Author's Note

Kinks: Too much penetration, loving relationship, seriously that shouldn't be possible, lots of impregnation talk, horny teens home alone

001 - High School Crush

Gilda hated math. Actually, to be perfectly clear, Gilda hated anything that made her think too much. She much more prefered something like P.E. A place where she could show herself off a bit.

“Gilda? Are you listening?” The voice of Cranky snapped her out of her thoughts.

The griffon looked up at the teacher sitting at his desk. She’d couldn’t not stare at his very bad combover. She snickered. “Yeah. Sure.”

The stallion sighed and rubbed his eyes with a hand before trailing it down his snout. “Gilda, you’re on the verge of failing. You fail, then your coach is going to suspend you from the wrestling team.”

That got her attention. She sat up straight. “Wait- What?!”

“Gilda, you need to keep your grades up. I know math is hard for you, so I have something that might help.” Cranky smiled a bit and adjusted himself in his chair. “A tutor. After school tutoring to be specific.”

“Oh great….” Gilda groaned and covered her eyes with a talon then wiped it down her beak, only to half-glare at her teacher. “You want me to spend an hour of my time every day with some dweeb egg-head?”

Cranky blinked. “Basically, yes. I think it’ll be good for you. And, I didn’t say an hour, but that might be the best option. If you’re willing, and if it starts going well, you could switch it to a few hours over the weekends instead.”

“I can’t believe this.” Gilda sighed as her feathers puffed out a bit. “Fine. Fine. Whatever. When are we starting this and who am I meeting?

“Well sooner would be better.” Cranky nodded. “You could meet him after school in the computer lab, he’s normally there most days. Maybe you’ll like the tutoring.”

“Fuck that.” Gilda muttered as she stood up and hefted her bag over her shoulder. “We done here?”

“Yes.” Cranky nodded. “Gilda, you do know I’m trying to help you, right? I want you to succeed.”

“Sure. Sure.” Gilda rolled her eyes and walked out of the classroom.

The sky-blue pegasus stallion hummed to himself as he kept up his browsing. His standard programs had already gathered all the new information that the school kept on their internal servers. Nothing major going on, though it did seem one of his usual tormentors was out sick with...something. And wouldn’t be coming in for a week, according to his mother. That gave him some relief. Now he was just browsing the usual news sites for anything that piqued his interest. Oooh...a new supercomputer? That sounded interesting.

So caught up in his browsing that Cloud Comp didn’t hear the lab door open.

Gilda walked in. Her grey backpack was over her shoulder. She wore somewhat tattered blue jeans, a slightly small black t-shirt that unfortunately (or fortunately for some stallions, or mares) emphasized her bust, even though she was clearly wearing a bra under the shirt. To counter this she wore her black leather jacket, to try and hide herself a bit.

It wasn’t hard to see the stallion sitting at one of the computers. He seemed the geeky, nerdy type. He also seemed to be absorbed with whatever the computer was showing. She shrugged and walked over to stand behind him. “S’up dweeb, looking at porn?”

“Gah!” the stallion jumped in his chair. He turned to look behind himself and saw that it was only Gilda, before sighing. “No,” he muttered, turning back to the screen. “Just looking up new things that happened in the world of tech while I was stuck in school. Kindly don’t insinuate that again, I don’t need to be banned from using the computers.”

“Incognito mode, dork.” She snorted. “So, you are…?”

“Oh, Cloud Comp, or CC,” he said, nodding at the hen. “And you’re Gilda. Hard not to know about the only griffon hen strong enough to put the men’s wrestling team in their place.”

Her chest and feathers puffed out proudly. “They’re just pussies. I’m pretty sure some of ‘em dope too. Not that it’ll do them any good.”

“Half of them have been suspended for a week because of that, yes,” CC nodded at his computer. “The coach is covering for them. Short of a police investigation, he’s not about to toss out his best players for ‘a little juice’.”

“Best players.” She gave air quotes. “Hmmph, so what’s the plan here?”

“Plan? You just walked in on my browsing session,” the stallion pointed out. Oh riiiight, he didn’t know.

“Aren’t you my tutor?” Gilda frowned down at him.

The stallion blinked. “Um. I am signed up to be a tutor, yes. Are you saying you need one?”

“More like I was voluntold to get tutoring.” She grunted. “Fuck, I expected Cranky to talk to you at least, fuckin’ embarrassing…” She grumbled.

“Ah. Okay then.” CC closed down his windows and turned to face Gilda more fully. “Okay, so, what tutoring do you need?”

“Math, maybe some science. Not doing particularly well in the math-sciencey stuff. Gonna get kicked off the team if I don’t get my grades up.” She continued to frown and walked over to the round table. She dropped her backpack on the table, and took off her jacket, which she immediately slung over the back of a chair. She turned around to look at him and propped a talon against her thigh. Her rather generous thigh. “So?”

“Just give me a moment to sign out over here,” the stallion said, striking a few keys and pulling a thumb drive out of the computer he was using. “Aaaand done.” He got up from the desk he was sitting at and actually paused as he looked at Gilda.

Heh, she still had it. Judging by the bulge in his pants, so did he. Maybe he’d be fun later.

The stallion shook his head and picked up his backpack, walking over to sit next to her. “Okay, pull out your books, let’s see what you’re on and how I can help,” he instructed.

Gilda sat down and unzipped her backpack. She pulled out a binder that was, for lack of a better word, was a mess of loose papers and various worksheets. She flipped it open and rifled through the papers. “The current stuff is here somewhere.”

“Okay, how about you pass me the book while you look through that, tell me what the last chapter you covered was, and I’ll open it up while you look for your homework?” CC suggested.

She pulled out the frayed textbook and handed it to him. “Here. It wassss….. Shit what were we doing?” She hummed as she flipped through her papers. An eye twitched a bit.

“This could take a bit,” the stallion noted. “Okay...first thing we’re gonna need to do is get you a new book,” he pointed out. “This one’s probably close to falling apart.”

“School only has so many and of course I got the ratty one.” She grunted. “Oh, here we go. This looks familiar.” She pulled out a sheet.

“Huh,” the stallion said, looking the sheet over. “Okay, this is...yeah, I can help with this sort of math.” He put the sheet down and looked at the griffon. “And if the school refuses to replace your book, you can just go around them, y’know?” he pointed out.

“What now? Dude, I can’t afford a new book.” She gave him a glare.

“Not what I’m talking about,” CC smirked. He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a phone with a camera lense. “Okay,” he said, flipping it open and flipping through some pages, taking photos all the while. “That’s enough evidence of that...compose a short e-mail...aaaaand…” He pushed a button. “There. I’ve just sent a nice, strongly worded letter to the supplies department about how they could afford to be spending more money on your book if this is the sort of treatment one of their sports stars gets. Oh, by the way, they have enough money to replace all the tattered books, they just choose not to because the principal loves to vacation in the south, and guess who gets first dibs on unspent money at the end of the year?”

“Oh yeah, I know. Jackass gets to vacation while his students have to deal with half-assed everything. What is this, jail? The cafeteria feels like it.” Gilda snorted, half-heartedly trying to organize her binder.

“That’s why I don’t eat lunch here,” the stallion pointed out. “I order ahead of time, go get it when we’re let out for lunch, pick it up, eat it, and come back for the next class. Unless the principal does something blatantly corrupt, I can’t change anything. And they’re always so careful.” He hummed for a moment. “I’ll order for you next time, what do you like?”

