Tales from Squawkers

Of course, it isn’t all work for the griffons. No, sometimes we have some time to ourselves, and we like to head on out. Yeah, we don’t drink at our place, we actually know a different bar somewhere else that we like to go to. The longer we hang out here in Squawkers, the more friendly we get with each other, so we of course like to hang out with each other. So, here, newbies and veterans are each heading out to enjoy some drinks. There’s me, Lilli, and Bangles, Rhapso, Anthenia, and Cleta. We each went to a bar near the establishment. All except Bangles chose to wear tighter, lower-cut dresses, good for accentuating the figure, while the remainder simply wore a short sleeve and jeans. I personally decided a yellow, sparkly one piece would suffice me, really makes my red coat pop.

The lot of us sat around a table, drinks available for each of us. By now, we’d gone through quite a few drinks, and I could tell that the ether was getting to a few of the poor gals. I’m a bit too strong for alcohol, it’ll take a lot, and I mean a lot, of it for it to really affect me. And when a gal has enough alcohol in their system, they’re a little more willing to spill their gets.

“S-so, he went to spank me, but when his hand came down, I was unshaken, but his arm was vibrating!” Cleta laughed. “Oh, I shoulda warned that boy ‘bout my buns of steel!” The table laughed with her, even Bangles seeming to get more comfortable with us. We then sighed merrily and sat back.

“Oh man, I just love how much ponies expose themselves in there, and I’m not talking about any bellow the belt exposure,” Anthenia cheered.

“Oh, cheers to that,” Rhapso said while raising a glass. “It’s remarkable how those ponies seem to think that we’re just there to accept their venting. But all they get is another person to laugh at them.” The griffons nodded at her assessment and kept drinking.

“And they’re hardly ever different vents, are they?” I pointed out. “Seriously, the more ponies you see, the more alike they all look!”

“Oh I hear that,” Rhapso responded. “Ok, on the count of three, each of us hold up how many ‘macho’ ponies we met that don’t know a thing to do when they’re in our thrall.” And with that, she counted up. Then, on 3, we each rose, some of us holding up two to point up more fingers. I tried to raise up my feet.

“Sorry, counted a few too many to really keep on all these fingers,” I said. We each brought down our limbs. “Though, I have to admit, there’s something fun about an inexperienced soul, isn’t there?”

“Eh, depends,” Cleta said. “It does get a little dull finding someone who only has the most vanilla thoughts in mind for ladies like us.” I shrugged at her reasoning.

“I suppose, but that’s why I always go for the uncertain newbies,” I explained. They each seemed confused at what I meant. I set down my glass and then began scanning around the general area, trying to find someone for an example, before spying a table. “Look over there,” I pointed. “Four out of fives of those ponies there, all tough looking, probably on some hoofball team. The fifth one there looks like a scrawny nerd that’s probably more likely to get lost under Cleta during a lap dance.” Cleta laughed at the observation. “But a wimpy little boy like that is just the kind of colt I need to get my hands on~”

“Why him?” Rhapso asked.

“I love inexperienced colts,” I explained. “Those guys around him are big and tough and likely controlling. Not only is there the excitement for messing with a small guy like him, but you also get to see the look on the jocks’ faces as their little fish leaves their hooks. And then, now that I don’t have to worry about being tied down by other people’s money, I get to make him do what I wanna, because he’ll be looking to me for guidance. I enjoy my day off, and I get to be in control!”

“Ha! That does sound fun!” Cleta laughed at my justification. “I should probably hop on that idea and get some colts to enjoy my curves.”

“It can’t be that simple or plannable, can it?” Bangles asked. Of course, the newbie would figure me a liar. I smirked widely, choked down another swig of a drink, and set the glass aside.

“I recommend you watch closely, chickadee,” I said. I then stood up and slid my chair back under the table. And then, I adjusted my dress to make it look more straight, pulled it a wee bit tighter, and straightened my feathers. And then, I sauntered over towards the table I pointed at earlier, making sure my hips swayed, my tail feathers giving a shake. As I got closer and closer, those ponies turned and noticed me. And, predictably, the jocks got excited. They immediately waved for me, and I addressed them with only a flirty look. I was getting closer to the table, and those ponies were getting more excited.

