Feathered Hearts - Eros

As the evening wore on, Fortrakt wasn’t sure what was happening to not just him, but all of them, from Gilda and Giraldi to the three human civilians they had grown so close to. But he was increasingly sure he liked it, given the many sensual surprises and myriad sexual experiences the night had already brought him.

Though his memories of the early evening were growing increasingly hazy along with the pink in his vision, he could recall getting repeatedly and unbearably aroused in the presence of Tara Fields and the rest of his new human friends; his spear and inexplicable wish for his excitement to be seen repeatedly betraying him in the presence of the human eagless he so desired.

He took some comfort from the fact that he didn’t seem to be the only one having trouble keeping his spear sheathed, and as the second movie began, he even found himself silently urging Giraldi and the two human tiercels to show themselves so he wouldn’t be alone in his increasingly uncontrollable exhibitionism. Which, to his delight, they did; he noticed the other three males becoming steadily and even openly erect as the film progressed.

A glance at Marco showed he had unlatched the top of his pants—well, what else was he supposed to call that odd fastener at the top of the tight blue garment?—as he sat on his stool to relieve the pressure on his growing bulge, while a sitting Giraldi’s organ poked a little further free of its sheath every time a new scene of battle or naked human females was witnessed in the wonderfully bloody human war film.

To Fortrakt’s amazement, and even an odd measure of delight, the two even seemed to start taking an interest in each other as they sat side-by-side to watch the movie, stealing glances of their counterpart’s equipment as they ate from the same popcorn bowl. Later on, Giraldi even rested his talons on Marco’s leg!

And then there was Chris, who was sitting on the couch behind him. Fortrakt could smell the oddly enticing scent of human male excitement wafting off him, and he knew full well that the bipedal tiercel was still trying to get a picture of him aroused to show his friends back home.

Though he’d been surprised to learn that Chris was gay, and he certainly didn’t consider himself a tiercel-tucker at the start of the night, Fortrakt found the interspecies same-sex interest strangely flattering. Sometimes he even took pains to offer the human male the barest glimpse of his spear, turning back away before he could point his portal device to take a picture.

Each time Fortrakt looked, the pale-skinned and red-haired human seemed to have undressed further, releasing a fastener or removing another article of clothing until he was wearing nothing but a shirt with an open front through which his smooth, slightly curved spear stood up proudly from his bare lap. It wasn’t just Chris, either—by the end of the human war movie, Fortrakt realized giddily that he’d gotten his most fervent wish! He and the other three males in the room were in full display, unabashedly erect in the presence of not just each other, but Tara and Gilda as well.

He took great pride in their open exhibitionism and the fact that it quickly became apparent that he was the best-endowed male there. And that was to say nothing of the sheer delight that his treasured tiercel attributes had somehow grown even further as they’d gone along, leaving him looking like a centerfold exhibit in one of the erotic interspecies magazines that the ponies produced.

Magazines that might have been passed among the griffons of his unit once or twice. They’d gotten a good laugh out of them in the barracks, though nogriffon was willing to admit they were turned on by them.

In Fortrakt’s case, still but a fresh-out-of-training fledgling who was many months away from meeting Gilda, he was aroused less by the idea of being with other races—excepting, perhaps, a series of strangely tantalizing images of a tiercel being seduced and tucked by the dual spears of an adolescent drake—than by simply the idea of being photographed and his sensual conquest recorded for all to see, published as pictures in a magazine that countless creatures of all races could then witness.

Even then, the idea had been so heady that he’d had to go off by himself before somebody noticed his spear poking free of its sheath and wings threatening to splay; he’d ended up stroking himself off to the fantasy repeatedly when he found a private spot—no easy task in a barracks filled with soldiers.

And yet, even for all the exotic races they showcased—ponies, zebras, thestrals and even the occasional minotaurs or reclusive hippogriffs—those magazines had not included the soft and smooth-skinned humans, who the entire world of Tellus were not even aware existed yet.

But he certainly knew about them now!

Despite all their apparent differences, it almost seemed not just incredibly natural, but inevitable to Fortrakt that their two races would find each other. For how could they not, given how much they seemed to have in common, including a love of combat, which figured so prominently in their intriguing—to say nothing of incredibly stimulating—array of movies?

As not one but two human films were watched and the amount of cider he drank grew, he found that personal modesty and propriety mattered less and less to not only him, but all of them. +By the end of the oddly but appropriately named human war movie 300, he no longer had any left, presenting himself proudly as he leapt into the air in sheer delight and excitement at the conclusion of the magnificent tale.

