Private Sex-Ed Lessons | Griffon Chapter

Private Sex-Ed Lessons | Griffon Chapter
B_25 & Loveless

It'd been a few weeks since the class had gathered for the anatomy of dragons, male and female, how they engaged with the other—to near vivid detail—that excited the course and became a report worthy of a book. This book, however, due to its contents and... writing.... was distributed both a study-aid and sex-aid.

It was a strange situation to say the least.

Spike wandered the halls of the school, shoulders slumped, head down, a heavyweight in his chest, mind cloudy due to the burden of memory. His claw held a letter better left in the envelope. Twilight. Writing to him again. Please come see me after class?

Some things never changed.

"Spike, oh, Spike! Come in! Come on!" The door burst open with the alicorn popping out from her sides, ecstatic to see him. Bad news. There's always a catch to her excitement, meaning he'd have to do something to appease it. "There's no time to be wasting a-way, mister! Inside!"

Her hooves wrapped around him like tentacles wrapping around him, plucking his body from the hall. The door shut to a loud thud. Few students stood in the lobby, blinking, coming to glance at each other. In a solemn nod, they stepped back, knowing it to be wise to not engage.

Spike had been set down by the hooves only to feel them pushing on his back, a foreleg around his shoulders, Twilight walking beside him—beaming with teeth glinting. "That last report you did was amazing! Do you know the anatomical, social, and physiologically and psychologically implications you've given hints of answers to? The report is a complete blowout by you and me!"

The little dragon coughed. "You and me? But that was like, all me?"

"The editing, Spike, the editing! Your vivid details certainly painted a picture—a moving one at that—but you have to consider the language! Students must understand the act and the parts and the names to all of the above." Her horn glowed and his body floated in the air, twirling backward from the enthusiasm channelling into her magic. "It's not mere students but teachers and professors, adventurers and dragons—oh, what's the point, everyone is reading it!"

The violet bubble burst, and the baby dragon fell—into the plush cushion of a chair. Coughing as he sat up, Spike felt the need to scratch at his jaw, turning his face away, pink overtaking the purple of his cheeks. "E-Everyone? Y'know it wasn't meant for a wide read."

Much less everyone knowing about the extent of my sex life.

"I understand you wrote it for the sake of the students, but think about it, everyone is reading the book! It's as important to the academic as it is to common ponies and dragons and griffins and more than I can list!" Twilight sauntered past the side of her desk, sitting in its chair; in a move unlike the princess, she swung her forelegs onto the wood—crossing them. "It's bridging the gaps between our kinds and answering the kind of question most are too scared to ask! Doing this will allow greater connection and understanding between all."

She sighed dreamily as her head tilted to the side. "Isn't this just wonderful, Spike?"

Should I tell her most are reading those books to get off? Nah. She's easier to deal with if her dreams aren't being crushed.

"I still don't get the co-author thing."

"Do you want me to rattle off all the mistakes within the draft you sent me? Wonky syntax and consistent misspellings and incorrect terminology of—"

"Here's to you and me!"

Twilight grinned upon her head rolling straight. "Though you might say that."

Silence occupied the room for a minute.

Had that been it? The report was now a book, read by everyone, either for knowledge or pleasure? It was good Twilight's project had been doing well, but if she was happy over success... then that meant no work for him.

Spike smiled. "So that's it, then?"

Twilight also smiled as she crossed her forelegs. "E'nnnnope!"

The mirth died from Spike's face. "You're going to stick me with some work, aren't you?"

"Yeeeeeuuuuus siiiiir!"

"Another report?"

"You psychic?"

"Just always anxious." He sadly nodded. "Great for always having an answer to something."

Twilight's wing unfurled from her side and swept over the desk, its tips curling over the wooden pole and lifting it. She directed it left, tapping its end on a broad chalkboard, a dragon drawn, crossed out, an image of a griffon beneath it.

Not good.

"Your research and writing skills on the topic of reproduction of species really is an unknown talent. It'd be a shame to not try pushing it further. Something beyond the scope of a dragon." Twilight tapped on the drawing of a griffon. "Your next assignment will be to learn about how griffons work. But there's... a catch to this one."

Spike blinked as he hopped out of his seat. In walking to the board—requiring to step up on his feet to be level with it—he noticed the masculine look of the drawing. "Er, Twi? Don't mean to knock your drafting skills, but... doesn't this look like a guy?"

"And that's the catch!" Twilight's ears puffed upward, and Spike's frills lowered. "In letters pouring from readers around the world, most were interested in learning the anatomy of a male griffon! Mating styles and psychological kinks and other slang used in your previous report."