“Food?” She shrugged. “What do you like, and why would you buy me food in the first place? What do you want out of it?”

“Good diet helps concentration, and I dare you to find a good diet at this school,” CC pointed out.

“True, but you also dodged the questions.” Gilda pointed a talon at him while resting her beak on her other.

“I mostly just order personal pizzas from the strip joint down the road,” CC answered. “Whatever I’m in the mood for that day. As for what I want out of it, a more attentive you for when we do...this.” He gestured his arm at the mess in front of them.

“Oh, want me to be more attentive, stud?” She snorted. “You know, I’ll try. I’m not all that organized, if I’m being honest. Might need help with that too.”

“Ah, yeah, I forget not everyone’s OCD,” the stallion chuckled. “Okay. How about this? I’ll organize your binder while you ask me questions about what you had problems with, to start? Once it’s in order, you should find it easier to keep it that way.”

“Works for me.” She shrugged. “So-”

“Mmmph. This is so much nicer than school food.” Gilda hummed appreciatively as she stuffed pizza into her beak. “Thanks again CC. You sure we’re allowed in here during lunch?”

“Yeah, I have a deal with the librarian,” the stallion waved a hand. “We don’t mess up any library books, she’s fine with us eating in here during lunch. So, got any tests or quizzes coming up you need help with?”

“Got a Biology Test coming up.” Gilda nodded and pulled out her binder, now entirely organized and tagged by section. “Wanna help me learn about cellular reproduction, Dweeb?” She winked at him.

CC gulped. “I mean, that’s not all that hard to figure out,” he said carefully. The way she’d said it implied quite a few things. “Most cells reproduce the same way-”

“As do we.” She snorted. “I bet it’s not the only thing that’s hard.”

Okaaay. Griffon hen was veering into uncharted waters. Time to reel it back. “We could learn about viruses and bacteria, if you wanted, those are sort of tricky side-topics to cellular reproduct-” he tried.

“On the note of reproduction…” She smirked then paused and shook her head. “Eh… Sorry. Actually keep going. I probably need to pay attention.” She said with a small frown.

Whew. Crisis averted. Back to safer topics.

“Sorry.” She said again with a small blush through her feathers.

“Nah, it’s fine,” the stallion waved off her concerns. Well, at least today was going alright. The library was nice and peaceful. None of his usual bullies had figured out where he went during lunch yet.

“Hey, Buddy…” CC felt an arm go over his shoulder as he was switching out his binders for his next class. “How’s it goin’?”

Oh great. Lunkhead number three out of the school. This one wasn’t so bad. He didn’t have a backup squad or cheerleaders to egg him on. But he was...still an idiot. “Well it was going great,” the stallion muttered to himself.

“Good. Good. So, Buddy, since we’re friends, I need some money.” Lunkhead chuckled, smirking.

“Your definition of friend needs some work,” CC replied dryly. “And you’re the reason I don’t carry cash.”

“Welp. That sucks. Now I have to-”

“Hey, CC, Lunk, what are you two up to?” Gilda’s voice asked as CC felt her talon on his arm.

“I think Lunk was about to fail physics, trying to stuff me in a locker because I won’t pay the hall tax,” CC informed the griffon hen idly.

“Oh, hall tax, right.” Gilda nodded. “Mind letting go of my friend here?”

“H-hey Gilda. S-sure thing.” Lunkhead nodded quickly, quickly removing his arm from CC. “S-Sorry for uhhh bothering you, man. Y-you two have a great day.”

The stallion quickly beat a hasty retreat.

“Guys like him bother you a lot?” Gilda asked, frowning at the stallion as he left.

“Oh...just once a week,” CC answered evenly. “I’m used to it.” He shrugged a bit as he got out the materials for his next class from the locker before shutting it.

“Need some help with that? I mean, you’re helping me and I kinda feel like I wanna pay you back somehow.” Gilda said with a shrug.

“That’s...nice of you,” the stallion replied easily. “But it’s fi-”

“At- No. I’m not gonna let you just... be harrassed.” She snorted, frowning at him. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” She blinked. “And not be able to help with my school work, of course!” She added quickly.

“Hey, I’m not gonna stop you if you want to help me out,” the stallion snorted. “Sure. I could use a bodyguard.”

Gilda grinned at him. “Great.”

“Been any bully problems lately?” Gilda asked as she sat across the table from CC, her head resting on her talons. She was wearing a… particularly revealing low-cut v-neck for whatever reason. And she also happened to be resting her bust on the table. There was also a notable blush on her cheeks.

“No, most of them seem to have learned that you’re my new guardian griff,” the stallion answered easily, turning the page of the book he was reading. He glanced up at her, blushed a bit as well, and then coughed a few times as he refocused on the book.

“Ummm… Notice something you like?” She asked a little awkwardly.

“I notice that you’ve apparently said ‘screw the dress code’ today,” CC managed to eke out.

“I… might have been wanting to get some attention….” She blushed harder. “CC, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s giving you trouble?” the stallion asked, paying a bit more attention to her now. “Area of an irregular shape? Wind resistance formula for physics?”

Her voice lowered a bit. “Am I… Am I pretty?”

CC considered for a moment. “Everyone has their own standards,” he pointed out. “Some people find looks to be important. Others are attracted to money as the best standard of nabbing a successful partner.”

“Well… Do you think I’m attractive?” She didn’t meet his eyes.

“Well, you’re a strong female,” the stallion pointed out. “But I don’t go for strength. Nor am I attracted to money.”

“Okay.” She said quietly, nodded, then rifled through her backpack. “What should we work on?”

“How about letting me finish?” the stallion pointed out with a raised brow. “I go for two things. Brains and heart. And your grades might make you think you’re stupid, but I know you’re not. You just need things explained to you differently. You’re a very hands-on type of learner. Most of us are a mix of the two. I can read about something and know what’s going to happen. Just because we learn differently doesn’t mean you’re an idiot, and once I helped you start learning properly, I began to learn that you’re very intelligent, which is very attractive. I can see you running your own gym or sports team when you get done with schooling.”

Her blush returned. “Oh… Okay then. Ahem… Right… Yeah…” She appeared more than a little flustered, as her feathers had poofed out. She shivered and took a breath. “Yeah, I guess I am a real hands on learner.” She cleared her throat, and did not meet his eyes. “Want… Ehm… Want me to be more hands on with… -fuck- Ummm... you?” She stammered our blushing fiercely. “I still wanna pay your back properly for helping me.”

“I should probably be still paying you back for being my bodyguard,” the stallion countered. “That’s how I know you have a good heart as well. You didn’t ask for anything, you just decided ‘this is wrong, I’m going to fix it.’ Honestly, you’re making yourself stand out like a beacon to people like me.”

“I’m not sure about that.” She mumbled.

“In any case, you still need a bit more help to pass your next test, so let’s-”

“Gilda! Know you’re in here!” A burly, brutish, brown stallion in jeans and a jersey stormed into the computer lab. His eyes focused on Gilda. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Gilda actually growled and pushed from the table before getting up. “Slab. I’m in the middle of tutoring, can you complain to me later?”

The stallion’s eyes jumped from Gilda to CC. “You’re spending your time with this weak-ass pansy instead of being with the team when we need you?”

“Yeah, because I want to make sure I can still be on the team, dumbass.” Gilda rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Fuck that. Coach can just vouch for you. And why are you dressed like such a slut?” Slab snorted.