And that had only been the start. He had watched in envy as Gilda, who had never shown even the slightest sexual interest in anycreature before, had grown steadily more flirty and showy, flashing her femininity at a rapt Marco and even getting affectionate with the human woman named Tara.

Though he might have been jealous of his superior snuggling up with the exotic and erotic human eagless he so fervently desired for himself, he found himself mentally urging the two to get amorous, even beseeching his Ancestors to let them undress—to strip each other of their garments and armor so they would be as openly naked and aroused as he so impossibly enjoyed being.

It wasn’t just because the idea of the two eaglesses together was so unbelievably titillating in his unbearably excited state, either. It was because he desperately wanted to see Tara Fields unclothed, especially after the many delectable scenes of naked human females he’d gotten an eyeful of in the human movie.

Whether the Ancestors had answered his prayer or whether it had happened entirely of its own accord, he had once again gotten his wish and then some as Tara gradually removed Gilda’s armor to begin caressing and fondling her feminine form. It had soon been followed by Gilda returning the favor; finally allowing Fortrakt to drink in the full mass of Tara's enormous chest-mounted human mammaries, which despite their odd placement were plump and quite pleasing to the eye.

Better yet, it turned out they were an important erogenous zone on human women, which Gilda quickly availed herself of, feeling them up with her talons and even suckling like a cub on one of Tara’s two prominent teats.

Fortrakt had all but melted at the sight of Gilda baring Tara’s beautiful human breasts by pulling up the bottom of her tight-fitting garment with her beak. To his eyes, she appeared genuinely enamored of another creature for the first time, leaving him thanking his Ancestors anew for granting him the chance to see her hidden sensual side.

As she’d stared at the exotic teats fixedly and commented how they shouldn’t be covered, he’d scarcely been able to hope he might yet see her do even more, finding himself desperately wishing Gilda would both fondle the smooth flesh and suckle a human teat. But to his surprise and delight, she had done so, taking to the act of eagless intimacy like a cub would to her mother!

He had the passing thought that he’d have a wonderful time teasing her over it later, given how little she’d initially cared for their human visitors. And yet, here she now was, getting as publicly excited and intimate as she’d earlier teased him for, with a gorgeous human eagless!

And though he would never have thought it possible, even better was to come. His initial delight had turned to outright glee when Marco had dared to put his soft talons on Gilda’s hindquarters in an intentional act of outright groping; one that had gotten him attacked weeks earlier when he did it unintentionally out of ignorance. But this time, he got away with it, his movies and ministrations slowly reducing the tough and touchy eagless to putty in his human paws.

Ancestors knew Fortrakt had certainly never seen Gilda as sexual or any object of desire himself. But to witness her aroused beyond all reason and allowing both a human eagless and tiercel to grope her was a far better sight than any interspecies magazine centerfold he’d ever seen!

He couldn’t help but encourage Marco with his voice and thoughts, loving the sight of him reducing his proud and normally no-nonsense superior, who once threw him through a table for simply brushing her wings, to a tuck-toy who only wanted to be touched and taken, amenable to anything they wanted.

Though even then, some of her personality remained intact. She hadn’t taken kindly to Marco’s endless teasing when she was all but demanding oral attention from him, finally using her raised tail to grab him by the neck and pull him to her, burying his head in her nest.

Fortrakt had gone weak-kneed when seeing that, finding it tickled another previously unknown sensual interest within him. He envied Marco and couldn’t help but imagine himself in the human tiercel’s place, somehow submitted without so much as a mating round and then ordered to orally pleasure an eagless, held fast and not released until she was well and truly satisfied.

And maybe being lost in the previously unknown fantasy was the reason why he’d been caught so off-guard when a naked Chris all but tackled him from behind.

The human male began frantically undressing and mercilessly molesting him as the others watched, saying he couldn’t hold back from doing so any longer. Before Fortrakt knew it, he was being swiftly stripped of his armor and felt up even worse than Gilda was, unable or unwilling to stop the amorous alien tiercel’s advances as his soft but groping talons quickly found and fondled every intimate area he had!

Already halfway to orgasm from the erotic human and griffon eagless enticements before him, Fortrakt could only weakly protest as his body and psyche betrayed him at every turn; never more so when Marco decided to turn his ‘lap-top’ camera on him and project the image onto the far wall. It left the young male, who had never even thought of himself as a tiercel-tucker before, witnessing a live movie of his own same-sex seduction.