“Hello~” the red-colored one said.

“Hey there, gorgeous~” the orange-colored one said. I simply stopped and looked over the table, not making it super clear which stallion I was interested in. There was mister red and mister orange, already mentioned. And then there’s a soft purple one, and a cyan one, each those jock types. And at the far end of the table, clearly distant from the other jocks either by his choice or theirs, was a small yellow stallion look awfully twiggy, and cute enough to eat. The stallions each seemed nice and hungry, as if their waitress just walked up to them with their dessert cake. Then again, I suppose I’m sort of a snack. For now, though, I’d have to draw out their joy. Dangle the hook before their nipping mouths, and see them in a flurry~

“I just did a hundred laps! I’m feeling kinda sore, think you can check my legs for any damage?” the cyan said, propping up one of his legs, it looking, admittedly, pretty muscular.

“Nah, he got sore cause he was running from some pansy!” the soft purple stallion laughed. He paid no mind to the other pony’s pout, and he flexed his bicep before me. Now him, I’ve seen bigger. Y’know, I should probably try and recommend a few of these guys to the other ladies, they might like humbling them. But it’d be a little funnier to see these guys when their voluptuous fishy passes them by. No, I had a better guppy to swallow up.

The many stallions barked out inane boasts, trying desperately to convince me to go to either of them. And, for now, I’d stay there and take a little more, though I’d begun to zone out on the stuff that they said. What little bits I could pick up were pretty much the same old, same old. Soon, the boasting turned into a verbal dick-measuring contest, and it was about that time I decided to move in.

I stepped past the ponies and approached the smaller boy, him having physically leave the conversation as far as that seat would let him. He’d notice me approaching. He tried not to make it obvious that he was looking, but I could tell he was trying to side-eye me. Soon, I was before his chair, and at this point, he couldn’t hide away. He was forced to look me in the eye, gazing through the cleavage between my breasts. By now, I could hear the stallions’ words quiet down, especially as I carefully grasped the yellow pony’s hand.

“H-hello?” he stammered out. I smirked devilishly and grasped his other hand.

“Are you potassium~? Because I’m all wet and I think we’re having a chemical reaction here~” I cooed out. The pick up lines were more for finalizing the other stallions’ fears rather than attracting. Usually it was just me giving these small guys attention that would turn them into putty. And, like clockwork, the nerdy pony shuddered and panted, his face suddenly red and him sputtering and shaking in the chair. I could swear I could see his heart beating in his chest and his shorts. I stole a glance to my side, and sure enough, those other stallions were stunned into silence.

I giggled and stepped away, before curtly waving the yellow pony out of his chair. It took him a little bit to recover, but he got down off that chair, and took a few careful steps towards me. And here, his tiny-ness was made very clear to me as he stood only up to the underside of my boobs. I brought down my hand, and he gently grasped it. I began to walk away, before waving my friends off, the many griffons giggling at that display there. Meanwhile, I could see the stallions sulking and going back to their drinks. I smirked, and me and that nerd were soon out of the bar…
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It was a bit of a walk, but soon the two of us were back at my apartment. It was quite the simple place, boasting three different rooms. One was my bedroom, it having a bathroom off of it, and the living room/kitchen/dining room were sort of meshed together in one singular room. It didn’t look bad, no sir! I made sure that it was nice and clean in case of, ahem, visitors. I had a few dirty secrets hidden, including my own personal fetish. It was always fun to put the squeeze on these guys whenever I took out the good stuff.

Speaking of visitors, throughout the trip, that yellow pony was struggling to stand upright. He’d keep on looking down at the ground in hopes of stopping himself from gazing at my lewder parts. As fun as seeing a boy this flustered was, I would have to build up his confidence a little. After all, there’s the chance that they could run away from me in case I get too hot for them to handle.

