Author's Note

Marsminer made art for this chapter now, by the way.

It is on https://inkbunny.net/s/ with the number 2421161.

The Crossdressing Nerd...

Keith wasn’t a happy pony.

High school was tough for him, seeing as he was one of the weaker and more effeminate stallions, with a nice juicy ass, smaller than average height, a nerdy face and a lithe body frame. His coat was an off-white color with a black mane. He wore a black hoodie to help him better blend in with his surroundings and seem more inconspicuous. His body wasn’t toned. Not even slightly. No noticeable muscles to speak off. Just your average nerdy loser as far as he was concerned, which was why he tried to avoid trouble.

Of course not that it worked out most of the time as trouble looked for him. Weak victims that couldn’t fight back. Name calling was one of the better things that could happen to him. He shuddered to remember the incident where a griffon jock had flushed his head in a toilet bowl…

Too bad that this very griffon was the one he now had to work on a school project with, hence the reason why he was not a happy pony.

Honestly, he would rather have worked together with his sister. While she was a griffon, Griselda was a looker at least.

Not to say that Lanzo wasn’t, but Keith just didn’t swing that way and like mentioned prior, that griffon was a bully, so there was that.

He sighed as he entered his room. Celestia knows he would have wished the griffon had training today so that the lanky unicorn could at least get some reprieve while playing some RPG games on his console, alas it wasn’t meant to be as he looked over his withers.

Both of them were teenagers and yet Lanzo towered over his body easily, making Keith wonder if he had already fully matured. His fur was dark grey with black plum on his neck and head as well as a yellow beak. His frame was broad, his muscles rippling with every step, showing that he wasn’t one of their top athletes in the school for nothing.

“J-Just take a seat,” he said nervously, gesturing to the bean bag next to his bed.

His bed was in one corner of the room facing a nice flatscreen TV that stood on an open cupboard that housed his gaming consoles and games. Next to that cupboard was a desk with his PC and a chair. Left to the door was a closet that was built into the wall.

“Will do that, dweeb,” the griffon said before sitting on the bed itself, ignoring the bean bag.

Keith wanted to say something, but held his tongue, knowing it was better to let it go. They were alone at home with his parents gone for the day. That alone made him more helpless against him. Not to mention that any retaliation against that filthy bird he would get back ten times worse.

The griffon sat a bit spread legged too, showing off his grapefruit-sized black furry balls. Something Keith couldn’t help but stare at for a moment with his face glowing slightly.

“Now, where to start. The topic is rather broad isn’t it?” Lanzo mused as the colt quickly looked away embarrassed and nodded, making the griffon quirk a brow at the silent colt.

“What, still grumpy because of that toilet dive?” he mocked him with a roll of his eyes.

“N-No, not at all. W-We should probably determine how to build up the topic. Read up on a few facts about it. I have gotten some books about homosexuality,” the pony said with a more notable blush now.

Keith wondered how unlucky he could be to draw this topic along with this particular griffon as a partner for it. This just seemed to double the awkwardness.

“In short, facts about why faggots exist and what makes them faggots?”

The unicorn jolted a bit at the crass language but nodding stiffly nonetheless as he sat on the bean bag and pulled out two books off his saddle bag.

“Or maybe the better question is if you are a filthy faggot?”

Keith jolted again, staring wide-eyed as the griffon took a phone out of his green and white colored sports jacket, before showing off a picture.

...A picture of Keith.

It was not the best one, taken at a distance, but still showed him stealing a green cheerleader outfit with white trim from the locker room. He was frozen at this and Lanzo took this opportunity to eye the teenage colts dresser. He stood up and before the unicorn could utter but a squeak pulled it open.

Suffice to say the pony was horrified at this, jumping up and approaching him, as he looked through the dresser before quickly discovering a lot of female outfits, the cheerleader one included.

“What do we have here?” he asked with a jeer, throwing the cheerleader outfit on the ground, then a blue one of a japanese school swimsuit, then another one that looked like a stripper outfit, with net stockings a short red skirt and a black tube top with pink letters spelling ‘DADDIES GIRL’ and a heart beneath it.

“I...It is my sister's clothes,” he argued lamely in defense, while not managing to look the intimidating griffon into his eyes.

“Is it now? And she keeps her stuff in your closet?”

“S-She likes to hide the more risque outfits there.”

“Prove it. Wear this whore outfit then and if it doesn’t fit you I might believe you,” he stated in a challenge, picking it up and throwing it on the colt's face as he sat back down on the bed, legs spread.