A live movie which impossibly only turned him on even more!

He could only watch it helplessly as the moving image turned into a close-up of Chris preparing to take his tail, leaving him so turned on by the sight of the human organ about to enter him that he thought he was going to faint. And yet, when the act occurred and the intrusion registered on his oversaturated senses, it was not pain but intense pleasure he felt as his body yielded easily to the intruding human spear, whose size and slightly curved shape seemed perfectly suited to the act.

Before he knew it, he had been hilted and the joy Chris expressed at finally getting to be with a male griffon was shared by him—he never knew what he’d been missing! He felt enormously fulfilled to feel another male deep within him, especially an alien one who found him as exotic and erotic as he now did humans!

In fact, he found in that moment that he wanted Chris to stay embedded inside him forever!

Not even the teasing of Gilda or Giraldi over being so openly tucked by an alien tiercel could dampen his suddenly-soaring mood. He wished he could share this wonderful feeling with other griffons—wished he could show all other tiercels how good it felt to be topped and tucked by a worthy, worshipful human male!

Maybe, he thought in a daze as Chris drove him to climax from the sheer thrill of what was happening to him alone, they could share the movie that Marco was filming and show it to other griffons? Maybe then all other tiercels could seehim! And maybe then they would try it with not just humans, but each other!

Or why stop there? Maybe just by seeing Chris conquer him, males of all races could find each other, just like those pictures in the interspecies magazine he’d seen a couple years earlier! Not many of them were gay, since the ponies found that to be taboo given their skewed gender ratios, but they’d gotten around that block by making the same-sex scene they did have be of other races.

Even for all he was already experiencing, it was an incredibly heady thought; that his filmed seduction would set the example for not just tiercels, but males of all races!

To his delight, he got his wish yet again as, seeing the scene and enduring endless teasing from Marco—by all the Crows, did he not know what he was asking for by removing Giraldi’s armor or putting his hands on the First Spear’s shoulders?—his former Century’s ranking enlisted earth griffon began to systematically seduce the human male in turn. He did so despite being a happily bonded tiercel and Marco’s increasingly feeble protests.

Protests that, just like with Fortrakt, were belied by his obvious arousal and excitement.

As the events unfolded, Fortrakt found himself rooting for and trying to guide Marco’s seduction every step of the way even as Chris continued to take his tail, unable to get enough of it—or him. First, he mentally urged the older male’s beak to bare Marco’s backside, and he did, showing their soft curves. Then he wanted Giraldi to tear Marco’s shirt and trousers away, and he did. When he wanted to see the First Spear stand Marco up so he could run his talons all over him, it happened. Even when he wanted to see the human male’s spear fully exposed, it quickly was, revealing his throbbing and dripping ‘cock’.

It was an odd slang term for a spear, to be certain. But given it was an Equish word for a rooster, he could understand it well enough, just amazed that yet again, all his wishes for witnessing the scene had somehow been granted. He quickly noted that Marco was also the only close rival he had in terms of stature, but just like with Fortrakt himself, that didn’t make him dominant as Giraldi finished undressing him, beginning to explore his exotic human body in earnest at Fortrakt’s continued mental command.

He watched with great excitement as Marco could only squirm in helpless pleasure, still trying to insist he wasn’t gay even as his flushed cheeks, trembling body and throbbing spear belied his words. Doubly so as Tara and Gilda teased him and turned his own laptop on him, giving it an eyeful of griffon talons groping his very naked and aroused human form.

Ancestors above… everything I’ve asked for has actually HAPPENED! he suddenly realized with wide eyes locked on the scene with Marco even as Chris continued to thrust into him, driving him to a fresh orgasm. Is it me? Am I somehow causing this? Fortrakt silently wondered even as he urged Chris to intensify his thrusts and continue to caress his body, unable to get enough of his touch or attention.

It seemed impossible, but given all that had already happened, was anything anymore?

Experimentally, he kept projecting his thoughts at the pair, wanting to see griffon talons wrapped around a human sac and spear. And again, Giraldi instantly obliged him. Loving the idea of seeing his earth griffon superior outright dominate and take ownership of the human male, he had done that as well at Fortrakt’s suggestion, holding Marco close while possessively putting talons on his flank.

