Author's Note

Characters included in this chapter: Sweetie Belle and Gabby.

Sexual acts included in this chapter: Interspecies (Pony/Griffon, obviously), Predator/Prey Roleplay, Foalcon, F/Futa, and Fingering.

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE:
Inspired by a question posed by Random Reader on the first chapter of this collection. (BTW, if this wasn’t quite what you expected, I’m sorry. I can only say I don’t have much experience with this particular fetish. Feedback would be much appreciated, to improve the next two chapters in this set.) When I realized I couldn’t think of any Gabby/CMC fics, clop or otherwise, I decided to write one for myself. As for why it’s Three Little Pigs themed, I have no idea. The idea just came to me, and was irresistibly cute and fitting.

Three Little Pones, And The Big Cat-Owl (Sweetie Belle In The Straw Fort)

“Aha! There you are.“ the huntress said to herself, excitedly. She’d just caught the scent of her prey among the trees. Keeping her beak low to the ground, she moved forward steadily and stealthily. The trees she slunk amongst weren’t close enough to really hide her, since she was in an orchard, not a forest. And since it was early afternoon, there weren’t many shadows for her all-grey body to blend into. But orchards tended to be well cared for, and this one especially so, which meant she didn’t need to worry too much about tree debris that might give her position away, if she stepped on it.

She still kept half an eye out for such things, of course, because all griffons knew that a complacent huntress never caught anything. But she only gave the ground cursory attention. Most of her focus was on following the scent trail. Her three targets made it easy for her. They’d stuck together, like the herd animals that they were. Of course, while that made them easier to find, the strength of numbers was not to be underestimated. Especially since her prey were nearly her size. She wasn’t a fully grown griffon, after all. She was barely mature enough to not be considered a chick, anymore.

The huntress didn’t run too fast or fly at all, because she didn’t want to risk losing the trail just because she missed them making a turn. That would be so embarrassing! Even if there were no other hunters around to witness such an amateur mistake. She also didn’t want to miss one or more of them splitting up. She fully intended on catching all of them. Even as big as they were, her appetite was bigger. She felt more voracious then she ever remembered feeling before.

There was one other reason the huntress was moving at a steady prowl instead of a quicker pace. And that was the purse between her hind legs. She’d been bespelled to have the genitals of a tom. It made moving awkward, having them hanging back there, bouncing with every movement she made. She could only imagine what it would be like when her new cock came out of its sheath.

New anatomy notwithstanding, it was only a couple minutes before the huntress had tracked her prey down. She followed the trail up to a big barn, with a door cracked open just enough to fit her claws in. She winced at the creak it made as she pulled it open far enough for her to slip in.

“So much for the element of surprise.“ she thought. Ponies were known to have better hearing than griffons. Especially at a distance. “Then again,“ she thought, as she looked around but saw neither hide nor hair of her quarry, “since they aren’t in sight, maybe they’ll pass it off as just the wind?“

Another look around the ground floor of the barn, and that part of the hayloft she could see from the door, still revealed no sign of the three little ponies she was hunting. She did spy a pitchfork, which she leaned across the gap between the open doors. It wouldn’t be enough to stop her prey escaping, of course, but it would slow them down briefly. Maybe even long enough for her to catch one of them.

After making sure her prey couldn’t slip past her without her knowing, the huntress started searching the barn. Even though they probably knew she was there, she stalked around the room quietly, just in case they didn’t. She looked everywhere. Over, under and around all the farm equipment. She looked high and low, her owl-like wings flapping silently.

She was just inspecting the back wall for any nooks or crannies they might have hidden themselves in, when she suddenly froze. She’d just looked up—as all griffin huntresses were trained to do periodically, to protect themselves and their prey—when she spotted a purple eye looking down from a crack in the hayloft’s floor.

Now that she’d spotted her prey, the huntress rushed up to the hayloft, where she found the ponies she’d been tracking had hidden themselves inside a fort of hay bales. She could easily have torn it down, but she wasn’t in that much of a hurry to catch them. And besides, that would make way too much of a mess. Fortunately, there was a broad piece of wood inside the fort, serving as a door, which would take no effort at all to get through.

Since her prey knew she was there, there was no point in sneaking anymore, so the huntress swaggered up to the fort’s door, like the apex predator she was. She put one of her clawed forelimbs against the wooden portal and casually pushed at it. It took her a second to realize it hadn’t opened, so she shoved it harder. But the plywood sheet still didn’t move.

Puzzled, the huntress resorted to her default; she knocked politely.

“Who’s there?“ three giggling voices answered.

“CMC? CMCee~, let me ii-inn⁓!“ she sing-songed. There was another second or two of giggling, before an answer came.

“Not by the fur of our chinny-chin-chins!“ her prey said in three-part unison.

“Hmph.“ the huntress huffed. Then she puffed up her chest proudly, as she thought of another way to get in. She’d spent enough time on this property to know there was a window on the other side of the hay bales. A foolish mistake, considering her wings were perfectly functional.