He was now not even trying to appear decent, showing off those sizable large orbs once more.

Keith whined but still did as he was told, slowly and hesitantly putting the net stockings on, then the skirt and then the top. His movements were slow as if he was hoping to procrastinate the inevitable to think of a plan of action.

Just that none came up.

And that the outfit in the end fit perfectly on his slutty form.

The griffon gave an appreciative whistle. “Damn. Even some nerdy bitch like you can look decent in the right clothes. Of course they fit, meaning they are yours. How about trying out the others after you filly give me a twirl.”

“O-Okay,” Keith agreed, turning around to show off his body, feeling quite shameful at having to play dress-up for his bully. And yet he did.

The first outfit was stripped and the swimsuit was donned. He once more went full-circle, showing off his sexy ass to the griffon who then gave it a slap, making Keith squeak at the assault on his rear, light tears stinging at his eyes.

He turned around to the meanly smirking griffon who sat on his bed.

“You were asking for it. Just look at you, dressing up like a slutty filly. Calling you a colt was too generous. Now, get to the next outfit.”

“N-No, I think that was enough,” Keith said, trying to finally assert himself, “W-We need to work on the project.”

Keith’s ears shot up when he heard an unmistakable snap. His eyes flitted to Lanzo, seeing him with his smartphone snapping a few pictures of him.

The colt stumbled back in shock, letting loose a distressed whinny.

“D-Don’t!”

“Too late. Besides, why wouldn’t I take photos of a faggot all dressed up for me? Now, get the cheerleader dress on. Otherwise I might just post this online.”

His mouth flopped uselessly, trying to form words, but not finding any that would stop his bully from following through on his threat and exposing his crossdressing hobby to the entire school.

Dressing up seemed like a small price to pay for his silence, so he nodded in agreement.

“You stole some green lipstick as well, didnt you? Get it and apply it to your lips. Might as well complete the look.”

Another silent nod followed as he quickly changed to the last item without further ado, while also applying the green lipstick he kept in his nightstand. Much to his distress Lanzo made him pull up the white and green striped panties with his ass facing him.

His head was entirely red and he was glad when he was finally done, turning in a circle to show off.

It was then that Keith noticed that the griffon had a claw on his cock. A fully erect cock.

The colt gaped seeing this, not having seen his bullies erected shaft before. It was really big, with barbs covering the length up to its pointed end with a thick bulb at the base. The entire thing was easily bigger and thicker than anything that Keith himself was sporting, making him feel rather inadequate.

“Need a picture of it?” the griffon teased, making the colt aware just how long he had been staring and he quickly avoided his eyes.

“I-I’m fine.”

“Then ass to me you slut.”

His teeth clenched in apprehension as he did that, his cheeks having a constant embarrassed glow that wasn’t going to abate anytime soon with how the griffon constantly addressed him with derogatory terms.

Then he felt those two massive claws sink into his soft tush, fondling it and effectively molesting him in his own home and his own room.

It felt as if his safe haven and sanctuary was defiled as much as his body by this filthy bird. The claws just made him shudder in revulsion and not at all with any sense of pleasure!

Despite himself, the close intimate contact made his small dick stir lightly, poking out of its sheath and against the panties.

“Enjoying yourself? We can’t have that now can we? Not yet at least,” the griffon leaned over and purred hotly into his ear, making the colt tremble again, before he left his rear alone, simply sitting back on the bed and stroking his erect prick. “Turn around now.”

Keith did so, flinching as his face was too close to the griffon shaft, but a claw to his hair swiftly stopped any form of retreat he could have initiated.

“Sit your ass down,” he ordered with a commanding rumble of his voice. A voice that seemed to shake the weak nerd to his core who instantly did it like a mere dog. As if his body could by instinct tell who his betters were.

It got only worse as the griffon claw pulled him closer by his hair, making him whine as his eyes were mere inches away from the dick in front of him.

“Now then, the school project was about pathetic faggots, wasn’t it? How about we test out just how much of a gay little sissy you are?”

“I-I am not gay though. I am into girls.”

“Girls? Like how you were ogling my sister before?” the griffon growled, making Keith fearful at the clear undertone of rage.

“N-Not into griffons,” he weakly mumbled, though it was a weak excuse. He did indeed stare at his sister’s ass after all. This was the reason why his head got flushed in the toilet in the first place. And while he did dislike griffons, his instincts as a male, however pathetic they may be, could still recognize an attractive female when they saw it.