“Oh fuck right the hell off.” Gilda deadpanned. “I happen to want to be feminine from time to time. I’m a girl, in case you forgot. Or should I remind you that a girl is the one who can pin the whole team?”

CC watched the whole exchange with eyes glued to both of them like it was a ping-pong match. Fortunately, the moment he’d realized who had been coming into the lab, he’d set his phone to record in case he said anything useful. Or in case he needed to use Slab’s own words against him.

“Oh sure, you can now. We just need the right stuff.” Slab said, smirking as he puffed out his chest and stood up straight.

“Slab…” Gilda face-taloned. “I can keep you down or even win by technicals alone. I’m not taking a damn thing. Why do you think taking more, or different steroids will change that?”

“Coach says it will, so it will.” Slab said, setting his jaw as he nodded.

“CC, say, what’s that line from that one guy about insanity? Like what happens when you do things the same?” Gilda glanced back at CC.

“Ah. Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?” the stallion at the desk smirked, affecting an accent as he got into the role. “It’s when you do the same shit, over and over, and expect things to change.”

“Yeah that.” She pointed at him then looked back to Slab. “Coach is crazy and he’s playing a dangerous game. Oh, and don’t even get me started on what all those drugs are gonna do to your dick.”

“Nothin’s gonna happen. Coach says he’s getting some natural stuff this time.” Slab countered.

“Oh, sure, of course. Natural. Yeah, you believe that.” Gilda shook her head. “Now do you need anything else, or can I get back to studying?”

“Fuck you, Gilda. Enjoy sucking off the nerd. Bitch.” Slab stormed out as much as he’d stormed in.

“Dick.” Gilda grunted.

“So, school’s closed for how long again?” Gilda asked as she sat in her car, and leaned out the window.

“I think a week while they work out who to replace the principal with,” CC answered, a smirk on his face. “The PE coach’s been arrested for distributing illegal steroids. Someone told the investigators which lockers to check, and fingerprints showed the coach’s hands touched all the bottles. All those emails and recordings linked the principal to it because he wanted more funding, which he could only get with a more successful sports program. Oh, and someone managed to get into the financials, finally, and distributed that to the police department as well. All the embezzling doesn’t look good for the idiots in charge.”

“Way to go stud. Wanna hop in? We need to hang out, like not for studying. Maybe I’ll reward you for doing so much for me and everyone.” She winked at him while chuckling.

“I mean I was just gonna head home and see if I can’t figure out new stuff on my Minecraft world,” CC pointed out. “But if you wanna hang out, I’ve got a few games I’m no good at. We could play them together and fail miserably, order pizza to be delivered.” He kicked the ground. “I’m not real sociable,” he admitted. “I prefer to hang out with people I know, doing things together.”

“Sounds good to me.” She nodded, jerking her head towards the passenger side door. “You ever have a girl over?”

“Nah, my parents would be so happy I’m making friends,” the stallion rolled his eyes as he walked over to the door. “They’ve tried to get me to go to any of the crazy shit that happens on the weekend, and frankly, I like my liver too much to get involved with that.”

“I now wanna see you when you’re drinking.” She giggled, actually giggled. “Would you parents mind if you had a girl in your room with you, all alone together?”

“Again, they’d be happy I was being sociable at all,” CC closed the door and buckled up. “They think me not having any friends is abnormal. Frankly I have plenty of friends online, which is the usual distance I feel comfortable with people.” He paused and then looked at Gilda. “You don’t count,” he admitted. “You’ve gone out of your way to make sure I’m happy. Frankly, you can get as close as you want to me.”

Gilda glanced at the street as she pulled out and started down the street. “Oh, as close as I want huh. Want me to be close to you? Do I make you feel safe?”

“I’m sorry, have you looked at our sports teams?” CC asked with a raised brow. “They’d give prehistoric ponies a run for their money in the ‘who has less brains’ competition.”

“HA!” Gilda barked a laugh. “So, A, where are we headed, and B, CC do you have any sex drive at all?”

“Uh, right here, my house is on the right after like five minutes,” the stallion directed the griffon. “And yeah, I just...typically keep it bottled up until I know I’m alone to take care of it. I have no idea how to handle a relationship. Much less a sexual one.”

“Kay.” Gilda nodded. “Hmmm, be honest, have you whacked it to me before?”

All she got in response was an ‘eep’.

“Is that a yes?” She asked, glancing over at him. “I’m gonna get this out of you.”

CC blushed harder, squirming into the seat as though he could disappear.

“CC…” She said slowly. “Aren’t you comfortable enough with me at this point?”

“Well yeah, but it’s still,” the pegasus blushed as his wings tried to shield him from view even around his seatbelt. “A bit private,” he squeaked. “I mean, I don’t ask you about your sex life.”

“Well, would you like to?” She asked, now blushing herself. “I mean, fairs fair, right?”

“Well, I have...a complete lack of one,” CC volunteered. “And I may have… lookedupwhetheraponyandgriffoncanbreed,” he said the last part all at once.

“CC, I’ll be blunt. I haven’t had sex. To be honest, it’s probably because I intimidate people.” She said, blushing brighter. “I do get off, I mean, who doesn’t, but I’m waiting. For whatever reason, I am interested in you. So, I’m gonna ask again. Have you whacked it to me?”

“...Put it this way,” the stallion countered. “The last week’s worth of search history on my computer late at night has been about sexy griffon hens getting stuffed by ponies.”

“CC, wanna play games when we get to your place, or would you rather do…. A little mutual exploring?” Gilda asked, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“That’s the place, right there,” the stallion pointed to one driveway in particular. “And, well...We can do whatever you want to do,” he answered the hen. “You won’t hear me saying no. Heck, I’d probably say yes a little too fast, which is why I’m not: I don’t trust myself. Me and restraint aren’t words that go well together.”

Gilda pulled in and looked over at him, still blushing furiously. “I’ll say this then. No sex. No anal. No bjs. But everything else is on the table. How’s that sound?”

“...To use a metaphor, it’s like taking me out to a really fancy restaurant and giving me half a menu,” the stallion blushed. “Heck, I probably still couldn’t afford what you are offering, and yet I want to know the rest of the options that I can’t have.”

“CC. Dweeb. We can get there. Eventually.” Gilda gulped, he could see her actually shivering a little. “Right now, I kinda just wanna be…. I don’t know, intimate?”

“Idea,” the stallion offered. “I’ll keep my pants on and you can show me what you want me to touch by taking off your clothes. Then when you’ve had your fill of me exploring you, you put your clothes on and strip me so that there’s never a chance of...anything, happening.”

The hen nodded. “Deal.”

Things were a little different now. By the end of the week, both had learned quite a bit more about each other, and when school came back into session there was a new couple. A new couple that didn’t actively say that they were a couple to the public, but it was rather heavily implied.

For Gilda, she was happy. Very happy in fact, not that her rather rough nature didn’t affect everyone else, she just happened to de-prickle when around her boyfriend.

And for CC, he happened to perk up and become less of a recluse when Gilda was around. He was seen sometimes actually talking to other people in the halls or at lunch, as long as the griffon hen was nearby to soothe his mind.

“So, Gilda, what are your plans for after school?” CC asked, one of the rare times they were having lunch in the lunchroom. The quality had improved enough to attract them back, and they no longer needed to run from bullies. They just...liked to be alone together in the library sometimes.

“Like today, or in general?” Gilda asked, blinking at him blankly.

