Tales from Squawkers

Graduation, graduation, graduation! I can’t believe it, I actually graduated! Ok, ok, I should probably slow down a little. Anyways, I’m Smoky, I’m an earth pony. I’ve been in school for a long, long time. But now, finally, I’ve gone through my senior year, got a canvas for a cutie mark after modeling, and now I’m ready to go out into the next stages of my life! But not yet. No, tonight I celebrate! I’ve had a few friends graduate before me, and I’ve heard them go off to a strange location to celebrate. They each spoke of it in excitement, so I thought it’d be nice to check it out myself! Don’t get me wrong, I’m probably not going to tell anypony about it, it’s a bit too embarrassing to just talk to ponies about it.

The restaurant was holed up in a seedy part of town, intended to be separate from the rest of the normal living spaces. I got closer and closer, feeling a little shaky as I neared this space my friends enjoyed. I got closer and closer, and arrived before the strange spot. It was two floors tall, and had white walls with orange highlights. This was the restaurant all of my post-grad friends talked about. And strewn over the double doors is the establishment’s name, “Squawkers”.

According to my friends, some griffons were employed under this strange location, and were paid to dress up in skimpy outfits to present themselves to those that dine here. There are apparently different levels of entertainment, but those would cost more and more. I wasn’t employed yet, so I’d decide to instead go for the cheapest option. I took in a few deep breaths and neared the door, where I’d spread the doors open, unveiling the innocuous inside, a lobby with doors on either side of a cashier counter, who was apparently there to make sure the right ponies were in, and the wrong ponies weren’t. I got closer and closer, where I’d find myself looking on a very mature-looking griffon, her boasting silvery feathers with a white head, and a very modest uniform, boasting a white shirt, black pants, and a white and orange apron boasting the restaurant’s logo on it. When I stood before her, she gave me a once over.

“You here on your own?” she asked. I found myself having a bit of trouble speaking, as I stood really close to what was apparently a very, very naughty location for my friends. Still, I managed a nod. “I need t’see some identification, kid.”

“O-of course,” I affirmed. I searched my pockets, before pulling up a card and brandishing it before her. She looked over it, before nodding and handing it back. And like that, another griffon showed up, and carted me off into the restaurant itself. As I progressed, I’d see a few ponies in here like myself, some sitting grouped at tables, but most on their own. Meanwhile, many griffons were around the floor, either with or without a platter of various meals on it. And each one were dressed in one of those outfits I saw offered. As we walked, the griffon directing me gave a few directions.

“Remember, you have rules here,” she started. “No nudity, no insertions, no brushing near points of insertion, and you can’t do anything you haven’t paid for, nor that your server doesn’t consent to. Be safe, and have fun.” I nodded in understanding, and soon I was sat at one of the tables, this one having some highchairs reaching up to a similarly tall tabletop. I climbed upon the chair and looked over the tabletop, where the griffon that directed me set a laminated menu down in front of me. I looked over it. I could see some very normal food: hayburgers, salads, so on… However, unfolding it showed off another section.

This part of the menu showed me “services”, and a few outfits on it: maid, schoolgirl, nurse, nun, or bunny girl. Services appeared to be pose, feel, feel self, and spank. According to the instructions below, I’d have to write out the services I wished, before my server would arrive. In the end, I personally decided that going for a schoolgirl might be weird, me no longer being in school and all, and I wasn’t sure I was into any nun-stuff or maids. The nurse seemed kind of alluring, but I eventually decided instead I’d settle on bunny girl, at which I’d write that down on a paper slip provided at the table, in addition to a… few, services that I thought might be fun. I folded it up, as per instructions, before handing it off to the griffon that waited for me. She took it and pocketed it, before walking off.

What followed was what seemed like a few, torturous minutes that felt like they went on way too long. Waiting… waiting… But eventually, she came before me. And, despite my prepping, I was not ready for her. This griffon wore red feathers and a yellow head. And over that was a striking, blue bunny outfit, with a set of bunny ears on top of her head, and a blue outfit wrapping around her hips and bust. Her legs and things, meanwhile, were wrapped up in sparkly blue pantyhose. The entire outfit tugged tightly around this amazon-like griffon, her standing a foot taller than me~ In a moment, I swore I was drooling, and so I tried to turn away while she got closer and closer.