Or maybe it were just his hormones.

Lanzo of course didn’t believe his deflection for one second, instead he smacked his cheek with the throbbing piece of griffon meat. Keith yelped at the slap, looking up tearfully at his bully who glared down at him.

“I don’t tolerate lying sissies,” he hissed in clear contempt, making the weak pony tremble in fear.

The griffon’s claw grabbed his head, pulling at him before he could even answer. Keith squeaked out in surprise, a high-pitched whine of distress following as his face was mushed against the large griffon prick. He could even feel the barbs on it, who had a certain firmness to it, no doubt making any girl scream that felt them raking against their sensitive insides.

“N-Not the ass!” he pleaded as an image of this monster raping his boypussy came to mind, making Lanzo bark out a laugh.

“That is all that you can say? Then the mouth is fine?” he taunted him, a certain glint appearing in his eyes.

“N-No…”

“Too bad dweeb. You are just some gay little shit, so I will rape your face like one,” he growled, grip tightening on his mane as he pulled it up to the end of his prick, setting those full lips on it.

It was a sexy image, even with Keith being a colt. The lipstick did well to emphasize the kiss that he was forced to give to the tip.

The unicorn was made shamefully aware that this was actually his first kiss. And it went to the cock of his bully, right before his face was getting mercilessly raped.

And a second later it was shoved right in, the barbs slipping past the lips and into his mouth, the griffon's cockhead punching against the back of his throat. Keith gagged as Lanzo’s shaft pulled back, only to swiftly punch it again and again, as if trying to force it down into his gullet.

He helplessly pushed against the much stronger athlete, his nerd-like qualities becoming a clear disadvantage in this situation as he continued to gag and choke right before Lanzo finally managed to claim his throat.

A large bulge formed on his neck, showing how deep his shaft reached inside the inferior pony and yet it stopped at the knot, not able to stretch his mouth wide enough. Instead his muzzle scrunched up as his lips kissed it with each new plunge, smearing the green lipstick on it, almost like a trophy.

Keith let out a distressed gurgle. Not at all wanting to taste this superior and much bigger griffon cock on his tongue. It was deeply humiliating, making him feel even more embarrassed and ashamed than before. Something that even increased as the griffon started to move his head, using him as if he was not a pony, but a cheap fleshlight.

The barbs were teasing him along his mouth, giving off a strange feeling. Stranger than having a real dick using his throat for the first time in his life.

“Nice throat fag. I bet we can get the school project done rather easily with this, though I have to document it properly~” he said in a mocking tone, before the camera on his phone went off.

Tears streamed down the colt’s cheeks as he whined in a desperate protest, his hooves hitting against him and pushing still, albeit with no effect. The only real effect it had was Lanzo keeping his esophagus plugged, choking him and depriving him of his precious oxygen.

“Hooves off bitch,” he growled menacingly, making the small pony tremble. Keith hesitated for a mere moment before following the order, gagging as he was slowly turning blue.

Lanzo spat on his forehead, his saliva running down between his eyes as the unicorn could do little more than flinch at this further humiliation.

“That’s it. Be a good little faggot. This is all you are really worth. Besides, you slut love it! Your little dick clit is fully erect,” the griffon pointed out as he pulled out of Keith’s gullet, letting him take in big gulps of air around the meaty dick.

The colt tried to ignore the strong musk of a real male as good as he could while doing it, but it was hard. And upon being called out that he was indeed hard, he felt like melting into the floor in shame.

“I-It is your smell. Not my fault,” Keith muffledly mumbled an excuse. An excuse that the athlete wasn’t buying as he snorted.

He increased his pace, slamming the colts head into his knot repeatedly, wet smacking echoing around his room as he was forced to do so.

“It is your fault. You are just a pathetic sissy. I will make sure you will never look at my sister or any mares again. Make sure you will only think about superior griffon cock and how much your own pathetic excuse of a dick clit is falling short!” he growled dominantly, a tight grip on that black messy mane as he was turning Keith into an obedient little cocksucker.

Drool and precum was dripping down his chin, and landing on the small bulge on his panties which twitched excitedly. Despite this though there was already a small stain of precum on them. And one which would no doubt grow the longer this went on.

The griffon shaft in his maw pulsed in clear enjoyment, precum spilling on his tongue and down his gullet with his barbs raking along it as well.

