise and delight as she saw her reflection for the first time. She thought for a moment she’d been turned into a griffon, as her forehooves seemed to have moved halfway to eagless talons as well. But a flick of an ear revealed they were still present and even larger than before with tufted tips, while her mane and tail had become longer and more lustrous, if in a slightly lighter hue than the deep indigo her fur was now colored. Her lower legs were shaggier, her wings had enlarged and become batlike, just as Owlia’s had, and her bright blue eyes had turned slitted like thestrals, giving her superlative night vision.

She recognized her new form from barely remembered books, but still couldn’t believe it. “Wait… you mean… I’m now a—”

“Hippogriff!” they all chorused as Owlia looked at her in amazement, finding her much larger in her grasp than before. And that was to say nothing of the new male organ she was sporting, which the eagless reached down to grasp and stroke, causing a startled gasp from the former pegasus mare at the unexpected sensation, who looked down and gawked at it.

“I have a stallionhood?” she realized in wonder, then reached down with her new hoof to touch it, quickly confirming it was indeed a part of her being as the merest brush of her altered hoof sent a ripple of pleasure through it and traveling right up her spine. “I love it!”

“That’s not the only thing! You’ve got more mammaries now, too!” Certified Mail noted with a pointed hoof, at which point Postage Due noticed she’d gained a second set further up her belly, just as griffons had, their bulges and protruding teats much fuller and firmer than before! “I don’t believe it… you’ve got a beak, and a stallionhood and a mane and the bat wings and the extra teats and…” he didn’t finish before he could no longer restrain himself, his visibly throbbing organ announcing his enthusiastic approval of her new form.

Postage Due stared at it—and then at him—in desperate hope. “Y-you mean you like me now—” She didn’t get a chance to finish before he all but attacked her, kissing her aggressively beak-to-muzzle and gently pushing the pair of females on their backs with his magic to leave Owlia on the bottom, taking her plumped and prominent marehood while the bat-eagless’s renewed erection slowly worked its way beneath her hippogriff tail.

“C-M?” a surprised but overjoyed Postage Due called out again as she felt the dual-entry of her new half-thestral pony and griffon lovers and didn’t fight it, welcoming them into her lief and body with all her being. “You really—?”

“I really want you…” he confirmed with a low growl as he laid a line of kisses down her neck and magically massaged her larger wings and flight muscles, causing her to give an avian squawk of ecstasy as the two quickly sank half their considerable lengths into her and began to thrust in tandem, redoubling her already sky-high emotions and sensations; the latter at levels that far exceeded anything her old form could have experienced before.

“Maybe I’m just into beaks for beauty. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for bat-wings. But either way…” Certified Mail expressed his feelings by sinking his medial ridge into with a wet slurp as Owlia’s bulb began pushing in as well, her body easily giving way to accommodate both as she was officially and fully accepted by the pair.

* * * * *

Five minutes later, the three had come yet again, after breeding Postage Due for a second time.

Reluctantly disentangling themselves as the storm picked up again, Certified Mail’s second climax had combined with a fresh strike of lightning to knock the street and storefront lights out completely, shattering all their gems. But they could still see each other clearly with their new thestral eyes, as they stepped back to take in themselves—and each other—fully.

A few more gropes and kisses were exchanged before Owlia studied her reflection in the mirror after its surface had been cleared by a magical wipe, then smiled. “Well. I guess if we’re going to be in a herd, as you ponies call it, we should take some new names for our new forms,” she mused.

“Agreed! Owlia just doesn’t seem to suit you now. So what would you like to be called?” Certified Mail asked eagerly.

“Night Owl,” the bat-eagless decided at some length. “Might not be the most suggestive surname, but with these new colors and wings? It’s definitely me!” She flared her bat-wings in demonstration; her large wingspan easily encompassing the other two as she embraced the pair using them.

“I love it!” Certified Mail praised as he magically stimulated their membrane surfaces, causing them to go taut again; the flexible surface audibly coming under tension once more as Postage Due shivered in sympathy. “And as for me? I’m not changing my name—just the spelling! I’m now Certified Male!” He showed off his long horn and stallionhood, easily the biggest of the three. “Because you made me feel like the ultimate stallion, my love.” He kissed Night Owl again.

“Because as far as this eagless is concerned, you are!” She all but purred her reply, rubbing cheeks with him in a leonine fashion before exchanging a fresh kiss with him as Postage Due watched longingly but didn’t interrupt. She was rewarded when the pair turned their attention back on her, opening their embrace for her as well, holding out a hoof and set of talons in invitation.

Tears glimmering in her thestral hippogriff eyes, she took it instantly, all but leaping into their hug, sniffling softly at their acceptance of not just her, but her new half-thestral hippogriff form. She found herself marveling anew at her enhanced sight and hearing as well as the dexterity of her new beak, which she found both solid yet surprisingly malleable, able to conform in shape to both Night Owl’s larger griffon one and Certified Mail’s muzzle.

“Mmmm… never made out with a hippogriff mare before,” Night Owl noted between licks and nips. “I like!”

“Me too! Can’t wait to try oral like this…” Postage Due gave a sound halfway between a squawk and a nicker. “But I want you to make more hippogriffs first!”

“Seconded!” Certified Male said. “We need to expand our new herd, and I think I know just where to get some new members! But before we do—what’s your new name?” he turned to Postage Due next.

In response, she reached one long griffon bat-wing below Certified Male’s tail to grasp a cantaloupe-sized apple with her new thestral wingtalons, then did the same with her right set to his still-erect shaft, gently squeezing and milking both, to be immediately rewarded by him closing his eyes in pleasure and gently thrusting into her pleasuring wingpaw.

“Just call me… Package Handler.”

“Perfect,” Certified Male grinned as he stood still to accept her efforts but then turned mock-stern again. “But don’t think you’re off the hook with me for all your shenanigans, P-H! You might be part of my new griffon and hippogriff herd, but I still expect you to be on time for work and carry out your postal duties properly!” He poked her warningly in the chest.

“And if I don’t…?” she asked sultrily, increasing the pace of her efforts, to which he simply transmitted his pleasure to her again, causing her to instantly gasp and release him, which he followed up by producing an exact construct of her marehood and thrusting into it while she could only whimper, pushing back against an organ that wasn’t actually there even though her lips parted as if it was, stretching to accommodate him until her insides were visible all the way to her inner opening, which threatened to give way again under his-now incredibly potent and practiced mating magic.

“Then you’ll be disciplined!” he warned with a toothy grin before releasing her, leaving her breathing hard and staring at him in love and awe. “Now take my hoof, both of you. Or just hold onto my shaft, whichever you prefer!” he offered with a wry grin. “We’ve got mail to sort and a post office full of ponies to process! Though I think for once, we’ll do pleasure before business,” he added with a sly smile, to which both Night Owl and Package Handler’s grins turned evil. “So let’s make a proper entrance by teleporting in, and then convert us some mail carriers!”

“Love to! But I thought the security enchantments on the building prevented teleports inside it?” Night Owl pointed out.

“With as strong as my magic now is, do you think that matters to me?” Certified Male raised his gaze and nodded his head up towards the large horn on his forehead, igniting his aura, letting them feel it brimming with power. “So grasp my hoof, both of you, and we’ll be off!” He offered it and as they eagerly did so, laying hippogriff hoof and griffon talons over his.

With that, the three disappeared off the stormy street in a fresh flash of purple light.