Spike stumbled backward until his shoulders crashed into the side of the desk, allowing himself to slide down it, ass meeting floor, chin dipping to his chest. "I don't know about this one, Twi. It's... out there. Even for me."

There'd been a change about the mare as her wing set the pole next to the board. The squeak of weight leaving the chair was followed by the sounds of softness collapsing next to him. Side by side, the purple duo sat, soft furs caressing smooth scales, their body-heat warming the other.

And then Twilight laid her head on his shoulder, dwarfing it, but the feeling was... beyond nice. "I know this might be strange and out there. But this is the first project you and I have done in... in quite a while. Both our names on text set to inform the world—and please it."

"Still not sure about that co-authorship thing."

"Oh, shush, you." Twilight rubbed her head into the side of his next, strands of her mane tickling his chin, a blissful sigh born from their lips. The heavyweight in the dragon's chest lifted out within that breath. "We're working together, to the perfection of our roles, to make the world a more understandable place. Together. Not one over the other."

His claw clasped around her foreleg. "First time as equals, huh?"

"Seen by the world and history, maybe," she giggled into his scales as her warm breath flushed across it. "Not to me. You've always been my equal. Greatest and best friend. Seeing this new talented side of you, everyone was forced to take notice of it... I couldn't be happier or prouder."

"...you really want me to write this report, don't you?"

She shook her head to the wonderful brushing of her mane over his body. Her wing unfurled and extended over him, capturing the dragon in the middle of a violet, fluffy, warm and hugging cocoon. Her lips kissed his scalp. "Don't have to... but I'd be super appreciative if you did."

Spike knew there wasn't a choice in the matter, sighing, already nodding. "I'll do it."

He then swallowed.

"Somehow."

The court had been kissed by summer and sunlight and breezes a warm caress across the skin. It'd been hours since the assignment had been given to the little dragon, now laying back in the branch of a tree, one that overlooked the students passing the park of grass.

The world is curious about how male griffons work? How much about them do I know myself? Spike actually lifted himself against the rising curve of the branch, it covered in shadows of the foliage above, scattered gaps allowing bright glowing sunlight. Besides the usual stuff that comes to the top of the head. Guess not too many ponies or dragons know exactly what a griffon's cock looks like.

He blinked repeatedly. Heck, I don't even know.

Spike gazed down his plump and little body, allowing a claw to rest on his belly, digits walking to the crux between his legs. The thickness of his tail covered his crotch, but, in shooting it away, revealed the nestled slit. Come to think of it, I've never seen what kind of sheathe they have. Probably because I haven't gone looking. Maybe it’s fluffy like a dog? Are there balls fluffy too? Fluffy balls. Heh.

The dragon shook his head. No good hypothesizing about it. Anyone else can drum up theories and assumptions. Twilight needs to me find out the exact truth on sex and anatomy. Going to need a griffon for this... duh!

But that left the question of who?

There's only one griffon among the student six, who is a guy, so... I guess that could work. Or. Or, or, or! I could ask Gabby the Griffon for help! Heck, griffon is her last name! His talons snapped, and he laid back in complete confidence. This will be a cinch! Just ask her a few questions, take some notes, and it's done just like that!

Then the truth of the matter slumped his shoulders. Wait. Gabby's a girl that doesn't look like she gets around too much. Twilight's readers wanted to know and experience sex with a male griffon. No good rattling off her information. It has to be accurate and true and some other third thing.

Spike collapsed against the branch, creaking underneath his weight, a claw shot up before draping over his closed eyes. The difference in sex of each creature is mostly specific to males. There's going to be a significant difference in the appearance of their penis too.

What did a griffon's cock look like?

Guess that's it. More creaks echoed from inside the branch underneath the dragon. Gallus the Griffon and Spike the Dragon need to have a chat... about why we make our last names the noun of our species... among other things.

Spike went to get up before hearing the fatal snap of wood, the branch cracking beneath him, it falling and hanging, broken, while he plummeted into the ground. Everything rocked for a second and a sea of leaves blew upward, drifting from each other, slowly descending.

The poor dragon could never catch a break.

"So, we have to be in my room for this."

"Yes."

"Alone and the door locked."

"Preferably."

"...and you wanted to talk about what, exactly?"

"So there's a favour that I need to ask you... that someone else asked me... about that sex-ed report." Spike attempted to cough his blush away and, in failing that, scratching the back of his neck. "Have you, uh, r-read it?"

"Read it? You kiddin'? The pages are glued shut on that thing."

