What a fright! Give Me Something Good to Bite!
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Pathfinding on Nightmare Night
What a fright! Give Me Something Good to Bite!
Pathfinder stood over his adopted daughter with his arms crossed. It was Nightmare Night, and she was about to go out trick or treating alone for the first time. It was a very frightening experience! Well... she wouldn't be totally alone. She was going to be with the rest of the neighborhood's kids in one big roving group, and it was going to be chaperoned by several of the neighborhood parents. So, he supposed he shouldn't be too worried. They were good people.
The adorable salmon pink kelpie was staring up at him with her big beady eyes. She was wearing an angel costume, delicate little smooth and slippery hands clasped around the handle for a pumpkin shaped bucket, the perfect candy carrier for holding treats. He was glad she didn't yet know about the pillowcase tactic. That is how you collected tons of candy!
Her innocent little costume made him feel guilty for dressing as a vampire bat pony. Maybe he should have gone with something more cute to match hers...
"Now then, what did we agree on?" Pathfinder said staring down at her with furrowed brows.
"No talking to strangers, stay close to the group, look before crossing the street and always know where the parents are!" Scylla cried up to him and a beaming smile.
"Great!" Pathfinder chuckled with a goofy grin (Which just so happened to show the comically large plastic vampire teeth he was wearing). He never could keep a straight face whenever she was smiling up at him.
He stepped aside and threw open the front door. A large gathering of fillies and colts forming in the street in front of his house, all wearing costumes of all different kinds of monsters and creatures. They were gathering around the three or four adults in the center of the group and were practically chomping at the bit to get going. They needed candy like their lives depended on it! It was all the adults could do to keep them from instantly charging away leaving them in the dust.
Pathfinder chuckled as Scylla rushed outside to join the rest of the near rioting crowd of young uns, leaving Pathfinder behind. The pegasus gave a content smile. Now then, time for a couple hours of relaxing at home, answering the door for cute little fillies and foals, handing out candy, and not having to deal with a bundle of overexcited amphibian horse. This was going to be absolutely positively great.
A sudden feeling of dread overwhelmed him though. He felt as though he was being watched by... something. First he turned his head back to the door, peering out the peephole in the center. Nothing.
Then he turned and stared inside the house. Nothing. Finally, with a shiver, he slowly walked forwards into the house, legs somewhat shakey. He didn't know why he was afraid, only that his body was telling him something bad was going to happen.
"Bonjour mon cheval!" He heard from behind him. He shouted and leaped into the air, taking flight with his wings and shooting up to the ceiling. He found himself desperately hugging one of the beams in the rafter, for fear of what was behind him.
Slowly turning his head around, he saw the cause of his fear. Anya the gryphon, a smug smile on her beak. She was wearing a nun costume of all things. He found it incredibly ironic. There was no way in tartarus someone as naughty and full of vice like her would ever be consecrated as a nun for any religion. Well... baring the Cult of Discord. They were extremely into ironic and wacky stuff like that.
"Anya! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Pathfinder roared down at her, still clinging to the ceiling.
"Oh tut tut Path. It is Nightmare Night! Where ever is your holiday spirit?" She said with a smug smirk, spreading her wings and taking to the air to join him up above.
"Well... just because it's Nightmare Night doesn't give you the right to break into my house unannounced and scare me half to death!" Pathfinder cried in anger, his brow furrowing.
Anya rolled her eyes and crossed her claws over her chest. "That's fair I suppose, but you do realize that Nightmare Night does give me the right to come to your house and demand a treat right?" She replied, an even darker smile coming to her beaked face, her single eye narrowing in malicious glee.
"A... and what's that? C-candy?" Pathfinder asked with a gulp. He hoped that was the answer.
"Nope," Anya said approaching him through the air. She leaned forwards, her beak a mere inch away from one of ears.
"It's you." She whispered.
Pathfinder barely had time to process this before he felt something fasten itself around his neck.
He looked down in fright! It was a pink collar covered in glittery little shiny rocks and gems. Probably not real gems though... unless Anya actually gathered them herself to make it. She certainly was the type to do that. A small silver bone shaped tag hang off of it, which jingled every time he moved his head. The name; 'Pathie' was drawn on it in perfect cursive, the letters pink with a heart drawn over the I in place of a dot.
He barely had time to comprehend the collar, before he felt something small latch itself to the back of it. A leash, the other end of which was held in Anya's claw.
Sweat started to bead on Pathfinder's brow as he let go of the ceiling, hovering in the air next to the gryphon. "W-w-what do you mean by 'It's me?'" he asked, his throat suddenly surprisingly dry.
The gryphon slowly flew down to the ground, her smile darkening. "I think you already know what I mean." She hissed with a smirk.
As soon as they had returned to earth, Anya was upon him. She wrapped her claws around his midriff, tackling him to the floor. With a primal ferocity she pinned him to the ground and pressed her beak against his lips in a fierce but kind of awkward kiss. Lips and beaks were generally not compatible for kisses.
Pathfinder was glad that he didn't actually have any windows near his front door so no trick or treaters would see what was about to happen to him. He had no doubt that it was going to be extremely... not safe for children.
Anya quickly parted from Pathfinder's lap soon after, sitting back and flopping off of him, her back pressing against the front door. Her tongue emerged as she licked her beaky lips.
"Now for my favorite part." She hissed, tugging on Path's leash pulling him closer to her, grabbing him by the cheeks. She narrowed her eyes and squeezed, roughly, causing Path's plastic vampire teeth to rocket out landing on her chest. "I don't think you're going to need that for what comes next."
