Author's Note

Kinks: Dinner Date gone wild, Experimental Dash, Two ladies at once (via magic), More portal fun.

021 - Dateus interruptus

“You really went all out.” Gilda commented as she stared across the candle-lit dinner table.

“Well, it’s you, of course I would,” CC admitted with a chuckle. “Looked up a few recipes I thought you’d like, and made them with stuff from the store. Tell me what you think of them.”

“You’d think that griffons wouldn’t like chicken.” The hen commented as she reached out and grabbed a drumstick. “But you’d be wrong.” She chomped on a hunk of it. She swallowed and pointed at him with the chicken leg. “Not bad. And how’d you convince everyone to not interrupt?”

“Twi’s off helping Spike and Gabby with something similar as to what we had the other day,” CC brushed off the three of them with a wave. “Twi said something about it being interesting, trying to get it to work on Spike’s magic resistant scales. Fluttershy and Snowflake are out on the town having a similar date at a nice pasta house.”

Gilda went to take another bite, then paused. “And what’s Dash doing?”

Dash, at that very moment, was staring at the ‘Magic Portal Dildo.’ She frowned, crossing her arms over her tanktop. “I really shouldn’t…”

“I couldn’t find her, I assumed Cloudy took her out on a date, since I couldn’t find her either,” CC replied, taking a bite of his chef’s salad. He was still a pony at heart. Plus, you could put everything in a chef’s salad.

“I don’t remember seeing her leave…” Gilda gave a side look at the front door.

Dash reached out and poked the tip with a finger.

“Meep,” CC chuckled a little. “I guess Twi is using my model for reference now,” he explained to Gilda.

“Huh?” Gilda blinked. “Oh, Twi’s amazing science project.” She rolled her eyes. “You doing okay there?”

Dash leaned in and licked the flare.

“Yeah, she’s just…gonna make me hard for the rest of our candlelit dinner,” CC joked, squirming in his seat.

“We could skip the dinner.” Gilda commented, finishing off a drumstick before grabbing another.

“Nah, the whole point was to have some time when we weren’t fucking each other’s brains out before your Heat arrived,” CC pointed out.

“We wouldn’t necessarily have to fuck, but you have a point.” Gilda nodded, taking a bite out of the drumstick. “You going to be okay?”

“I’ll probably be backed up as all hell when we get to the bedroom, but I’m sure you won’t complain,” CC said a little cheekily.

“Okay… I can do this.” Dash took a few breathes before opening her mouth and slowly taking the flare into it.

CC’s squirms took on a new level as he kept getting stimulated. Twi must really need some in depth measurements.

Gilda raised a brow. “You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“I might bend you over and fuck you on the table when it’s clear, but I can wait until we’re done eating,” CC muttered.

“Not opposed to that.” Gilda shrugged, finishing her second drumstick.

Dash got to the medial ring, gagged, and quickly tugged herself off and started coughing. “Motherfucker!” She swore raspilly.

“That’s it, when we’re done eating, we’re fucking here,” CC swore. “I’m plenty worked up as it is.”

“How much you got left?” Gilda asked with a chuckle. “I’m not feeling that hungry anymore…”

CC got up and started clearing the things off the table. “The sooner we get things like the candles off, the sooner we can try this out,” he promised, his tail swishing behind him at the thought. Fuck the dinner, he needed to get this horny out of him now.

Dash tugged her shorts down and off, making sure to take her panties with them. She stepped out of them and made sure the dildo was stuck to the chair properly. She bit her lip as she stepped up to the chair and gently brushed her lips against the flare.

CC and Gilda had stripped the table and themselves of anything that would obscure their fucking, and CC laid the griffon on the table on her back like a feast. He chuckled at the thought, before his long, hard cock began making an entrance into her, his hands holding her hips.

“Well? Go on.” Gilda purred.

Dash hissed as she sank down onto the dildo. She felt it stretch her as she sank. She grunted as she propped her hands on the arms of the chair, and shifted her legs so she could just squat on the toy. And squat she did as she sank to his medial ring.

Not that CC noticed. It was hard to feel yourself stretching two pussies as compared to one. It was a dual sensation he hadn’t quite gotten used to yet. At the moment, he was just enjoying fucking Gilda hard enough that the table creaked and wobbled a little with his hip thrusting.

Her talons gripped his wrists and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. “Atta boy!”

Dash gasped as her hands dug into the arms of the chair. She could barely stay on her hooftips as her pussy was rocked by the pseudopenis. “Aaaaaggghhhh…..” She groaned out loudly. Perhaps… too loudly.

Once again, the couple downstairs were making a bit too much noise to hear anyone else. CC snorted, his nostrils flaring as he leaned in to stare Gilda in the eyes. “How long until your Heat?” he teased, one of his hands going to one of her tits and giving it a squeeze.

“You really wanna know?” Gilda smirked back at him.

“We’ve talked about you getting fat with eggs,” he reminded her, his thumb flicking her nipple. “I just wanna know when to pump you full of cum so as to get as many as possible.”

“Weeeelllll…. Surprise…” She winked at him.

CC blinked before smiling back at her, and his fucking seemed to ratchet up several notches, now making the table groan in protest. “When this thing breaks,” he said, not if, but when, “Then we go up to our bedroom and try to do the same to the bed~ All without us stopping the fucking on the way there~”

“Poor Twilight… or.. Whoever’s using you… Or you’re using them?” She gasped out with each thrust.

Dash toppled off the chair, onto her hands and knees. She cried out as she felt the dildo work itself in and out of her. Her hands scrambled for something to hold on to as her back arched, but tile wasn’t offering great purchase. Her legs splayed out behind her as she rocketed towards her orgasm.