And when Fortrakt sensed Marco would be even more unbearably aroused to have his tail threatened with tucking, the First Spear pulled the human tiercel’s right flank aside to expose his cleft and then stuck his beak into it. Fortrakt had gone as weak-kneed to see it as Marco was to feel it, willing the big earth griffon to begin licking the area in earnest.

Though he doubted Giraldi needed any encouragement to do so, he had yet again, and Marco shortly collapsed forward as, in an act that would have made any tiercel tucker proud, Giraldi again obeyed Fortrakt’s mental urging to begin licking and probing at Marco’s anal orifice directly, reducing him to a quivering mass of barely-resisted pleasure.

His observation of the scene was interrupted only by Chris making him climax again and taking pains to paint his chest and face with his own seed—why did he like that so much? He opened his eyes again to see that Marco was now crouched and ready to receive Giraldi’s spear.

But then the human male began to shake violently, seemingly unable to fully accept what was happening to him.

To his great credit, Chris had instantly recognized Marco’s distress and gone to help him, leaving Fortrakt both bereft of his spear’s presence and sorely chagrined—in his excitement and desperate wish to see another male deflowered and turned gay in front of him, had he nearly hurt one of his best human friends?

But to his great relief, Chris knew exactly what to do. He stopped Giraldi long enough to steady Marco, explaining to him exactly how to enjoy the act. When asked, a worried Fortrakt retrieved a fresh mug of cider and helped Marco drink it, watching as the amber liquid instantly relaxed him and left him far more eager.

Fortrakt was afraid to offer up any more mental encouragement after that, even if the idea that he was actually somehow affecting them still seemed too fanciful to be real. But with Chris’s coaching, Marco’s first gay griffon experience went deliciously well, and this time, Fortrakt didn’t hesitate to fantasize about them further, wondering what other ways human males and griffon tiercels might enjoy themselves.

He might have spent more time considering it had Gilda and Tara not moved up on either side of him, putting paws on him without prompting. “Well look at that…” Tara said as she rubbed shoulders with him and moved a hand slowly up his back, causing his breath to catch and his mind to suddenly remember how smitten he’d been over her. “Giraldi really made Marco gay.”

“It suits him,” Gilda grinned as she rubbed wings with him and then shocked Fortrakt further by reaching down to grasp his eager organ. “Not bad, cub. A spear of this size will make eaglesses very happy.”

‘Eaglesses like us,” Tara suggested as her hands continued to stimulate his wings and wingbases, scattering all his previously same-sex thoughts in favor of female fantasies. “What do you say, Gilda? The other boys seem busy right now, so how about we take him for ourselves?”

“He’s still not my type, but I could be persuaded,” Gilda granted as Fortrakt felt her give his organ a squeeze, causing his hips to give an involuntary buck and a fresh surge of thinner fluid out the top. She then used it to coat the entirety of his shaft, increasing his pleasure further. “He’s a dweeb, but he has some redeeming qualities—not the least being enormously well-endowed. But I’m not gonna let him mount me with a lower rank. So what did you have in mind?”

“That we mount him,” Tara whispered silkenly in his ear; a breathless Fortrakt thought she was saying it as much to him as to Gilda. “I did that to Giraldi, you know.”

“Oh?” Gilda said in some interest. “Mount him? How do we do that?”

“It’s how human females sexually dominate their mates. And speaking of being dominated…” Fortrakt could all but hear her grin turning lascivious. “So how’s he compare to me, Galen?” Tara called out to Giraldi as a dazed Marco looked up from where he was on all fours—which for a human meant on his forepaws and hind knees—to see Fortrakt being fondled by Gilda and Tara alike; the young tiercel had the fevered thought that perhaps as punishment or reward of the Gods for misusing his talent, he was being turned into as much a toy as Marco had tried to make Gilda! “Does he feel as good as me?”

“Exquisite…” the big earth griffon rumbled happily as he continued to thrust into a smaller Marco’s tail beneath him, his eyes closed and wings splayed wide. “Please take no offense when I say that for as wonderful as your tail was, his is even warmer. And tighter!” he grunted happily as he pushed forward again, causing Marco’s eyes to widen and his human ‘cock’ to spurt hard on the floor beneath him.

But Tara only chuckled, taking no offense. “Yeah, well, I had some experience with doing it. He didn’t—unless you count that strap-on I used on him when we were drunk. Hey, Chris! You mind if me and Gilda borrow Fortrakt here?” she then asked, causing the Second Spear’s eyes to go wide and his eyes to dart back and forth between them, scarcely able to hope that the two eaglesses were planning to take him both at once.