“You must be tonight’s master,” she said in an upbeat voice. I blushed harder at her words as she leaned in really close. “No food, eh? …You seem a bit young for the usual clients. First timer, boy?” It felt as if my tongue swelled up in my mouth. I tried muttering out an answer, but in the end settled on nodding before her. At that, she seemed to let out a curt giggle, before standing straight up. “It’s alright. We all have to start somewhere~” she assured me while patting my shoulder. “Now, why don’t you turn towards me? It’ll be a little harder to get your bit’s worth when your eyes are off of the show.”

“Y-yeah, you might be right,” I muttered. I sat straight up before looking at the bunny-dressed lady. There, I noticed she wasn’t quite standing straight up. No, instead, she was puffing her chest out to accentuate her breasts as the tight bunny suit pulled against them. She then held her hands high overhead to stretch out her spine, shoving more of her body forwards, before leaning backwards and bringing one of her legs up. She placed it across my lap, leaving me feeling that sparkly pantyhose across my thighs. I shuddered and shook, my face growing exceptionally red…

I’d chosen to be able to grasp a thigh, which was prompted to me when the griffon stepped forwards a little more so that said thigh was closer to me. I hovered my hands over them wearily… before eventually setting them down to feel them. Those pantyhose were exceptionally smooth, and really thin, making me feel as if I was holding onto her naked thigh. It was far too large for me to wrap my hands around, and seemed about as wide as both of my arms. I gave a few squeezes, and sure enough, that giant thing was firm. She pulled her leg back a little, allowing me to lean towards it, and instead plant my cheek against it.

I took in a deep breath as I felt her upper leg, before sighing happily. I ground my cheek into her while hugging her lower leg. She gave a small giggle before stroking the top of my head. Eventually, though, there was a little more work for me to do. Like that, she pulled her leg off of me, me leaning back so that she could set the foot down. And then, she came in real close and leaned forwards, her suit, again, contorting against her breasts. They hovered in front of my face, myself shaking a little as they hovered really close. I brought a hand up and carefully hovered near her bust, my jaw hanging as they were really close. This still felt a little weird, like somepony in a unfirom would spring up out of nowhere and spring some cuffs on me.

As I contemplated, I heard that griffon giggle and run her hands up her abdomen, before cupping her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze and shake in front of me. I was panting by now. Shuddering as those darn things put on a show for me. Eventually, my dumb mind couldn’t take it anymore. I brought my hand up, and suddenly thrusted it forwards to latch upon one of her boobs as if they were a stress ball. She let out a light moan as I held it, and in that moment, I felt frozen. Meanwhile, the griffon looked down at me with her big, pretty eyes, them seeming… inviting…
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A new day, a new patron. I was none other than Lilli, a griffon that stayed in this establishment for a long time. There were many a bad boy in here, but I didn’t really tend to attract them. I don’t know, maybe my size intimidates them all into letting me grind my heel upon them. I knew when to lay the hammer down on some boy, but I also knew when someone was new. So, the moment I saw this plum-pink, red-maned, canvas-cutie mark-having colt sitting at the table, I had an idea as to what I was dealing with. Especially considering how, ahem, vanilla this “Smoky’s” request list was.

Of course, he did the usual fresh-new face boys like him usually did. They probably once upon a time thought that girls would be slaving over them, begging them to undress and unveil themselves, but the moment they find themselves before a grand lady, they realize that they’re in way over their head. Call me predatory, but those were definitely my type. And as long as those boys remained that way, I was more than happy to keep them enticed and lead them through their first visit. So, I’d come in, say something lewd to test the waters, then assure them that they were in good claws.

Eventually, little Smoky went on with the stuff he actually paid for, which started with me offering my leg to her. I set it on his lap, and lemme say, it’s very rare I see a colt cuddle against my thighs as if it were a pony-sized teddy bear. I couldn’t help but enjoy a bit of cute-ness in my business, and part of me thought to stroke his little head, though I needed a bit more prodding. The wrong touch might just make the little guy too nervous. Then again, I can’t exactly not offer him what he ordered. So, my leg was gone, and then the gals would come forwards for his joy, and like that, I caught him looking up at them like he was gazing upon the eighth wonder of the world. Cute~

He soon grasped one of them, and did not much else. I could physically see the gears in the kid’s mind grinding as he contemplated what he could possibly do while he had me in his grasp. This was fine, he just had to put his mind to it and figure out what it was he wanted to do. I remember being as young and dumb like him, I didn’t realize that stuff like this wasn’t a matter of square block goes in square hole or something as clear as that. No, he’d have to figure out exactly what he wanted to do on his own time. And as he thought and thought, I was sure I could read his little fantasies just be looking into his eyes. And I’m pretty sure at least one of them had these two around his face~