“Calm down, you’re already past the hard part,” I assured. “It’s not everypony that makes it to a girl’s place, you know~” He was still blushing, but he was less tense. I gently stroked his mane while smiling down on him. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? Who’re you and what’re you doing hanging with a bunch of muscle heads?” He still seemed nervous. I watched him hit his chest a little, as if he was physically dislodging a frog from his throat.

“I-I’m- My name is Mister Chaser,” he explained. “I-I’m a top mark student, and those four aren’t. Long story short, they want me to do ‘the brain stuff’ for them. One of those things were keeping them safe in case they got drunk, but here I am.” A classic story, a bunch of guys want someone better in one field to do the stuff for them. I shrugged at that story.

“Typical muscle heads, am I right?” I mused. I then walked further into the apartment. “So, Mister Chaser, have you gotten with a girl before?” He nervously rubbed his shoulder and looked away.

“N-no…” he muttered. “I don’t usually talk to ladies…”

“Well, I’m nothing if not a good teacher,” she said. “I’ll grab some condoms, just in case, and a few other things. Meanwhile, you undress for me. I’ll make sure you’re prepared to lose your cherry~” He blushed harder as I spoke, and I sauntered towards my bedroom, making sure to give my shapely hips a good shake for him. Soon, I arrived at my bedroom, it nice and straight.

I carefully slid out of my dress and hung it up on my closet. Just being in my underwear, a yellow bra and panties, was usually good for getting somepony into the mood. And while I was undressed, I decided to take out my personal secret from under my bed. It just looked like an unassuming box, but there are things in there that’d make grown men weep. I held the box carefully, took a packet of condoms out of my dresser, and then began to walk out. Once out, I saw that scrawny pony, though he didn’t appear to be without any clothing, the opposite of what I requested.

“Honey, why are you still in your clothes?” I asked. Mister blushed at my words and he nervously tapped his indices together, all the while trying desperately to fight the urge to gaze upon my half naked body. “What, were you too scared? We can’t do our thing if you’re all covered up like that~” He tensed up and covered his face, shuddering in place.

“I’m really sorry-!”

“Hey hey! Calm down…” I assured, waving him down. I gently took his arms and lowered them, him slowly looking up to me and starting to feel better. He was still nervous and blushing and looking all cute for me. I know a big goal here is to make sure they don’t run away, but when my prey’s making faces like those, it’s a little impossible for me not to swoop in for some indulgence. “Y’know what, maybe you can make it up for me.” I lent him my hand, and he carefully took it. I led him deeper into my apartment and in front of my couch. I laid across it and looked over at him. “Your my entertainment tonight: why don’t ya make a show of stripping for me~”

My suggestion almost immediately got that boy sweating bullets. He takes a few steps back, though I’m quick to extend a finger towards him with authority, prompting him to stop. I waved him closer, and he took a few steps towards me. I crossed my arms behind my head and leaned back.

“You don’t have to worry about disappointing me,” I said. “You’re already giving me a lot to enjoy~” He was shaking like a leaf under my words, prompting a giggle from my throat. “Just make sure you slide those clothes off nice and slow, and I want you to give a little wiggle for me~”

“M-Miss…!” he muttered out. He was still very flustered, but that only made it lovelier~ It took so much fight out of me to not lick my lips, this display was so juicy! Still, it was clear to him that I wasn’t sparing him. He muttered… and carefully took the rim of his shirt. He began to slide it back and forth and he looked down on it with a nervous sweat, all while rocking his hips side to side quite clumsily. Then, he began to lift that thing up towards his head, and I couldn’t hide my growing grin.

He dragged his shirt up more and more, brandishing for me his cute, skinny stomach. It was always fun seeing how small these colts could be, I could imagine myself wrapping around him at least twice over. I also couldn’t help but notice a thick, soapy smell as he brought it up, and I could swear his coat glistened with a cleanliness. Soon his shirt made it up past his chest, him doing his best imitation of a belly dance all the while, before he popped it up and off of his head. Once it was off, he peered around nervously, especially as I gave off a playful wolf whistle.