The huntress spread her wings and flapped them a few times, to warm up for the sprint she was about to undertake. Her wings were built more for stealth than sudden bursts of speed, but she could be pretty fast when she needed to be. So a second or two later, she passed through the barely-wide enough gap in the barn door, by squeezing her wings tight against her side at exactly the right time. Then she snapped them open immediately afterwards, and swooped up to roof level. It was a complicated bit of trick-flying almost worthy of the Wonderbolts, and a small part of the griffon wished there’d been somecreature around to witness it.

Once the huntress had the height to do so, she looked around quickly, then glided over to a tree and settled on top of it. Using her keen, avian vision, the huntress looked through the distant window, observing her prey. The first thing she noticed was the three hay bales leaning against the sheet of wood. That explained why it hadn’t opened like she’d expected. Especially when she saw the fourth bale that the ponies were moving away from the makeshift door.

“Silly ponies. Locks work both ways.“ she thought. She allowed herself a quick giggle, before considering the most important question. Which of her prey would she catch first?

Of course, any good huntress went after the slow or the weak. And while none of the three foals in her sights really qualified as either of those, the white unicorn was the least athletic of them. Plus, she still struggled with her magic sometimes, so she was the obvious choice.

Having made her choice, the huntress found a suitable branch, spread her wings, and tensed her hind legs, getting ready to strike. Now it was time to wait. She watched the three foals move the bales holding the plywood in place, and when the panel lit up in the unicorn’s green magic, her hind legs snapped out, pushing her forward fast.

Within a second, she blew through the open window and flared her wings wide, stopping her forward movement. This had the added benefit of startling her prey, causing the unicorn to drop the door. By chance, it was open just wide enough to let one foal through at a time. The huntress’s paws touched down right behind her chosen target, and her claws grabbed the foal tight, startling her and making her squeak. The noise drew the attention of the other two, who looked back at her.

“Sorry, Sweetie.“ the pegasus said, the grin on her face and her tone at odds with her words, before slipping through the gap, and escaping the fort.

“Yeah, sorry ya got caught.“ the earth pony added. Like her friend, her words were entirely unsupported by her face and voice. Also like the pegasus, the earth pony shot out of the fort without a second backwards glance.

“Aw, come o—Oof!″ Sweetie’s protest was interrupted when she was pushed to the floor. She looked up at the predator looming over her, her eyes wide. Her pupils narrowed to pinpricks as the huntress opened her sharp beak wide and lowered it towards the pristine, white throat. Slowly, she closed her beak until she could feel the racing pulse against it. Now that she had her prey right where she wanted her, the huntress moved her eyes upwards, meeting the green eyes of her prey, and then…

Gabby nibbled playfully on Sweetie’s throat, in a way that could’ve been called gumming, if she actually had gums.

“Oh no, I’ve been caught by a vicious, pony-eating griffon. Whatever can I do?“ Sweetie lamented melodramatically, which made Gabby break out in a huge giggle-fit. Sweetie soon joined in, and the pair spent a couple minutes trying to get back into the mood of the roleplay. It was no use, though, because every time their eyes met, the giggling started anew.

Eventually, Gabby gave up and just pulled Sweetie Belle into a kiss. She was still inexperienced enough that kissing was awkward, especially when her beak was trying to mesh with soft, pony lips. And even though Sweetie’s muzzle was as small as Sweetie herself, it was still a lot wider than Gabby’s beak. And her tongue! Gabby’s tongue was as owl-like as her wings, with a small notch in the tip and a shallow scoop shape. Whereas Sweetie’s was flat. And rounded in front. And broader than Gabby’s beak. But those differences made kissing her so exotic, so enticing.

Almost as enticing as the scent wafting up from Sweetie’s hind end. While Gabby was the wrong species to have an instinctual reaction to a mare’s pheromones, she’d been with all three of the Cutie Mark Crusaders enough times to have a learned one. But the feeling of her cock dropping and swelling was weird enough to distract her from Sweetie’s lips.

“Oh, wow. That’s…that’s new.“ Gabby mused, considering the feeling. “But…I think I like it.“ she decided.

“I don’t know. You might need to experiment a little more, before you can be sure.“ Sweetie Belle said suggestively.

“You’re right.“ Gabby agreed, leaning down for another slow kiss. Then she started working her way down Sweetie’s neck, giving little nips and licks. As she went lower, Gabby rolled Sweetie onto her back, before making her way down the fluffy chest and soft belly. She spent a little extra time on the filly’s developing teats. One more difference between her tongue and a pony’s was that hers had little barbs, like a cat’s—just smaller. And while they were good for grooming and preening, the roughness could become uncomfortable before too long. So after a dozen or so swipes of her tongue and a few nibbles with the tip of her beak, to each nipple, Gabby moved on to the aroused lips.

“Be careful down there.“ Sweetie said, as Gabby’s mouth reached her marehood.