It didn’t take long for CC to grunt and hold his cock as deep inside Gilda as it could safely go, the head pushed against her cervix as he started to unload, bloating her stomach with his cum as it just kept cumming. He was dimly aware of his dildo-link pumping another load out, but he dismissed it as unimportant compared to getting his hen fat with his eggs.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Dash cried out as her stomach swelled. Thankfully he didn’t fill her completely, as the excess cum spurted out around the dildo still railing her.

CC just about heard the table creak, and he helped Gilda wrap her upper body around him while not letting go of his cock, supporting her ass with his hands just in the nick of time. The two conjoined lovers watched the table collapse, before CC turned to Gilda and smirked.

“Bedroom for the rest?” he suggested, giving her a slight bounce with his hands and stirring his cock inside of her.

“Yes please.” Gilda grinned at him. “Gonna get another in me on the way?”

“Probably going up the stairs,” CC taunted, not letting go of her. Every step was a thrust in and out in one motion as they headed for their bedroom for a night of non-stop egg-making.

True to his word, as they went up the steps, his cock jammed deeper into her with every step ascended, and when they reached the top, he pumped another load into his hen.

Dash writhed on her back, vigorously rubbing her clit and squeezing a breast as she moaned like a whore. More seed drooled out of her lips as her legs shook violently.

CC finally got to the bedroom and laid Gilda down on it, taking up position at the end by gripping her hips, her legs wrapped around him still. “Time to get on the egg making,” he said in a sing-song voice before he started hammering in and out of her with reckless abandon.

Gilda sang out in ecstasy, throwing her head back.

Dash held up her backside off the ground as she bucked her hips wildly. She rubbed and pinched at her clit. She spread her pussy lips wide open and screamed as pussy juice squirted out in an arc.

CC was a relentless, hen-fucking machine. It was clear all their previous sessions had simply been practice for when Gilda was in Heat, because he now had the endurance to match her and fuck her stupid without needing to pause. Every time he came, he held himself as deep as possible to raise the chances of her getting eggs. Every time she came, he simply fucked her through her orgasm.

They’d talked about this for a while. They both wanted to see her get round from this.

Dash held the dildo as it thrust over and over. She was so very very hot.

If she could think, she'd have remembered what time it was…

It wasn’t until the middle of the night when CC saw Gilda pass out in pure bliss, so he slowed and came one last time inside of her - more of a dribble than anything else - before pulling out and laying on top of his hen, cuddling her and moving so they were both laying on the bed, looking at one another.

“Mmm…and tomorrow we do it all again,” he whispered, stroking the feathers of her face softly.

Dash panted, laying in a mixture of fluids. She was thankful that she was in the bathroom. Her body ached, but not in a bad way.

She tugged the dildo out of herself. “That… is dangerous.” She said with a chuckle, before blinking at the fluids dripping off it. “Oh… Fuck.”

Gilda stretched as she sat at the island separating the kitchen and dining room. “I feel like I should be more sore.” She said as she watched CC cook breakfast.

“All the fucking was good practice up until now,” he said with a cheeky chuckle. “But if you’re not sore by the time your Heat is over, then I’ve failed you as a mate,” he pointed out.

There were a few staggering hoofsteps then Dash, leaning against the wall for support, half-collapsed against the counter. She grunted in mild pain as her ass hit the chair.

“What happened to you?” Gilda blinked at her.

“Don’ wanna talk ‘bout it.” Dash groaned, her head flopping onto her arms.

“Here, you can have some of what we’re having,” CC offered, pulling up another plate and putting some hash browns and eggs on it. “Lots of protein and fluids,” he suggested, also pouring her a glass of orange juice.

“I don’t need… any more fluids.” Dash groaned.

“If you’ve got a headache from dehydration, you do,” CC pointed out flatly. “Gilda and I are going to be drinking and eating plenty and then you probably won’t see us for - Gilda, how long do Griffon Heats last?” he asked, turning to the hen.

“Couple weeks. We’ll need to head back home before it’s over. So one road trip as a break.” She chuckled, starting on her hashbrowns.

“Alternatively, we have those portal devices now,” CC pointed out. “Stick your pussy portal on my dick, and you can be in the back fucking yourself with my dildo portal device on the way back. We’ll probably get a car all to ourselves.”

“But, one of us has to focus on driving.” Gilda pointed out.

“And they need to be charged.” Dash added from her head pillow.

“I didn’t say it was a perfect solution,” CC pointed out. “For the first bit, I would just be wearing the one belonging to you, I wouldn’t actually be using it except to make sure my pants didn’t end up sticky. And for the second, I’m sure Twi can make a better magical battery if she puts her mind to it.”

“You’re just trying to speedrun pregnancy.” Gilda snorted before eating more eggs.

“Ehh, more like trying to maximize the egg count,” CC teased back. “We won’t be able to keep them all, but the odds of us getting more go up the more we fuck, surely.”

“Don’t sound right, like biology weird, but… sure.” Dash looked up blinking tiredly.

“Seriously, what kept you up all night?” CC asked of Dash, sitting on the other side of the bar to speedrun eating his own loaded plate.

“You two.” Dash said bluntly.

“Ah,” CC mumbled around his mouthful of food. “Sorry.” He wasn’t. “Gotta give the lady a good fuckin’,” he pointed out.

“I could feel it through the walls.” Dash groaned.

“And we’re not gonna stop,” CC pointed out, gulping down the last of his food. “Until she’s out of her Heat and we’ve confirmed it took.” With that, he chugged his juice and took the dishes over to the sink. His next port of call was to walk around the island and slap Gilda’s ass, before using both hands to support her ass as he picked her up and started carrying her up to their room again.

“Nope. Not doing that again.” Dash groaned to herself as she propped her head up with a hand and started on her food.

She paused mid-bite. “... Though it was pretty hot…”