“The second one,” the stallion admitted. “I mean, with the new principal, your grades are acceptable the way they were, before the whole tutoring thing. So I guess I just wanted to know what your plan for life was now.”

“College probably, I don’t know, running a gym, maybe running a sports team, or maybe… clutch or three by your fat cock a fair few times~” She winked at him.

CC blushed. Ever since the week off, they’d gotten...close. No actual sex, but they knew each other’s buttons. Embarrassingly, he had far more than she did. And she loved to tease him about his views. “Gildaaaa,” he whined. “Not in public.”

“Whaaaaat…? Don’t you wanna swell my toned stomach with eggs?” She leaned in smirking at him.

“We’re not even out of school yet,” he pointed out.

“True.” She pointed at him. “But fantasies are hot, and so am I.”

“Gilda, if you were any hotter, you’d be on fire,” CC argued back.

“Wanna come around the table and feel how hot I am?” She asked, just quiet enough for him to hear. “Or would you rather do that in the library?”

“...I’m pretty sure the librarian, even if she knew it was me that got her the funding for new books, would kick us out of there if she suspected we were doing anything like that,” CC mused aloud.

“That wasn’t a no~” She said, getting up and walking around the table to sit in his lap. CC blushed, he knew she’d be able to feel how hard he was thanks to her talk through his pants and-

...Was, she wearing panties under that skirt?

She noticed his look, winked at him, stood up, and glanced around to see if anyone was looking. “I never wear anything so girly, but…” She flicked her skirt up.

Okay that was worse than not wearing panties. It was...that was a string! Everything was just highlighted! And now CC was harder than ever.

She sat back down, her virtually bare ass sandwiched his tent quite nicely. Then she proceeded to drag her tray towards her new seat. Her movements caused her to grind against him.

“F-fuck, Gilda,” the stallion whimpered. He was pretty sure there was going to be a stain on his pants. He was also pretty sure this pair of underwear was a write-off.

“Gonna mess yourself?” Gilda asked calmly, glancing over her shoulder at him.

“No...you’re not talking in the past tense, that’s your problem,” the stallion muttered.

“Damn Dweeb, already?” She snickered. “Care to go for two?”

“No that’s...just the pre,” the stallion muttered. Ever since she’d come to be his girlfriend, he’d...been more productive. “Haven’t had a one yet…”

“Well want one, here, now, where anyone could see?” She leaned back against his chest, rubbing over him again.

“I...kinda do and don’t,” he admitted. “I kinda wanna do it with you, but not where we could be seen or interrupted.” He’d also learned a lot of self control thanks to her love of teasing him.

“We’ve got more than enough time, wanna go to the computer lab?” She asked. “For old time’s sake?”

“It...should be deserted right about now,” he agreed. “Do we finish lunch first or-”

Gilda got up, picked up her tray, walked over to a trash can, and dumped her barely touched food into it. Then she walked over to the doors and put the tray on the stack of other trays.

Her stallion was less than five seconds behind her. What? One had to appreciate that ass when it was walking.

“Yeah, yeah, drink it in dweeb.” Gilda chuckled as she glanced back towards him. She paused a moment as a group of cheerleaders walked by. They gave the pair a knowing look, and giggled when Gilda groped her stallion.

Damn, but that third leg joke was aptly applied to him. Now all she had to do was get him to not blush when she did that.

The pair made it to the computer lab without any incident. As she walked towards the table, there was a noticeable sway to her hips.

“So, um...we’re...doing, what, here?” CC asked with a squeak when she turned to look at him.

“Well, my adorable little stallion, what do you want to do?” She asked with a wink.

“Well, I mean...you know the sorts of things I want…” he muttered. “But I’m not gonna-”

“CC. Do whatever you want. You get to be in control, for once.” She giggled and walked towards him, her tail flicking as she did.

“O-Oh,” CC blushed. “Um...well, we have to be fast, lunch won’t last forever,” he pointed out. “So, uh...maybe I just stick my cock out of my pants and we screw standing up?”

“Bad Boy.” She hummed, turned around, and leaned against the table with her talons and spread her legs a bit. Her tail raised her skirt.

...When had she snapped her panties off?

Silly question, they were barely there to begin with.

Gilda heard an unzipping noise, and it wasn’t long before her boyfriend was grabbing her ass with his hands.

“Oh, you’re so excited.” She cooed. “Like squeezing that ass?”

“It’s one of the only places where fat manages to hide on you,” the stallion pointed out. One of his hands trailed up to grip around her hips as something fat, flat, and thick landed between her asscheeks. His other hand took to aiming that familiar object.

“True. But, I’m actually okay with that.” She sighed as her legs trembled. She felt his dickhead trail down...press against her puffy pussy lips...and then the flat head was trying to press through.

“Warn me if it hurts?” CC asked.

“You stretch me so good though…” She moaned back. “Please…”

There was a thrust from eager hips, and half his thick, fat cock was inside her in an instant, stretching her wiiiide.

Her back arced as she gave a quiet chirp.

“Yeah, you’re good,” the stallion chuckled, taking a step forward and slowly pushing the rest of his cock into the hen. Well, most of it. The head hit a barrier with a wet slap.

“AGH! CC!” She gasped out in shock, with a small wince of pain.

“Fuck, sorry,” he hissed. “Okay. Stepping back. Forgot you can’t take it al-”

She pressed back hard, giving out another chirp. “Don’t pull back! I want as much as I can take!” She gasped out.

“That’d hurt you,” the stallion pointed out, but duly stopped trying to draw back. “I mean, you don’t have stretchy insides.”

“Just… J-just let me get used to it.” She groaned. “C-could you…. Hold me?”

The stallion smirked, and helped Gilda stand up so that her back was to his chest, the cock never leaving her as most of it throbbed away inside her. While that was happening, his hands busied themselves with her tits, groping them through her...he hesitated to call it a shirt. And he could feel the lack of a bra.

“B-baby. Oh B-baby…” She mewled at his attentions. He felt her tunnel squeezing him. Her juices started to roll down his cock.

“You. Are a dirty bird,” the stallion whispered in her ear. One hand played with her tit, while the other trailed over her stomach, then pressed down on the slight bulge he was making in the hen.

“Y-yeah.” She breathed and nodded quickly.

“You’re on birth control, yes?” CC asked with a bit more seriousness to his tone.

“H-have been.” She nodded again, digging her talons into the table.

“...That’s not a ‘yes,’” he pointed out. “...You didn’t stop taking it, did you?”

“N-not gonna stop taking them until I’m out of high school. Th-this year c-can’t end soon enough. O-oh fuck- CC…” She hissed, tensing her muscles around him.

“That’s good,” the stallion breathed. “Okay then.” He gripped Gilda around the hips and sloooowly drew back the barest bit of an inch...before hammering his cock up again.

She jerked as her wings flared. “CC!”

“That’s my name~” the stallion smiled. “Mmm...can’t handle the whole thing, I said. Give it to me, you said. And look where that got us.” He shifted his hips around, the length grinding against Gilda’s walls.

“M-close- Please- M-so hot!” She gasped out.

“Let’s play a game,” the stallion teased. “How about...you act like this when we get home half the time, and the other half the time, you can hold the reins, hmm?” One of his hands teased her breast, finding a nipple and flicking it.

“S-switching d-dom and s-sub?” She gasped. “S-sounds g-good… H-heh. D-does CC like being in c-control?”

“Well, you’re such a sexy bitch, G,” CC pointed out. “Sometimes I want to feel like you’re my sexy bitch, and sometimes I don’t mind being your stud.” He leaned in and breathed on her neck, teasing her with the closeness.