He was searching around for anywhere to put the now removed shirt. I decided to throw him a bone and held my hand up into the air, signaling for him to throw it here. He was bashful and lobbed it towards me under-hand style. I caught it like a catcher catches a pot-fly, and laid it over the back of my couch. He was rocking his hips all the while, and he seemed uncertain about what to do next. I gave him a lewd smile before darting my pupils down towards his waistband, and he blushed harder upon realizing the next step.

His belly swaying came down to his hips, and once there, he’d hook his waistband with his thumbs. He blushed terribly hard as he slid his pants downwards, showing off some cute white boxers. I smirked as a thought came to mind.

“Before those come all the way down, how about you turn 180 for me~” He didn’t seem aware of just what he was agreeing to, because he seemed a little too happy to turn around. He kept on swaying, giving me the chance to watch his rump shake for me as his shorts came down more and more. Now that that pony was looking away from me, I had ample time to lick my beak and feel up my sex-hungry body. One hand to my breast, one between my legs, and a roll of my eyes as that pony was unwittingly showing off for me.

Soon, those shorts were down and around his ankles, and he stepped out of them. I quickly withdrew my hands as he turned back towards me, brandishing only his undies, and a bulge. I smirked before getting up into a sitting position, and climbing out of the couch. I walked up to him and gently patted his shoulder.

“You can hold onto those for now,” I assured. “Unless you’re willing to give me another show~?”

“I-I think I need to get more comfortable before that,” Mister Chaser said while clenching his thighs together. I smirked and jovially rolled my eyes. I then walked over to that box I brought out, before I opened it up. And within were many different bdsm toys. These weren’t for him, no I wasn’t that cruel. No, those little things were for me. I drew up some cuffs with plastic bands, signifying that they were indeed for play. I then handed them towards my dear boy.

“Would you kindly put these on my arms?” I asked.

“Wh-what?!” I put those cuffs in his hands, him forced to grab them to make sure they don’t fall to the ground. I then swiveled around on my knees and held my arms out behind me and in his reach. He looked over them curiously and then towards my arms. “O-oh geez, we’re going right into this territory?”

“This territory?” I repeated with a sly smirk. “Mister, you wouldn’t have happened to… researched this topic, would you’ve?” Upon hearing me say that, the pony was alarmed by the implication. He stumbled back and waved his hands defensively.

“H-hey now! I-I didn’t do any-!” I then giggled.

“Oh, I tease~” I cooed. “I know ponies like you, you’re growing boys and need to fulfil your little desires.” I slid side to side and made sure my arms were close together. “Don’t worry, buddy. I’m personally a big fan, and I can walk you through it step by step.” He shuddered for a moment, before stepping near my backside, and I can see his undies tightening. He knelt down and opened up the bands, before bringing them down and around my wrists. They clicked in place, and with a few tugs on my end, I could feel it nice and tight in place. I nodded in approval.

“Oh dear, you got me in your grasp~” I cooed. “And you could make me even more in your place if you could search for the long bar with leather straps on the end.” He rose a brow at that and turned towards the box. He walked towards it and peered into the box carefully, looking over the many contents. I could hear each nervous mutter from Mister as he looked into the box. Eventually, though, he got his hands on the thing I was looking for. He gripped this iron bar, before drawing it out.

“And now, you just get behind me…” I explained. He followed my instructions. “And spread my legs enough to get the bar between them.” He knelt down, and carefully grasped my calves before spreading them opposite each other. I could feel his nervousness rise as his thumbs kneaded into my legs. Still, he was able to scooch them to the sides, with a little assistance on my end. And once they were spread, he set the bar down, and I could feel it settle nicely between my legs. “Now put those straps on just in case.”

With my command, he reached to the straps, before wrapping them around my ankles. I gave a short flex, and, sure enough, my body was completely bound. I shivered with excitement! It was fun getting wrapped up like this, but it was even more fun to be able to reduce a boy to putty even from this position! And now, it was time to go to the next part.