Spike cocked his head to the side, and his eyebrows met in the middle.

"It means I jerked off every time I read that thing." Gallus sauntered across the empty room—save for a desk, bed, carpet in the middle and beanbag in the corner. Turning, he fell into the bag as it rose up around his body. He blew upward to get the blue tuft out from his eyes. "What? What did you think was going to happen? The writing on that was top-notch."

"T-Thanks... I think?"

"Usually, I'm more of a picture kind of guy, but the immersion in that report... dunno, it does something to a griffon." Gallus's talon scratched at the slender frame of his belly, scrunching up tummy fluff. Soft and silky and running over a masculine physique. "Knowledge parts of it were kinda meh. Already know a lot about sex."

"Ever had any?"

"Nah."

"So..."

"Pleasure myself to everything, my dragon." Gallus had spread his legs enough for his claw to dig lower, digging his contours into his groin. Was this okay with him? Open enough to touch himself to low with another in the room? "Every kink and species and whatnot. Heard my fair of stories. Just never a part of them is the problem."

Spike knew this was it. Either he went through and finished this... or gave up. In looking around the room, his claws twiddled together, another blush overtaking his cheeks. Confessing something like this to another guy? He felt more like the girl in the situation.

Sans a girl of course.

"Mind sharing those stories with me?"

Gallus arched his spine into the beanbag, pushing out his parted legs, displaying the taut muscles of his thighs. They were thick, of course, but a different kind of thickness of a girl. Those tended to be soft and plush and warm.

And the same seemed to be true here only in Gallus was more firm in the muscles. Every delectable wobble was precious for how faintly they came. With a talon poised over his crotch, he fell and leaned back, already grinning. "Knew you were here for that! Knocked out the dragons but now ya gotta deal with the griffon. It'll be nice to have a paper about me."

Spike arched an eyebrow.

"...anonymous, of course." Gallus chuckled as he wiggled to the side, showing his tucked wing, how his body could so easily curve into itself. Soft and pleasant to the eye, firm skin and broad muscles beneath it all, strength condensed into sexiness. "I'll help you in any way I can, but nothing is for free, y' know?"

Spike sighed. "What do you want?"

"What we're both here for." Gallus pointed his other talon at the dragon or, more importantly his crotch. "You show me yours, I show you mine, and we go from there. Seems fair to me. Gotta admit that last report left me more than curious."

It took a few seconds, but the dragon nodded upon walking over, exhaling again. "Alright. You got yourself a deal." He came to the side of the beanbag, barely coming up between the griffon's thighs. Gallus himself towered in the bag as he arched upward, his head nearly looming above, a great sense of lazy power awash. "S-So... what are we working with here?"

"Griffons and stallions aren't much different in some respects—but you've already guessed that far ahead, haven't ya?" Spike entered the valley between the creamy surface of the thighs to the bed of crotch exposed before him. The talon traced around the silken rim of his sheath. "Probably different from a stallion.”

Spike gulped as he drew forward; he’d need to be closer to be sure of it.

"What are you waiting for?" the voice came from above and, when the dragon gazed up the scale of the griffon's underside—Gallus was leaning a cheek into a fist, expression bored, left in wait. "Need to get all the details you can, right? Experiment. My enjoyment will be natural, so you can trust the results."

Now was the time to clear his mind, forget the strangeness of the situation, and dive in. Lifting a claw to the exposed region of the crotch, there was a delicate curve into the cheeks beneath. Their flanks were more tender and firm, a little squish on a digit pressing into them. With a bit of pressure, its tip sunk in.

"Hey, hey! What is this? Are you here to see my cock or play with my ass?" Gallus gave a thrust, his crotch and hips and thighs lifting, everything batting into the dragon. He tried stumbling back only for the legs around to close—trapping him against the exposed balls. "Can feel around me later. I was going to bust a nut before you pulled me aside. Help a brother out already, yeah?"

Fluffy balls beneath from beneath the sheath, their furs matted by sweat, dampening.

Spike dropped his face into the wonderful sack, the scent fresh like recent laundry, the tinge of blueberries burning into his nostrils. It stung with its intensity. Their fur brushed against his cheek, thicker and dense, minuscule sweat.

“Y-You like that, don’t you? Face pressed into another guy’s balls? Looks like you could pass out right there.” Spike didn’t pay attention to the voice as if those balls really were pillows. Rubbing his face around them, appearcing the smooth fur over soft skin, the mass of those orbs faintly jiggling around. “N-Not gonna lie. Seeing you down there… I think it’s enough to get me off.”