“O-oh… Mmmmm…. I-I’m a sexy b-bitch…” She groaned out. “I-I’m your sexy bitch.”

“Good sexy bitches get bred,” the stallion warned the hen. His cock twitched, and that and the words were the only warning Gilda got before she felt herself being flooded with stallion spunk. Her hips bucked as she came with him. Her tunnel clamped down, squeezing him and making his cock the cork to her pressurized bottle. With nowhere else to go…

She really did start swelling like a balloon.

“O-OH! CC! AH!” She tried to stifle her moans. “W-we’re g-gonna m-make a m-mess!”

“Hmm, that poses a problem,” the stallion mused. “And I’d really like to not get in trouble…” Of course, he didn’t stop cumming for a moment.

“I-I can t-try to h-hold it.” She stammered, slumping a little, holding herself up by the table.

“At least until you get to a bathroom to let it-” CC began to nod in agreement.

“W-want me… Want me to h-hold it?” She asked, shaking.

“Wha-Gilda, you can’t be thinking of trying to hold it all day!” the stallion blanched. “I don’t care what sort of control you’re on, that’s asking for trouble!”

“Then p-pull out. I should probably find a bathroom.” She chuckled softly.

“...Gilda, you are on birth control, right?” the stallion deadpanned. “I’m not knocking you up before you leave high school, am I?”

“... Yes. Yes, I’m on birth control.” She nodded. “Though the thought is appealing.”

“Whew,” the stallion huffed. “Not that I wouldn’t appreciate it, I just...would like to be closer to graduating before I have to look after kids,” he clarified. “Also...just about...there.” He eased his cock out of the hen, and barely a trickle of seed followed. Huh, apparently she was holding it all.

“I’m not ovulating, Dweeb.” She straightened up, though her legs looked shaky.

“Yeah, how much did we just miss it by?” the stallion countered.

Gilda glared. “Two weeks.”

“Oh good, nothing to worry about then,” the stallion sighed. “Well, let’s get you to a bathroom so that you don’t have to carry it around all day.”

“I might need to lean on you.” She grumbled as she walked over to him.

“I don’t get the point of this game.” Gilda sighed as she laid on CC’s bed, she glanced from the TV to him and back. “You’re punching that tree, why now?”

“I need the wood,” the stallion replied succinctly. “Plus, this world’s seed is supposed to be crazy good for someone like me. In theory I should get all sorts of things right near spawn.”

“Okay…” She rolled her eyes. “Seriously we could fuck then five minutes later you’d be back here.” She snorted.

“Oh no, you want to see the sorts of things I get up to, let me show you my old world,” the stallion said, saving and then loading up a different file. “This...is my world.”

What? It was...a load of random things just laid out on the surface. And was that a flying castle?

“What the fuck am I looking at?” She raised a brow.

“Iron farm, bee apiary, villager ant farm, and what you’re not seeing is an automatic skeleton grinder and slime maker under the surface. Oh, that’s the trading hall, and that’s an automatic carrot farm,” the stallion pointed out. “And up in the castle I have all sorts of automatic miniature farms for everything I could want.”

“I didn’t understand a word of that.” She blinked, furrowing her brow at him.

“Basically...you can play this game like a scrub, and do everything manually, orrr…” the stallion positioned his character so he was looking at how his iron farm worked. “You can understand the mechanics of it so well that you know that a zombie in a minecart will scare villagers into making an iron golem, and know how to kill said golem...forever. All the iron you’d ever need.” He smirked. “You can farm almost anything.”

“Okay. Huh, you’re cute when you’re enthusiastic about stuff.” Gilda smiled, looking at him.

“I mean…” CC blushed a bit. “I know how to run a game so that I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, and all the resources just flow in,” he pointed out. “Very little mining, lots of crafting, plenty of building. I want to get better at the building part.”

Gilda got up and sat down next to him. She patted her lap. “Sit.”

CC raised a brow, but shuffled over so that he was sitting in the hen’s lap. “Okay, what-”

She hugged him and rested her beak on his shoulder, but slid a talon into his pants. “Go ahead and keep playing and talking.”

The stallion gulped. “Well I mean, I was planning on putting a wall around the farms so that mobs couldn’t get in,” he said. “And I also want to make a piston door so that only I know how to work it…”

“Mmmmm cool.” She said, rubbing her talons over his sheath.

“I mean, what with the slime farm and all,” the stallion blushed a bit. “I can make all the sticky pistons I want to make.”

“And what do you do with those?” She asked, rubbing over his balls, then teasing his base.

“Well they, uh, stick...to blocks,” the stallion panted. “Meaning they can move things around. So if I wanted to make a solid door that opens and closes, they would be the way to do it.”

“Show me.” She smiled, stroking him slowly as his shaft came out.

“Ah, sure, let me just...get to the redstone testing world,” the stallion bit his lip as she worked him up. A quick file change, and it was a blank world indeed, but that just meant he could show off all the devices he’d created. A three by three piston door was shown to open and close all at once with the push of a button. “See, that’s what I want to put in my wall, but it’d need to be thick enough to hide all the redstone,” he managed to say.

“I see.” She said, feeling him getting harder. She squeezed the base of his shaft a little. “Who’s my adorable little engineer?”

“Gildaaaa,” the stallion squeaked. “I’m trying to concentra-”

She quickly stroked up his entire shaft, and ran her talon back down just as fast. “Can’t concentrate Dweeb?” She teased.

“N-not when you’re acting like that,” he admitted. “Fuck, it’s like you’re trying to get me to ruin another set of pants.”

“Well then..” She slid her other talon down and unzipped his pants. With a tug she pulled his cock out and stroked him slowly. “Better?”

“For a given definition,” CC hissed. “Fuck...you could have just said you wanted to be fucked, G.”

“What, can’t I enjoy stroking my stallion’s meat?” She chuckled, playfully squeezing his base.

“I think you’re just doing it to tease me now,” CC pointed out easily. When around Gilda, you either learned self control or died of a nosebleed.

“Would you prefer to stick your dick in something instead?” She asked. “Or between some things?”

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” the stallion warned. “Goodness knows you’re good at pushing my buttons. If I hadn’t seen the receipt for the birth control I’d be worried about all that breeding-talk you make sometimes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was wondering if you wanted to fuck my tits.” Gilda asked, leaning back and tugging her shirt up and off.

“Well you did say ‘in something,’” the stallion pointed out. “It’s almost like that control is making you horny in exchange for no kids.” He paused for a moment. “Or you’re just always horny.”

“A part of option A, part of Option B.” Gilda snorted, still stroking him.

“Okay, look, I can’t focus on the game while you’re doing that,” CC commented, moving to close out of it.

”Should I apologise, or are you gonna make me pay for disrupting your game time?” Gilda asked, reaching back to undo her bra with her free talon.

“...If I keep gaming, what happens?” the stallion asked warily.

“You sit on the bed, keep playing, and I shove your dick in my tits.” She replied. “Or would you rather fuck my tits?”

“You realize afterwards I’m going to screw you hard enough to where you’re leaking my cum, right?” CC pointed out. “Wouldn’t want you to go without some attention.”

“Well if you put it that way, want me to strip?” She asked, nipping his ear.

“You talk like that wasn’t already your plan,” CC groaned, screwing his eyes shut to concentrate on not cumming.

She let go of his cock. “Get up, let me get out of these pants.”