“Oh, dear Mister~” I cooed. “Who would you rather strip first? Yourself, or me?” The pony shuddered at my reaction, and panted a little. “My body looks really nice to your lewd parts, don’t they? You probably wanna rub up against them real soon, don’t you? Too soon to get the condom on right now, is that right?” He shuddered faster and faster, wringing his hands together, and he was sweating and drooling. “With all these clothes in the way, it’d be easy for you to go at it without worrying about protection, at least right now.”

He shuddered yet again, and I could practically smell the lust rising in him. He panted and panted, before hooking his waistband. I could see his undies come down, and unveil his cock, it much smaller than my usual meals. I smiled widely before shaking my rump at him, beckoning him towards me. He blushed harder and took a few nervous steps towards me. He was practically right on my back, and he got down onto his knees, angling himself between my thighs. I smiled and brought my cuffed arms up, before bringing them down and over his shoulders, tugging him towards me.

He gasped as he was brought in real quick, and I could feel him slot himself between my thighs, and I felt his whole body shudder upon contact. I giggled and shook aside, grinding my thighs around his poor cock. He grunted again and wrapped his arms around me, pulling himself deeper as if he thought I was some lifeline for him. I sighed and kept shaking side to side, rubbing my thighs and clothed pussy upon his throbbing manhood. I could practically feel the dizzy sell threaten his senses already.

“Don’t leave all the work to me, baby~” I cooed as I rubbed him more and more. “Get this bra off of me~” He panted and panted and clutched harder. However, with careful steps, I could feel his hands march up my trunk before arriving at my breasts. He grasped them carefully, and I could feel his fingers shiver. Meanwhile, he leaned in close to the strap on my back, before taking a careful bite, and tugging backwards, snapping it in two, letting my bra fall down, and setting my breasts free. “Mmm~ Yes, get your hands all over me~ Run them all over~”

With no one else to guide him, that shuddering mess of a man was forced to follow my words. He ran his palms and fingers all over my ample chest, having a few brushes into my cleavage, and even netting a shiver out of me whenever he brushed my nipples! And goodness, this is making me realize that I needed another means of sating my appetite!

“Oh dear Mister, you’re doing just great!” I cooed. “No, I need you to do something for me. You found those nips? I want you to pinch them real tight!” He shuddered at my orders, before bringing his hands real close. I could feel him cradle my nipples between two of his fingers each, and I could feel his whole body shiver at the mere touch. He was still trying to get his head in the game~ I giggled again, and waited, even stopping myself from rubbing on him anymore. That boy was fed up with the waiting, but I could tell the message was finally drilled into his head. With a grunt, he clenched his fingers together.

“Ah~!” I moaned out at the sensation. It hurt a little, but that was nothing compared to all the right feelings! These bad girls were awfully tender and sensitive, so they were nice and primed to squeal before the boy’s grasp! It felt like an electrical jolt ran through me, starting from my breasts and spreading all over my body, especially my brain and between my legs. I clenched up, giving his manhood a little squeeze and wiggle. “Oh Mister~! Keep on just like that, sweetie!”

He shuddered at my reaction, but he kept on clenching on my nipples, and those powerful sensations raked through me yet again, myself wobbling all over his cock in response. And that little nerd was shuddering. He gasped out and clenched tighter. Like that, we were in a cyclical means of pleasure. He’d clench down on me and get those glorious jolts rocking through me, I’d shake in response, I’d grind down on him, and he’d clench harder as his cock was rocked. I moaned and clenched tighter and tighter, before sighing and shaking my chest a little, getting his hands off.

“Oh my dear~” I cooed. “You’ll be reduced to putty in no time at this rate! We can’t go finishing you or me so soon, can we?” I managed to stop choking his chicken, so to speak, so he had a moment to catch his breath, him merely leaning on me like a felled tree. He trembled on my back, and he’d brought his cock away from my grasp enough to evade any accidental brushes. “Oh, I’ve been a little too zealous, haven’t I? I should really learn to portion myself more responsibly, but I can’t help it if you’re so tasty~”

“T-tasty?” Mister repeated in confusion.