Chris looked back only briefly, offering up a slightly longing look but finally nodding. “I don’t want to hog him. And I know how much he wants you, Tara. So sure,” he said with a nod and grin, making Fortrakt’s heart leap. “Just don’t make me too jealous like Marco here! God, I wish I was in your place, buddy!” he said wistfully as for the first time, he began to stroke himself to the sight of Marco mounted by Giraldi; he even leaned forward so he could begin to make out with Marco’s open mouth directly!

“Lucky…” Marco murmured happily, his expression one of pure wonder as he continued to kiss his longtime friend. “Feels so good… you two really are making an eagless out of me!” he admitted without any further shred of guilt or doubt.

Fortrakt might have said something or thanked Chris for his generosity if Gilda didn’t suddenly insert a talon into his loosened sphincter, causing him to stiffen and his spear to spurt. He lost track of Giraldi, Marco, and Chris as Gilda and Tara rained nips and kisses down on his feathered head and chest while pressing close to him.

“You’re such a sweetie, Fortrakt. You stood up for me, and I’ll remember that. And reward it. With my very nest…” she cooed seductively. “I let Giraldi have my tail, but I saved my nest for you.”

Fortrakt suddenly couldn’t move or speak as his heart began pounding in his chest. Fantasy after fantasy were being fulfilled for him, leaving him wondering if he had somehow honored not just his Ancestors, but the very Gods in a previous life! For regardless of his mysterious talent, how else could he have earned both a human and griffon eagless? “I… I…” his spear answered for them by swelling further in their mutual grasp, threatening to erupt for a fourth time that night right then and there.

“Don’t cum, cub,” Gilda growled only half-teasingly as she did her best to push him over the edge despite her words. As she spoke, she wormed her talon deeper and rubbed up against the ‘pleasure button’ Chris had shown him with its hard ridges, threatening to trigger his climax right then and there.

“I am still your superior, so by my order, you may not cum until Tara and I do!” she warned, causing him to whimper as he clenched his beak and desperately clawed his way back from the brink just as he heard Marco and Giraldi reach their own pinnacle of pleasure; the sounds evoking sympathetic memories within him of being claimed by Chris and almost overriding the Decurion’s orders. But he just managed to avoid it, shaking hard as he only barely choked it back.

“So you do have some discipline,” Gilda teased, still wriggling her talon within him. “You’ll go far in the Guard. Okay, Tara, now that the boys have had their fun, how do we both take him without him mounting us?

“Like this, girlfriend,” she said as Fortrakt felt her gently push him onto his back. Though she didn’t have the strength to force him to do anything, his body yielded instantly to her effort. His splayed wings laid out on the plush rug of the floor beneath him, brushing against the couches on both sides of the suite’s living area. “He’s got a cock and a beak. So we take one each… from above… while facing each other!”

For what seemed like the fifth time already that night, Fortrakt felt his mind melt as he vividly visualized it from her description; an unbelievably taboo mating method that broke just about every rutting rule griffons had. And they had done it on their own--it had not been by his mental request, because Ancestors knew he would never have thought of it himself!

“By the Ancestors…” he barely croaked as he was laid out and Tara began to straddle him directly over his sorely aroused spear, not only taking him from the top, but facing him!

“That’s right, Fortrakt. Like I told Gilda and Giraldi, this is how human females dominate and control our mates,” Tara said as she slid slickly down his pole; Fortrakt gaped wider as he felt himself fill her nectar-slickened nest inch by deliciously illicit inch, giving a hiss of pure pleasure as she did so.

But he only got a brief look at her beautiful human body sitting atop his spear before it was eclipsed by Gilda’s half-avian one; he had a brief but equally spectacular view of her sodden slit as it settled over his agape beak, saturating his sense of smell with her cider-sweet eagless odor.

“Now I get it, Tara. And I like it!” the Decurion said as she settled on top of his head. She was very wet and swollen from her earlier lovemaking with Tara and Marco, and a drop of her pure sensual essence fell into his open beak even before she made contact with him.

It gave him his first taste of not just her, but any eagless, ever!

“Thought you would, girlfriend,” Tara said as Fortrakt felt her wriggling her body against him to settle his spear more firmly within her; every single small movement felt keenly as a wave of welcome rapture repeatedly washing outward from his very happy organ.