“Glug, mmpfh, gluck, m-mmphf!” came the sounds unbidden from his mouth as it was abused, each thrust faster and faster, before his jaw stretched, threatening to dislocate as the bulbous knot suddenly slipped into him.

A distressed high-pitched gurgle followed, a cry not possible with the thick rod spearing Keith’s throat even deeper than before.

Lanzo groaned, letting the lipstick smear on the base of his mighty tool as the lowlife struggled beneath him. The griffon couldn’t help but grin smugly at the tears that were streaming down his face while he was slowly choking this pony bitch.

And then he pulled back, making Keith cough violently as soon as the tip of it rested on his tongue. And then his throat was speared and tugged off again and again.

The griffon was grinding deep into the faggot, making him take the entirety of it in full with each new thrust. His mane stung from the continuous pull as his lips wetly met the shaft in the middle, the barbs teasing along his tongue and gullet.

Lanzo spat on the unicorn again, this time hitting his muzzle and letting it run over his painted lips, adding to the degradation of this unicorn sissy as he grunted.

“Not a bad mouth you got on you. The only real way for you to get useful. I hope you’re hungry slut, because I am about to nut down your stomach and fill it up with a faggot’s favorite meal. Bet that is something you bitch could note down for the project!”

Keith seemed mortified at the mere notion of actually swallowing the vile liquid of this dominant jock, his hooves pushing fruitlessly against his legs as the pace got faster and faster, almost disorienting for the colt.

The large ballsack slapped his chin like he was nothing more than a little cocksucking bitch, drool and precum creating wet sounds around the room as the griffon reached his crescendo.

He groaned out, pulling him close, bulging his neck before filling his stomach. Volley after volley of slimy sperm was fired, the salty liquid shooting down directly into the nerdy colts stomach and expanding it.

Keith was shocked just how much there was. He felt full, as if he had eaten a meal. A fact that made him rather aware just how much cum he had just involuntarily eaten.

Just like a filthy faggot.

The prick was pulled out of his lips at just that moment, wet strings connecting the stained dick with his lips.

The unicorn seemed a bit dazed as he stared at the still hard rod and the two notable lipstick marks at the base and the beginning of the knot, making him gawk at the reminder that this entire huge monster had fit inside his maw.

It seemed almost surreal. Just like the bulge in his belly his hoof rubbed over.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Lanzo gripped the colt's waist, making him squeal in surprise as he was lifted up and then turned around towards his bed. His back was set on it, so his head was hanging from the edge as he saw the bully grinning down at him, making him gulp in clear apprehension.

“Didn’t think I was done yet, did you?” he asked the pony, humping his prick over Keith’s muzzle as his claw wandered to his panties, pulling them down and letting the unicorns equine shaft plop free. “So small~” he mocked, making the nerd blush and squirm on his bed. Even more so with the precum dripping from it as it twitched pathetically.

“Go ahead. Take your dick clit and jerk it. We both know you want to, you cunt. You are just a faggot after all. You cannot help it but want to touch yourself as a superior male griffon is owning your throat~”

The unicorn hesitated, whining in clear embarrassment at the order, actually thinking about disobeying it. At least until the griffon glared down at him and set his claw on his neck, giving it a warning squeeze.

The message was clear, so the unicorn powered up his horn. Only to flicker out as the griffon hocked a loogie on it.

“Use your hooves lowlife,” he demanded, making Keith shudder as his hoof reached down, nervously gripping his member and starting to move it.

“Good faggot,” he said while poking the ponies lips with his own shaft. They parted without any resistance as Keith simply let the bully do whatever he wanted to his body.

The weight felt familiar enough seeing how it hasn’t even been five minutes since the last time he had it inside of him.

It breached the entrance of his throat, settling back into it as the griffon started up his thrusts. His heavy balls slapped into Keith’s forehead, still wet with drool and precum, making sure his face would be even more messed up than it already was.

Of course the nerdy colt wasn’t adjusted to it. The only experience he had before being the earlier facial abuse he had received by this prick (the dick and the griffon). As such, he gagged repeatedly, esophagus convulsing and involuntarily massaging his bullies pole.

The griffon chuckled at that, squeezing his neck a bit.

“That’s right. You just love it. You love to suck my superior griffon dick off, don’t you slut?” he purred down to him with a mean grin.

Keith could only stroke his small dick in response, feeling it would be better to not answer or even attempt to at all. Not like he would have a good chance of defending against these claims as his vocal cords were currently occupied by that thick slab of griffon cock.