I decided I should probably give him a little more aid. So, I brought a hand up over his, and gently rubbed it into my breast. I saw that boy blush harder and harder, his soft cheeks burning brightly as he was forced to massage me. I cooed merrily, though made sure to angle my chest so that he was looking at it. I imagined that, even to his virgin mind, that this lady looked a little naked without his other hand on it. Sure enough, I saw him carefully lift a hand up and hover before it. I smiled warmly at him, trying to keep my own personal entertainment out of the grin, before nodding at him.

It seemed like my prodding was enough for that boy, for in a moment, he reached out to me and grasped my other breast. I let out a coo as he held it, before reaching out and gently rubbing his hands into my bust. I felt him try to pull away a bit, but this was what he paid for, and he was going to get it. I held him close and tight, suppressing the need to lick my beak. However, that kid was getting so bright red from all of the work, that I was beginning to think that he’d light up like the wick of a candle. So then, I decided to release my grasp of him, at which his arms snapped back into their original position, at which he swiveled towards the table and away from me. I could tell plainly what was going through that boy’s mind: he clearly feared that he’d bitten off more than he can chew.

Still, that wasn’t all of the bits. He may’ve exhausted his time with her breasts, but there was more of me to enjoy, and I had a feeling that colt realized it. I smirked and swung a leg up, before propping it on top of the table, thrusting tonight’s entertainment before his precious little eyes. They were wide with worry and I saw him reel back. I leaned forwards to show off my flexibility, grasping my ankle. And then, I gently, alluringly slid my hand up it, over my knee, before curving around to rub my thigh. I was sure that he could see the gentle squish of my muscles as I stroked up to my hip. I saw his pupils follow my hand, pausing only to observe the way my body squeezed and molded around my hand as it traveled, soon ending with a smack to my side that sent out a ripple. And right there, young Smoky looked as if he was caught in the hypnotic magic of a changeling.

I smirked before swiveling around keeping my leg on the table. And like that, he was now looking at my ass, it tightly defined by this beautiful suit. Peering back, I saw his eyes locked onto either cheek as if he were thrust into a sudden staring contest. This suit was made of a soft latex, so I’m sure he could see the shine wrap around my glutes. I gave a curt little shake, and caught his head swaying in sync. I giggled again, before pulling my leg off of the table again, his precious little piece of merchandise leaving his presence for but a mere moment, but enough to draw a look of longing out of him. But, with that tease, that was all I’d need. He didn’t pay for much, and we were nearing the end of my service to him. Now, there was one thing left~

His vision was fixated, his mind longing. I just had to lay out the bate. And so, I thrusted my backside backwards, making sure those glutes really popped for that boy. And like that, he was swiftly sent into another blushing fit. He reared back on his chair, as if he were trying to escape from some scary monster that’d eat him alive~ I giggled and gave another shake before him.

“Come now, you paid for a certain something else, didn’t you~?” I cooed out as I shook. That colt was shivering up a storm in that chair, and was oozing with sweat. Heck, for how new he was to this world of entertainment, he might be oozing something else~ Still, my hips would eventually come to a stop and linger there in anticipation of his next move. And as it lingered there, I could see his… revelation? Well, I wouldn’t call it that, I think he knew what the next part was, he ordered it. No, it was more like he was becoming cognizant of a very important lesson about growth and the world we adults inhabit. Either he does this, or he’s wasted his bits. He wasn’t getting out of here without his money’s worth~

With that, I saw him raise his hand up, it shaking about with discomfort as he looked over my pooooooor~ and vuuuuuulnerable rump~ Despite this, he knew the inevitable was coming. And then, he forced his arm down to deliver a powerful smack to one of my buttocks! It was accompanied by a loud noise, that seemed to startle even him as he leapt back in his chair. With that smack, I saw him bury his face into his arms. I stood back up and sighed merrily.

“You did well, hun~” I cooed. And at that, I began to see him withdraw from his little shell.
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After that day, I decided I’d have to go home to my room to think about some stuff. My heart was pounding my chest as I left the restaurant. Though, on my way out of the lobby area, I saw that griffon wave “goodbye” to my in a somewhat flirtatious fashion. I still felt funny, and kept on moving forwards, hoping to shake off all that’d happened today… and what’d happened in my shorts…