“Oh, nevermind,” I assured. “But for now, I need a reminder not to break my toys to quickly! Think you can make it to my box, my dear~?” I lifted my arms to make leaving easier, and that pony stepped away from my grasp, him still worried. He took a few steps away, and appeared to be trying to hide his cock as he walked, despite me feeling that bad boy throb between my legs. He was soon before the box, and when he turned, I got another good look at his rump. “You need to look for a paddle. It’ll be black, and should look like a miniature oar.”

He nodded upon hearing my description and searched through the box, blushing yet again. Eventually, though, he found just what I needed. I watched him withdraw just what I described. I licked my lips in anticipation, and gave a lewd shake of my hips towards the boy. He turned towards me in time to see my wobbling backside, and once again, he was drawn towards it. He shuddered and took a few steps closer to me. I made sure to lean back and shake in front of him, inviting the bite of that paddle. He held the paddle parallel to himself and looked over it, as if trying to mentally leap a hurdle between him and the end of his mission. Still, I gave him a show, beckoning him forwards, and that seemed to spur him on juuuuust right.

He reared that paddle back, before swinging it down! And then, a loud smack echoed out through the apartment, soon followed up with by a yelp on my end. I panted and blushed, my tongue lulled out past my beak as I curled my toes. “Again!” I begged. That pony shuddered for a bit, before rearing back and smacking my ass again. I could feel my buttocks shake from the smack, and I could only imagine what was on display for him! I could hear his breathing get heavy! “More! MORE!” He shut his eyes, and swung again.

Over and over again, and despite his shut eyes, he kept on striking just where he needed to. Eventually, though, his swings got weaker and weaker, and he was forced to drop the paddle, now hunched forwards and panting. My rump, meanwhile, was burning red with pain, and I loved it~ I sighed and shook my hips again, now slurping my tongue back into my beak. This precious pony chose to feed my hunger, so I think it’s time for me to finish him~

“Ok, I think you’ve punished me enough,” I said. “And you’ve probably been waiting soooo long to get at this, weren’t you?” I giggled and shook again, and I could feel Mister’s eyes follow. “Then why don’t you come over and peel off my panties, and give yourself access to me rump~?” He shuddered and stumbled back. Though, he began to take a few careful steps forwards. I lifted my arms up, and he knelt down again, hooking the waistband. I felt him pause, though only for a moment. It took him a bit to recompose himself, and with a breath, he drew my underwear down, unveiling my bare bottom.

And once down, he positioned himself just right, and I could feel his cock slide into my crack. He shuddered and held my hips… He was still. He was painfully, painfully still. So, I leaned forwards, wrapped my arms behind him, and then thrusted backwards, forcing myself to bury his cock into me! Upon touching down, he gasped out in alarm! I smiled widely and pounded him more and more, and it wasn’t long before his body responded to the allure of mine. He was thrusting back and hugging my trunk tight.

He buried his face into my shoulder blades and he thrusted harder and harder. I could feel him pump deep into my tail hole. I moaned and kept on moving my body in tandem with his! I knew that this wasn’t going to last! I was about to drain the life from him like some wicked changeling, and all because I’d tormented him so much! Still, I was out to net however much I wanted from this little guy! If I wasn’t all chained up, I’d be tugging on his hips to force him deep and into me! Still, it seemed like what I was doing was enough to put him over the edge! It wouldn’t be long. One more pump… one more pump…

“Haaaaaaa~!” he squealed out. At the same time, he clenched his legs and shoved deep into me, cumming right into my backside. I, meanwhile, chose to clench around him real tight, intent on squeezing as much out of him as possible! Sure enough, I milked his little cock, and that boy would be down for the count. That stimulation would be too much for his body. He fell backwards, his cock drawing out of my ass before he flopped onto his back, left panting beneath me.

I sighed and giggled. I was very familiar with these bindings, so with a little tough work, I was able to work myself out of those cuffs. Then it was easy as cake to slide the bar off of me. I stood up and stretched out my arms, before turning and looking over that little nerd. He was still splayed out, his cock flaccid, and his whole front stained with sweat. What an adorable display~

“Oh I picked a winner tonight~”