The stallion let out a sigh of relief as he stood up. Okay, the teasing was stopping, right? Surely she just-

She stepped over, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, hooked the waistband with her thumbs, and tugged them down, bending over while she did. Her bare ass and plump, dripping pussy were in his face even as she stepped out of her jeans and panties.

“G you have no idea how hard it is to not pin you to the bed and screw you right now,” the stallion whimpered. Aw, how cute. He thought he was being noble and shit.

Her head craned around and an eye stared lustfully at him as she grabbed her ass and spread herself.

Well...that was going to be an afternoon well spent. One that would leave Gilda sore. She was getting better at taking his cock, to be sure.

“CC! CC!” Gilda shouted as she burst into the computer lab. She was holding a paper. “CC! I got an A plus!” She raced over to the surprised stallion.

“Well fuck, I guess my unorthodox method of tutoring you works,” the stallion smiled at her, inviting her to come closer for a hug with open arms.

She hugged him fiercely, even picking him up off the ground. “Thank you- Thank you- Thank you!”

“Ack! Need...air!” CC tried to tap out a few times.

“Sorry!” She yelped and dropped him.

“Gilda!” Came a shout from outside.

“Fucking hell.” Gilda grumbled as Lunk burst in.

“I got kicked off the team because of you!” The stallion steamed.

Gilda turned around, putting herself between CC and the large meathead. “No, you got kicked off cause you were a dumbass and doped.”

“Everything was fine before you fucked everything up.” Lunk pointed at her.

“Everything was terrible before the school got investigated.” Gilda gave him a disbelieving look. “Are you on more drugs than just steroids? What kind of world do you live in where shit textbooks and shit lunches and a principal walking away with thousands of dollars a year is a good thing?”

“The kind of world where he was going to go to college on a scholarship because of his stellar sports performance,” CC said in a tone drier than the desert.

“Don’t you start, string bea-” Lunk thrust out a finger only for Gilda to grab his hand and pull the stallion into an arm lock. A painful arm lock.

“And you don’t get to say shit to my coltfriend, deal? Deal.” She shoved him away. “Now kindly fuck off. I was just about to celebrate with my big dicked coltfriend.”

“He’s probably not that big.” Lunk tried to get a barb out as he winced and left the lab.

“...I thiiiink I know why he keeps coming back,” CC said with a flinch. “He and I share a health class, and the one point where he paid attention was sex ed. Some idiot started a rumor that griffons respond to dominance displays. He probably thinks he just has to pin you before he can fuck you.” The stallion shrugged. “He never was very bright.”

Gilda slowly turned around. She blinked. Then she gagged. “Ugh! Just- Ugh! No!” She violently shook her head.

“Yeah, that’s a mood-killer,” CC agreed. “Sorry, but he’s thick enough that it’ll take someone beating the truth into him before he’ll stop.”

“Hey, it’s fine. He’s just a dumbass.” She snorted then smiled at him. “Nice one-liner by the way.”

“Huh? Oh, I guess so,” CC shrugged. “In any case, back to why you came here...great work on the test, G. Nice to see you improving.”

“All thanks to you, Dweeb.” She grinned, hugging him again, this time much more softly.

“Hey, I mean, you put in the work,” the stallion said with a smile, hugging her back. “You coulda said no,” he pointed out. “You coulda decided not to go through with it. Hell, you coulda called it off after the investigation. But you stuck with it and me.”

“How could I not, you’re more amazing than I originally gave you any credit for.” She smiled. “And having a massive dick is a bit of a bonus.” She snorted and paused for a second. “But not the only reason I stayed!” She added quickly.

“Oh I’m sure,” CC deadpanned. “As you keep pointing out, I’m ‘cute’ when I’m flustered.” Then he smirked. “And you’re cute when you chirp when you’re getting your brains fucked out.”

“I do not chirp.” Gilda countered, her feathers ruffling.

CC picked up his phone, scrolled through some menus, and then hit play on an audio file.

“Who’s a dirty bird?”

“I am...I’m y-your dirty-”

There was a chirping noise. CC looked smug.

“Fuck you too.” Gilda glared at him.

“I think that’s what we were doing in that clip,” the stallion mused idly, turning his phone off and putting it away.

She continued to glare, only for a blush to grow on her feathers. She was actually pouting.

“Aww, who’s a cute bird?” CC cooed, drawing Gilda into a hug and gently rubbing her back.

She leaned against him. “...Me.” She grumbled.

“Mhm,” CC smiled, wrapping his wings around the pair of them. “There we aaaare. Hugs are nice, hmm?”

“Yeah…” She admitted.

“Wonder how the rest of the team would react to the knowledge that the big scary hen just likes to cuddle,” CC mused aloud.

“Don’t you fucking dare…” She growled, squeezing him a little. “Chirping is embarrassing enough…”

“I wouldn’t do that to you,” the stallion promised. “Still. It’s nice that you don’t feel the need to dress...differently to get my attention.” He kissed the hen on the cheek before looking at the ceiling. “Now if we could go a day without you trying to get me to fuck in public…”

“I will try. That’s all I can say.” She replied. “Also, there was that one day that I wore that v-neck top to get your attention.”

“Well it worked,” CC pointed out. “We’re going out, aren’t we?”

“Yeah.” She pulled away and looked at him, giving him a slightly confused look. “We have been.”

“So there you go, you got my attention alright,” CC smirked, one hand going down to her butt and squeezing.

“Mmph!” She jumped a little.

“So, only a few months to finals and then graduation, so we’d better cram for those tests,” the stallion pointed out, slowly folding his wings back up and letting go of the griffon.

“Cramming in more than one way.” She chuckled. “Like cramming your fat cock into my snatch.”

“Gilda, these are important,” CC countered. “You pass these tests, it’ll make up for all your bad grades and you’ll be passable for your last year.”

“Fine, fine. You’ve got a point.” She sighed and followed him over to the table. “For you I’ll properly cram.”

“Mhm, I need to review a few things myself as well,” the stallion admitted. “So we’ll study in silence today.”

Gilda was still in her graduation robe as she sat in her car. “CC. I did it.” She said, sounding a little stunned.

“Yup, you graduated,” the stallion praised her. He’d worn something under his robe and had shrugged it off earlier. Benefits of being called sooner. Still, he’d waited for the hen, she’d said he’d be his ride back, and his parents had been thrilled that he still had such a good friend in her. “Did you think you wouldn’t?”

“Beginning of the year? Honestly, yeah. Then you came along.” Gilda nodded, smiling at him. “Should we go somewhere to celebrate?”

“I dunno, where did you want to go?” the stallion asked with a quirked brow. “I mean, we could go to my place, or yours, or-”

“CC. I have something to show you.” She said, sounding oddly serious. She dug around in the bag she used as her purse and handed him something. CC’s other brow raised as he looked at the item in question.

“Two lines.” She said, sounding a little scared now. “Y-you did say wait until after school.”

“G, didn’t you say you were on birth control until-” CC’s face started to drain of color.

Gilda snorted as her grim facade cracked. “I’m kidding.” She took the test and actually wiped off one of the lines. “Pen.” She showed him the pregnancy test with a single line. “I’m sorry, it was a bad joke, but, it felt right at the time.”

“Don’t scare me like that, G,” the stallion sighed, relaxing visibly.

“However, Dweeb, would you be… against… pumping me full of your eggs?” She asked, sticking the test back in her bag.