Pathfinder watched with apprehension as Anya slowly brought her hand down, and grabbed a zipper at the base of her costume, unzipping it to reveal her already slicked and buttered snatch. Pathfinder raised an eyebrow.
"Why would a nun costume come with a zipper-door thingie that leads to your- oof!" He cried as, with a tug, Anya pulled on his leash, which shoved his muzzle right into Anya's snatch.
"Less talking, more eating." Anya laughed. Pathfinder rolled his eyes. She could be so rude at times. It was usually best not to fight it.
Pathfinder went about doing what he was supposed to do. His long, flat tongue slowly dug into her insides, inching over every bump and crevice of her inner walls, leaving no section unattended as he slowly pushed towards her special spot. He had been doing this with her for years, he knew exactly where that was, but reaching it was always an occasion.
"Oh yes! Mmph Nearly there...!" Anya cried as her hips bucked, rubbing her lower lips against his face. Pathfinder smirked, deciding that he would play with her for a little. He intentionally moved his tongue away from where he knew her G-spot was.
Anya's eyes widened and her brows furrowed in annoyance and anger. "Why you little-!" she growled a snarl coming to her beak. Pathfinder chuckled the vibrations of the act sending pleasant tingles through her inner walls, but it wasn't enough, not for her.
With a near bestial growl, Anya threw herself forwards. Pathfinder found himself pinned on his back with a startled cry. He barely had time to register what happened before his muzzle was once again slammed against the gryphon's snatch, his head being crushed between her mighty thighs as she sat on his face.
"You are being a very naughty little foal right now Pathfinder, maybe I won't allow you to climax today, which would be an awful shame for you." She hissed salaciously. Pathfinder's eyes widened. She was being serious. She had left him hanging like this before. He gulped and immediately got back to work, repeating what he did before.
"Ah yes, good boy." She licked her lips at his obedience, a reward would indeed be coming his way soon. Anya's claws started to tense and her hips started to buck on their own as Pathfinder quickly and hungrily made his way towards her special spot. Her inner juices quickly started to smear themselves all over the Pegasus's face, the friction of her lower lips grinding against his face, alongside the action of his tongue rapidly become too much for her to deal with.
With a cry, which sounded more like the roar of a lion mixed with the cry of an eagle, she threw her head back, letting her defenses crumble as she started to gush, femcum spewing out of her pussy, her honey pouring from the pot directly into Pathfinder's mouth, who obediently lapped it up like the good little doggie he was.
Anya let out a final moan as she flopped backwards off of Pathfinder, quickly crawling off of him so as not to crush him. She found herself back against the door with a content smile on her face.
"Ahh... that felt perfect as always mon ami..." the gryphon sighed and a tired smile on her face, slouching against the door with utter satisfaction, ready to drift off to sleep. She was interrupted by Pathfinder clearing his throat.
"Oh what is it?" She growled, cracking open an eye to see that he was still laying on his back in front of her, having lowered his pants and letting his equine rod spring free in front of her.
"You're not going to leave the job half done are you?" Pathfinder smirked, causing her to roll her eyes.
"You shouldn't be all cocky right now, considering the fact that you are still wearing a collar." She grumbled.
He legs came forwards as she tenderly placed her paws on either side of the rod, her paw pads slightly sinking into his rock hard flesh. Pathfinder shuddered at how surprisingly soft and springy they were. They felt amazing, like two velvety soft feathers filled with clouds. With an expert's movements, Anya slowly moved her paws up and down, with all the grace of a ballerina.
Pathfinder shuddered as she slowly picked up the pace, not by much though. It was a gradual thing. Feeling the friction of her paw pads as they moved up and down send waves of tingles down us rod and up his spine. It was absolutely divine! And it certainly wasn't stopping, as she continued to take it easy, making sure to milk this for all it was worth.
Pathfinder panted and moaned when she finally reached speeds that could reasonably coax his salty white jizz from the rod. His knees shook and buckled, and he guaranteed that, were he standing right now, he would have collapsed. He didn't notice the smirk she was giving him.
"We have been doing this for who knows how many years now..." She started licking her beak. "And I can still make you shake like a little foal."
That comment broke his resolve. With a yelp, the stallion's hips thrust themselves forwards and, like a volcanic eruption, his rod burst. White hot cum slowly oozed from his rod, coating both his costume's pants and the gryphon's paws in the gooey treasure.
The smirk on Anya's face only widened as she pulled her paws back slightly, pausing only to wipe them off on Pathfinder's pants, before letting out another content sigh. She laid back against the door and closed her eyes for, what was in her mind, a well deserved nap.
She heard shuffling in front of her, but simply wrote it off as Pathfinder getting up. She was surprised however, when she felt him press his back against the door right next to her and wrap her arms around her, pulling her close against his chest.
"You still got it." he chuckled in a sing song voice as he cuddled up next to her, not letting her go.
"You know, you really shouldn't be falling asleep. It's Nightmare Night, trick or treaters are going to be coming." Anya laughed as she couldn't help but curl up next to him as well. "Your house is going to be TPed if you don't hand out the candy."
"I know." Pathfinder said with a smile. "However..."
He quickly turned his attention down to his costume, Anya following his gaze. Anya's femcum coated his shirt, while his own white goop caked his pants in splotchy white stains.
"I don't think I should be handing out candy looking like this..."
Author's Note
Sheesh, writing so much gay clop recently has made me kinda rusty at the straight stuff XD
Hope everyone enjoyed this! It was a blast to work on this for Scyllah.
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