“Aren’t I always?″ Gabby asked, as she started rubbing her beak into the wet slit. Nuzzling the curve of the slightly rough keratin against the pony’s winking clit, which was the best she could do, since her mouth was just all wrong to provide oral for a mare. (Not that they were much better with stallions. Or even their own kind, for that matter. Oral sex wasn’t very common amongst griffons in general.)

Her claws, however? So long as she kept the sharp edges filed down, they more than made up for other shortcomings. And Gabby had visited the spa just this morning, so her claws were freshly blunted. Which meant she wasn’t worried about slipping two of them into her friend’s hot, wet pussy.

“Yeeaah, you arrrrrre.“ the filly moaned, as Gabby’s claws started moving in and out. “Haaah. Sorry…ah…Gabby. It’s just habit. Oooh.“

Gabby didn’t say anything; she just sped up the thrusting of her claws, wiggling and spreading them as she did. She also brought her thumb-claw to the filly’s clit and started rubbing it. Altogether, it took a little less than a minute for Sweetie Belle to squeal in orgasm. Gabby just kept pumping her fingers, wanting to make sure Sweetie was as wet as she could be.

Once Sweetie Belle’s orgasm finally wound down, Gabby pulled her claws out and licked them clean. "It’s okay, Sweetie. I get it." Then she stepped forward and nuzzled up Sweetie’s neck, until her beak was right next to the white ear. "And now, so will you." the griffon added, just before thrusting her hips forward.

″OH MY GOSH!″ Sweetie yelped at the sudden fullness, even as Gabby squawked with pleasure above her. The cock was about as thick as the average colt their age at the base, but the tapered shape allowed the griffoness to hilt in her with one thrust. They both took a moment to get used to the new sensations.

For Gabby, the wet heat had rendered her speechless. It was like nothing she’d ever felt. She’d been expecting it to be like when she stuck her claw in a her lover, but it was magnitudes more sensitive and pleasurable.

A few seconds later, Sweetie felt her inner walls clenching around the exotic cock. The very un-pony-like shape felt pretty strange on its own, but even stranger were the little, backwards pointing spines that she could feel moving slightly when she squeezed. Thin, fleshy protrusions, with blunted tips that dug into her walls and stimulated her in ways that were as strange as they were pleasant.

Eventually, the two of them adjusted to the sensations. So, with the utmost care, Gabby twitched her hips, pulling back only an inch or two. Sweetie squeaked, but didn’t show any signs of real discomfort. Not even when Gabby pulled the rest of the way back. Or when she thrust in and out again.

Now that she felt more confident that she wouldn’t hurt her friend, Gabby stopped pausing after every thrust, and started moving her hips steadily. She did keep her pace slow at first though, still erring on the side of caution. But the barbs on her taper were so stimulating that Sweetie came within a dozen strokes. Gabby gave two or three more painfully slow strokes, to maximize the filly’s pleasure, before stopping to let her catch her breath. And to let herself ease back from the edge the clenching walls had pushed her to.

A moment or two later, Gabby was no longer on the brink of orgasm, so she started thrusting again. Faster than before, but still fairly sedate. Sweetie lasted a little longer than the first time, but it was still less than a minute before those wonderful barbs made her cum again.

This time, the tight grip of Sweetie’s pussy was just too much to resist, and Gabby realized she wasn’t going to be able to hold back her own orgasm again. So she started pumping her hips as fast as she could. Four or five seconds later, her mind went blank as she was overwhelmed by an unfamiliar pleasure. Some part of her dimly noticed the screech she let out, but most of her attention was focused on her cock. On the pulsing around her taper, as it was milked. On the cum racing up her shaft and being fired into the wet heaven surrounding her. Eventually though, Gabby’s orgasm died down, and she became aware of other things.

Like her legs, which felt ready to give out on her, for instance.

Mustering her strength, Gabby carefully lowered herself so she was laying on top of Sweetie Belle, who didn’t seem to be much better. She then rolled onto her side, wrapping her forelegs around the filly and holding her close. They lay there recovering for several minutes. At some point, Gabby’s cock softened enough to come free of the channel which still clenched at it sporadically.

As nice as it was, enjoying a post-coital rest with the little unicorn, Gabby got back to her paws eventually. The first thing she did after that was check Sweetie Belle’s nethers, to make sure there weren’t any obvious signs of anything wrong. She looked a little redder and more swollen than Gabby was used to seeing, but not enough to worry her. The trickle of cum leaking from the slit did make her curious, and she couldn’t resist tasting it. She didn’t know what to expect, exactly, but she wasn’t too surprised to find it tasted pretty much like the couple griffon toms she’d sampled.

As Gabby considered how she felt about everything that had just happened, especially the cock Princess Twilight had given her, she made sure the still recovering Sweetie was comfortable. The spell had been a bit of a risk, according to the princess, since it was meant for ponies, and had needed some tweaking to work on a griffon. She decided it had definitely been worth it, though.

That settled, the griffon exited the barn through the window and made her way to the roof to start looking for the two fillies who’d escaped her earlier.

The hunt was back on.