“After getting to know you these past few months?” the stallion said, putting one arm around Gilda’s shoulder and drawing her close enough so he could kiss her cheek. “Not at all,” he promised. “I just didn’t want it to be so sudden. I’d thought for a moment the birth control had failed.”

“Well, now I’m not gonna give it a chance to fail. I’m not on it anymore.” Gilda announced. “I’m gonna pin you to your bed and make sure it won’t be needed for the next nine months.”

CC gulped. “Gilda, are you saying-” he started to ask.

Gilda tugged at the hem of her robe and tugged it up and off and threw it in the back seat.

Gilda. Was completely naked.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll get pulled over for-” the stallion started to protest. Only for her to climb over him and straddle him.

“Tinted windows, Dweeb.” She smirked, virtually shoving her tits in his face. He sputtered a bit and managed to lean back enough to make himself heard.

“Next thing you’ll tell me is that the car drives itself,” he pointed out. “Just so you can bone me while we head to my home.”

“I wish.” She sighed. “But I figured, round one of… fuck if I know can be here. Two can be at your place. Three can be in the morning. Four can be… whenever.” She smiled down at him. “How’s that sound?”

“...An awful lot like you plan to move in and be nothing but horny until something better happens,” the stallion observed. “Did you pack clothes at all?”

She pointed over his shoulder. “Couple days worth of clothes and toiletries in a bag on the back seat. Though, moving in does sound appealing. I’m not stupid. Much as I thought of myself not long ago. Though...” She smirked at him. “Who needs clothes when I’ll be painted in stallion spunk?”

“Oh my parents will love that idea,” CC muttered. “What, next thing you’ll say is you got us both collars or some-”

“Pfft! No!” She waved a talon while starting to grind against his lap. “No, no, no.” She shook her head. “I just got me one labeled brood hen. You don’t need one, Stud.”

“...Gilda, is one of your fantasies walking around naked in my home wearing nothing but the collar?” the stallion asked slowly.

There was a long pause.

“...Maybe.”

“Uh huh.” CC raised a brow. “And does it continue into me being somewhere, you walking in, and me bending you over the nearest piece of furniture to fuck a load of eggs into you?”

Gilda let out a small pant. “Yes…”

“Okay, I’ll make you a deal,” the stallion said. “Get the collar on right now, and round one can be you sucking me off while I drive us home. And when we get there, we leave your clothes in the car.”

Gilda immediately clambered into the back seat and dug around in her bag. She was giving CC quite the view as well.

“Ummm what would your parents think of you walking in with me naked and wearing a collar?” Gilda took a moment to ask.

CC had shifted himself to the driver’s seat and used the chance to look at her in the rear view mirror. “I don’t know why they’d care, you’re not leaving my room until you start swelling with eggs,” he countered.

Her legs shuddered as she shifted into the passenger seat, now clearly wearing a black leather collar with a hanging silver tag.

“Mmm, I don’t live that far from here,” he pointed out, unzipping his pants and letting his already hard cock free. “So really you’re just getting me as wet as you are before we nip into my home for an endless fuck-fest.”

“O-oh fuck me…” Gilda breathed as she leaned over and slowly started taking his shaft into her beak.

The car rumbled into life as they pulled out of the parking lot, headed for CC’s home. “Actually, good point,” he managed to talk over the sounds of Gilda slurping up his musky shaft. “I forgot to tell you. My parents are letting me rent the house from them while they look for a new place to live. They know I want to stay here, I grew up here, so they’ll take care of upkeep and leave me to my own devices. But they’re wanderers, and they want to explore new places. So...we have the house alllll to ourselves, broodhen~”

Gilda’s head popped back up. “So, about you mentioning moving in….”

“I expect you to pay your rent every nine months once I’m done making a deposit in you,” he joked.

“Oh, you think you’re funny Dweeb?” Her brow raised and she dove down onto his cock, filling her mouth and her throat. So much that she had to start swallowing.

“I think I’m hilarious, especially once I start looking into handcuffs and spreader bars. Totally planning on that, so that you can’t ever not be ready to breed,” the stallion riposted.

Her talons grabbed the base of his shaft and his sack, and squeezed.

“Fuck, easy on the goods, darling,” the stallion hissed.

In response she bobbed her head, stroked his base, and fondled at his balls.

“Still, I think we should break in our new bedroom,” the stallion posed. “Got a new mattress coming in, I’ve burned the old sheets and put new ones on, and there’s plenty of rope lying around for probably just this purpose.”

There was a small gagging noise as Gilda tugged her head off him. “You try to tie me up first thing and I will pin you so fast. Don’t make me turn you into my bitch for the night.”

“Okay, okay, no more jokes,” the stallion promised. “But I’m fucking you in every room of the house at least once.”

“Correction,” the hen posed. “You’re making me cum in every room of the house, preferably on something so we can mark it as mine.”

“Girl, I am going to breed you from the basement to the roof so that we can’t tell the hatchlings anything about how they were made, simply because we’ll have made so much of a mess,” CC smirked.

“You and breeding. How much griffon on stallion porn did you watch before we started dating?” Gilda snorted, raising a brow, yet still stroking him.

“Eh...five hours worth?” CC answered easily. “Oh, house is up there,” he noted out loud.

“Good to know.” Gilda chuckled. “Hmmm, say, you ever thought about watching porn together?”

“I mean, I could pull up those sites and throw it onto the TV so we could watch it,” CC posed, pulling into the driveway. He pulled out a remote and hit a button, causing the garage door to open...revealing it only had the one car inside. He pulled in, pushed the button again, and the door closed behind them. “There,” he cooed. “Now we can be as debaucherous as we like, we’re home~”

Gilda sat on the plush couch next to her coltfriend. She casually stroked his shaft as they watched porn on his TV. “You know this isn’t bad. It’s pretty hot and all, but why are all griffon hens stereotyped as fucking Amazons? I mean, we could probably do a better job of whatever.”

“Oh sure, that’s an idea for a career,” CC rolled his eyes as one of his hands idly played with one of Gilda’s breasts. The other was needed to click around on his computer. “Sure, let’s just start a porn channel, title it ‘real hen and stallion fuck every day.’ That’ll bring in the money.”

Gilda slowly looked over at him. “CC. I love you, you genius.”

The stallion blinked in confusion. “What? That was sarcasm.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to do that?” Gilda asked, raising a brow.

“Well I think I’ve made the stance on fucking you pretty obvious,” CC agreed, his cock throbbing under her touch. “But us turning it into a public porn channel? Really?”

“Hey, it would be one video a day, and we could just give no fucks.” She shrugged, stroking a little faster. “I mean, it wouldn’t have to be some massive involved thing. Just get a camera and we do whatever, or you do my snatch in this case. It would be like we’re documenting our time here, only with more sex.”

“Well I mean, the laptop comes with a camera, so-” CC started to point out.

“Wanna turn it on?” Gilda winked.

“...You realize that over the course of nine months it’ll be a documentary about how hybrid eggs work,” the stallion pointed out.

“Then it’ll be educational too.” She gave him a thumbs up.

“Okay, fine, let me just…” the stallion clicked off the video and pulled up the camera software. A few more clicks and they were recording. “Okay, we’re on,” he said quietly, so that the camera wouldn’t hear.

She smirked at him. “You nervous, Dweeb?”