Lanzo thrust his hips hard against the ponies muzzle, fucking it into the side of the bed and making it shake violently as he increased the pace as well as the force of it. It showed rather well his physical prowess and conveyed quite clearly that listening to him was the right choice. This griffon could easily beat him up without too much effort.

This is proven even more with the claw pressing down on his neck, cutting off the airflow even further as his gullet was used.

The unicorn colt panicked, while his hoof movements accelerated, hips thrusting upwards as precum spilled on his skirt.

“That’s right. Keep jerking that small worthless pony dick. If you cum I will let you breathe again,” the bully said, making Keith panic, his mind feeling dizzy as his movements became faster and clearly desperate.

He could hardly believe that this was happening. That his life would be threatened if he didn’t manage to reach a climax in time. Or maybe Lanzo was just joking? Suffice to say the awkward nerd didn’t want to risk it.

His hips bucked into his hoof as he frantically and erratically masturbated as the griffon’s barbs rubbed along his squeezed esophagus. The sensations seemed even more intense, constant gagging and gurgles being heard while Keith slowly turned blue once again.

And he got closer.

Each time those balls slapped into his face he felt like he was getting closer, pleasure gathering as he was doing his best to bring himself over the edge.

And then, finally, he managed. The pony's body tensed and twitched, hips moving skyward, back arching as he held that position while a powerful orgasm took hold of him. His small dick spurted out its seed, leaving a wet slimy trail of his sperm from his dick up all the way to the underside of his chin.

He was shamefully covered, his top, skirt and belly stained.

“Nice mess you made, bitch,” Lanzo complimented, releasing Keith’s neck and letting him breathe once more. The spunk that got on his claw was quickly rubbed off on the ponies black hair while said pony started to breathe in big gulps of musky air, every time the dick wasn’t occupying his throat.

“Hope you are ready for the big finale~” he teased, his motions increasing one final time as his speed reached a crescendo.

Keith tensed at this loud exclamation, his hoof instinctually pressing against his cum-swollen belly, a clear reminder of what was to come.

Only that Lanzo had different plans in the end.

He did ram his face just as mercilessly as before, but when it came to it, with his dick throbbing violently and his huge orbs churning, he pushed his hips back.

A wet mess of drool strings connected his gaping maw with this glorious prick, the prick of a real alpha male, as it was aimed at his face.

Then Lanzo screeched out in triumph as it exploded. Volleys of spunk burst into the ponies face and then his mane as the griffon shoved it into the black hair. He made it slimy with his spunk before aiming at his body again, ruining his top further, then more splattering on his belly and lastly, he aimed for his retreating twitching dick clit.

Keith whined with some pleasure as he felt the superior hot sperm coat his member which did tremble in excitement from the treatment. It was running down over it and over his balls, marking him seemingly and showing him what a real male can do.

Only once the colt was a complete mess with his dick fully retreated and bathed in sperm, did he stop and sighed out in satisfaction.

The small nerd trembled as he looked up exhaustedly at the strong griffon as he simply laid there on the bed. Showered in griffon seed with messy cheerleader clothes. No, showered might be too weak of a word. Bathed seemed more accurate with how it was running down his sides in steaming hot rivulets.

He set the shaft to his lips, a large globe of cum on it. The unicorn had his mouth closed, the cum smearing against it as he growled.

“Clean the tip bitch,” he demanded and the pony obeyed with a pathetic whimper.

His needy maw opened and suckled on the tip, his tongue lapping at the entrance where more baby batter dripped from. He only stopped once it was clean.

Lanzo then pulled out with a smirk. “I would say we have made great progress with the project today. I trust that you will finish it on your own.”

The griffon’s shaft was retreating by now in his sheath as he stepped back, rolling his shoulders, ready to leave the pony behind. He was about to turn around, but decided to snap a few last pictures, his face getting closer to his sticky one after he was done.

“Don’t you ever dare look at my sister’s ass again. If you do, it will be your ass next time. I will fuck your boypussy so hard you will never be able to think about any cunt ever again, got that?”

Keith gulped in apprehension, frantically nodding his head to show that he had understood. It made Lanzo grin as he hocked a loogie across the nerd’s muzzle and his lips.

“Good. See you dumb cunt in school then~” he mocked, turning around and walking out. The unicorn could see the hefty furry griffon balls swaying tantalizingly with each step.

It made him almost drool.

Keith shook his head clear of it, before sighing out, feeling very much drained and filthy.

He was in dire need of a shower...