Silverstream Wants the D

Gallus yawned and stretched his forelegs into the air. He allowed his body to elegantly fall onto the bed. The softness of the pillow felt like a touch of grace on this day of stress. He had to actually study! He stayed up all day and most of the night. Now, just as he was about to fall asleep, he reflected on all the time and effort he put in and gave himself a pat on the back for spending those thirty minutes wisely.

The griffon reached over toward the lamp on the nightstand next to his bed and tugged at the string. The room went dark, and Gallus snuggled beneath his covers. Sleep took him away. He could feel the sheer weight of the world being lifted from his body as it slowly drifted off into unconsciousness. Then, as the metaphorical weight lifted off, so did it returned. This time with physical form!

“Hi, Gallus!”

The light clicked back on, and he met Silverstream beak-to-beak, her arm reached out toward the nightstand.

“Uh, hi Silv,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” she started, as is a customary way to start a sentence. She pressed her weight down into him and circled a finger against his chest. This evoked a warmth beneath Gallus’s abdomen. “I was starting to feel lonely. I was wondering if I could spend the night with you.”

Gallus swallowed down a pit of saliva and cleared his throat. “Sure, why not. I don’t smell.”

The hippogriff snickered, and the griffon thought it was cute. “You’re silly,” she said.

“And you’re on top of me.”

Rather than get off, Silverstream wiggled over him, and he could now feel her rear-end brushing up against a certain knob below his stomach. And it wasn’t a doorknob. However, it was something else she could just as easily grasp, and a lock with a key would be an option if he was into that sort of thing.

But Gallus didn’t own any chastity belts, nor would he have time to invest in such things. He was a young griffon pumped full of hormones and ready to explode inside a female the moment he got his chance. Could this be it? This moment as a really cute girl laid on top of him. Yes, he thought. Yes, it is.

He didn’t want to dive right in. No, he was smarter than that. These situations had to be treated delicately. The griffon opened his beak, about to make a suggestion, when she laid a finger over his mouth.

“Shh, my parents are downstairs,” she whispered.

The griffon stared up at her, and despite his horniness, his mind still found footing onto some plain of logic. “We’re at ground level.”

“I know, but just pretend for me,” she said and proceeded to twirl around a feather on his chest. “Besides, we wouldn’t want my daddy to hear.”

“Why do you call him daddy?” Gallus said. “Just call him —”

She placed her finger back over his beak. “Shh. I’m violating my probation by coming here.”

“Silv, you’re not on prob—”

“If my daddy finds out he’ll tell my probation officer and it’ll break my mom’s heart.”

“Okay, I see what you’re doing here, and frankly, I can tell you’re into some freaky things.” He grew quiet for a moment. Then, he raised his forelegs toward her flank and brushed his hands through her feathers. “So am I.” he added cheekily.

Silverstream leaned in next to his ear. “Let’s do it in the dark so Celestia doesn’t see the abomination of baby-making we’re about to carry out.”

She reached over toward the lamp and tugged on the string, the room going dark again. The two pressed their beaks together, both of their tongues rolling over the other’s. Silverstream adjusted her body so that her flower brushed against Gallus’s groin.

His face already red with pleasure, his penis twitching with the severe urge to scratch the hippogriff’s itch. He was ready to dive in. He had to take charge.

Placing a talon onto her side, he rolled her onto the bed and got on top of her, rear-end in the air. They locked beaks again, and he was ready. They were both ready. They were both about to lose their virginity.

The door to the room slammed open.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER!?”

The two broke way, Gallus rolling off the bed and hitting the back of his head against the nightstand. Silverstream jolted upward and pulled the sheets over her body. “Daddy, please don’t tell my probation officer! ”

Gallus sat up, rubbing the spot on the back of his head that really hurt, and stared at a hippogriff that only looked slightly older than Silverstream, who had a mustache crudely taped to his face.

“What’s he doing here?” the griffon said angrily.

“I told you my daddy was downstairs!”

“We don’t have a downstairs! We don’t even have a basement.”

Silverstream leaned in toward him and whispered, “He’s not my real dad. I hired him to keep things interesting. Just beat him up and that will, like, really turn me on.”

Gallus raised a brow. “You mean actually beat him up?”

She shook her head. “Nah, just slap him a couple of times, tell him to run off, and call him a racial slur or something. I’ll be wet for days if you do that.”

Gallus nodded. “Right.” A determined look crossed his face, and the griffon stood up. He walked over to the hippogriff with the fake mustache and seething with rage, about to say some badass retort when he received a firm punch to the face.

Gallus fell to the floor, cradling his now sore cheek. The hippogriff then proceeded to punch him some more, and all Gallus could do to protect himself from the beating was curl up into a little ball and cry.

“His punches actually hurt!” he called.

Silverstream slapped a hand to her head. “Oh, I forgot. He’s a method actor!”

Gallus screamed. “His inflated ego hurts more than his actual punches!”

“I’ll deal with you after I deal with him!” The hippogriff shouted at Silverstream.

“Please daddy, stop! He’s an orphan.”

Gallus rolled away from the punches and sprinted toward the window next to the nightstand. Stray shards of glass flew into the air as he landed in the grass outside.

Then the hippogriff threw the nightstand out the window.

“I never want to see you near my daughter ever again!” he called, waving a fist in the griffon’s direction.

Gallus rented a hotel room and cried himself to sleep that night.