“I mean, I’ve got my sexy hen here, I think I’ll be fine,” he chuckled. “So, what were you thinking for an introduc-”

Gilda waved at the camera. “Hi, I’m G, you can also call me Brood Hen, or Hen.” She gestured to CC. “This is my coltfriend, CC, call him… fuck if I know, we’ll come up with something.” She shrugged. “So this is a spur of the moment, fuck it, we’re doing this kind of thing. We’ll probably upload daily, and I intend to carry his eggs, so look forward to that. But for now….” She looked at CC. “Got any ideas of what to do first, wanna just fuck me on the couch, you adorable Dweeb?”

“Actually, how about I center myself here,” the stallion shuffled over a bit. “And then you can impale yourself and show the viewers how big a bulge I make in you for starters?”

“Oh, brilliant!” Gilda said, getting up. His cock wobbled as she let it go. “This is what I’m working with here.” She gestured to it. “Believe it or not but this guy’s a nerd.” She glanced at him. “Totally making a video of me torturing you while you try to play something. Like that time I jerked you while you tried to explain minecraft to me.” She shook herself. “Anyway. He’s a big boy. So, Dweeb help center me here.” She hovered herself over his twitching cock. “And please try to stop me before I bottom out, that can be painful sometimes.”

“I dunno, I like the cute little moans you make,” the stallion teased. He used one hand to aim his cock while the other moved Gilda’s butt a bit. “There we are, now just lower yourself and be sure to show your stomach off for the camera~”

“You mean my toned ass stomach?” She snorted as she slowly lowered herself. She gave a hiss and a moan as her lips parted. Her six pack gained a new bulge the longer she lowered herself, until eventually she hit bottom. “Oh, Dweeb… Why do you have to be so long? You know how much I want to take all of you but it’s literally impossible? Fuck your long-ass cock.”

“Mm...you feel so good around me G,” CC murred, helping to draw attention to the bulge he was making by rubbing it with one hand. “You were so tight before but now you’re juuuust right. I think I’ve ruined you for any other cock~”

“You have, Dweeb. All I want is yours.” She groaned starting to rise and fall slowly. “You stretched and molded me around yours so I’m the perfect fit.”

“Well...almost perfect,” CC pointed out, helping to draw Gilda back so the camera could see that there was still an inch that couldn’t fit inside her.

“Right.” She snorted. “You have any idea how much I want that last little bit? However I’d rather not have you fuck my womb.”

“Yeah, that’d probably hurt,” the stallion admitted. “I mean, I could just pump you full of cum directly then, but I’m pretty sure that’s one barrier meant to be closed.”

“Probably for the bes- Wait… Wait. Dweeb, have we… tried anal yet?” Gilda slowly asked and glanced back at him.

“Nope, but I thought you wanted eggs first,” he teased.

“Well what do you want more, to make me swell with your cum or you finally being able to bury your whole shaft inside me?” She asked, returning to her steady rising and falling.

“We can always do anal later, for our first video we should probably make with the cumshot,” the stallion pointed out. “I mean, eventually. You do feel fucking great, G, but I wanna show off how much you’re my sexy little breeder.”

“Dweeb, how am I little again? My biceps are like twice yours.” Gilda snorted.

Meanwhile, CC was reading the chatroom. “Oh hey,” he noted. “This guy bets you fifty bucks you can’t take the whole thing in your puss.”

“Oh that bastard.” Gilda stared at the screen. “Well… It might be a little uncomfortable for you, and me… but should we try?”

CC was about to answer before the computer dinged. “Huh. Five bucks to prove he’s not joking, forty five more when the cock disappears,” the stallion read out. “And three people saying they’ll match it...G, that’s two hundred,” he whispered.

“Okay. Okay. Dweeb. I’m gonna do this.” Gilda said taking a few breaths while lowering her hips. “This might be a team effort. Chat, I hope you’re fucking happy!”

The moment Gilda stopped pushing down due to too much pain, CC gave one thrust. Just one.

There was a feeling like a pop.

Gilda’s back arced as her legs shook. She chirped loudly as the couch was immediately sprayed with her climax.

“Fuck!” CC hissed. “I’m...fucking hell, G! If I cum now, there’s no way you don’t get pregnant, I’m in your womb!”

“Dweeb- fuck- jus- Fuc- Ah- Cum! Dweeb! Cum! Cum inside me!” Gilda shrieked out as she came again.

The stallion’s cock tried to jerk a few times, before it started spraying seed inside of Gilda’s innermost depths. And it wasn’t long before it was visible against her normal toned definition as a swell.

“Agh! Agh! Oh! Baby Yes! Oh CC!” She babbled as her legs spasmed and twitched as she sat in his lap. The couch was getting quite soaked with hen juices.

Eventually, the cumming stopped, and G and CC panted. The hen was impressively swollen, the stallion was spent, and their tip jar was overflowing with digital currency that only needed to be sent to a bank account.

“Are… Are you happy, Chat?” Gilda asked in a slightly raspy voice. “Cause I haven’t came like that in…. Ever….”

The chatroom was abuzz with praise, and one of them had the gall to ask ‘how you plan to top this tomorrow’.

“Top? Chat, it’s probably all downhill from here, we peaked with one. Unless you all have ideas.” Gilda chuckled. “Ooooo I should probably get off the Dweeb.” With a groan and a small tug she pulled herself off him. Some seed dribbled down her thigh, but she managed to keep it inside her for the most part. She shifted and sat next to the spent stallion. “Love you, Dweeb.”

“Love you too G,” CC managed to raise a fist. “Huzzah. We’ll figure out more later guys. For now, it’s late, we have a house to sleep in all to ourselves, and we’re high off of just graduating.”

“See all of you tomorrow.” Gilda waved tiredly.

The stream cut off with them getting over five hundred in tips. ‘For the clutch’ was the prominent tagline for the donations.

“CC… That was fun.” She smiled stupidly. “Wanna do it again tomorrow?”

“...You’re getting me enough fluids to go again beforehand,” he warned. “Cuz I’m wiped.”

“Pfft, we’ll hydrate.” Gilda snorted. “Hell, want tomorrow to just be chilling and hanging out until the evening cam time?”

“Challenge mode, we go without clothes the whole day,” the stallion fired back. “Challenge is, don’t fuck until the evening.”

“Challenge accepted.” Gilda snorted a laugh. “Now. I’m finding a shower, showering off, then taking you to bed to be my teddy bear.”

“Fuckin’ ace,” CC said, managing to leverage himself up to a sitting position. “Okay, computer off, then bedtime.”

Gilda groaned as she stood up. “Oh, this feels weird but kinda good.” She rubbed a talon over her stomach. “I should probably get most of this out though.”

“Dare you to leave it in overnight,” CC smirked. “Stallion cum can be potent for a good few hours. Then the sperm dies.”

“Mmmm leave it in overnight, get rid of it in the morning?” Gilda raised a brow.

“Best chance to catch an ovulating hen’s eggs,” CC waggled his eyebrows.

“Oh stop. I’ve still got like three days…. I think.” Her brow furrowed, then she shrugged. “Eh, guess it doesn’t matter now.” She started off towards the bathroom. “Wanna join me in the shower or nah?” She called over her shoulder.

“G, I love you, but if I join you for a shower, you’ll suck my soul out through my cock,” CC called back.

“Eh, probably true.” She shrugged again. “You clean up and I’ll meet you in bed. Love you!” With that she sashayed down the hallway.

“The things I do for that hen,” CC smiled. He heaved himself off the couch, closed the laptop, and began heading up to the bedroom.

Their life together...was not going to be boring, he could tell.