Then Gilda’s voice was heard again, along with some muffled sounds coming from the area of Chris, Marco and Giraldi. “There you are—your greatest fantasy fulfilled, Fortrakt. Now get to work! And remember, you can’t come before we do!” his superior reminded him slightly breathlessly. “If you need more motivation? Do it well, and I might let you do it more often.”

“B-by your command…” was all he could manage as he began to lick up into her. Even he could hear how badly his voice was trembling as his beak stood poised before her eagless attributes, which he never in a million years thought he would ever want or wish to know. But now…?

But now, he not only knew it, but he found he already wanted to know it again and again—be dominated again and again by human and griffon alike! He’d never engaged in oral lovemaking before, of course, which tended to be a bit tricky for griffons at times given their hard beaks. But he’d read enough lurid scrolls and novels over the years to have some idea of what to do.

Ancestors, please let me prove worthy of both of them! he silently asked, praying not to make a mistake or climax before they did. For if he was truly to fulfill his destiny by breaking boundaries and helping others to discover the joys of everything from open sensuality to interspecies lovemaking, then he had to succeed without help here!

He began by pushing the top of his curved beak upwards against her opening to stimulate the outside surfaces, grinding its hard but smooth length into her swollen and sensitive flesh. When he was rewarded with a shudder and low trill, he increased the upward pressure to pry her lips open, allowing his tongue entry to her depths. He thrust it as deep as it would go, gathering up as much of her honey as he could, probing and stimulating her previously unpenetrated nest while delighting in the taste of his first-ever eagless.

The heady thought crossed his mind that he was getting what he wanted yet again, this time by being forced to orally pleasure a female as he had so envied Marco. He shivered and moaned into her open lips, and yet, he found most of his attention at that moment was on his lower body, where Tara sat straddling him, filling her sacred nest with his large and throbbing shaft as a reward for helping her.

His hips gave an involuntary buck, seeking to drive himself even deeper, feeling himself bump up against her inner barrier as his tapered tip sought access to her very womb. By all his Ancestors, he wanted to claim her! More than anything else, he wanted to come inside her! Even though it seemed impossible, he wanted to impregnate her! And he wanted to do it right now!

But even though he might have been able to override Gilda’s instructions mentally, her orders still echoed in his head, and he knew he wouldn’t. He was still a soldier, after all, and he would not disobey the Decurion by climaxing before they did.

I can’t until they’re both satisfied! They’re not there yet… so I have to GET them there! He decided the best way to do that was to increase their stimulation, not just from below but by pleasuring their other erogenous zones as well.

He could still keenly feel Tara’s nest enveloping his ecstatic spear, but as much as he wanted to feel for her mammaries, he wasn’t about to try groping for them with his sharp talons when he couldn’t see her. But he could easily seek out Gilda’s teat quartet, which would be just above her nest, and did so, gently sliding his talons around her thighs to her belly, quickly finding and closing on the topmost two of them.

To his surprise, instead of just the nubs of her teats themselves, he found that the area around them had mounded up, not unlike a series of small human breasts! They had become pleasingly plump and wobbly, jiggling in place as he disturbed them. Delighted and amazed, he groped them happily as she shuddered and pushed into his efforts. He used his talons to rub their erect and prominent tips between the rough surfaces of his digits as Giraldi had indicated to do; he was immediately rewarded by an audible gasp that interrupted Gilda’s kissing of Tara.

He took pains to give each teat attention in turn; the fleshy mounds now surrounding her mammaries nearly enough to be an entire talonful each. Wait—was her lovemaking with a human female making Gilda acquire some human attributes as well?

And if so, does it go both ways? Oh, Ancestors… PLEASE let that be the case! he silently prayed, imagining Tara with wings, wondering if he could somehow influence that event as well. He didn’t know, but finding he couldn’t get enough of Gilda’s new mammary mounds almost as much as her wonderfully juicy and pried-open slit, he eagerly ate the latter out, using the curved ends of his beak to stretch her sensuous flesh further and allow his tongue to probe deeper.

He could taste her delicious female flavor and feel the bumpy ridges that formed her inner walls; even feel the throbbing nub of flesh at the front of her slit against the end of his lower beak, which he recalled at least distantly was supposed to be a powerful source of eagless pleasure. So he withdrew his tongue briefly to give it some attention as well, bathing it with his licks and panting breath.

She trilled in deep pleasure again. “You’re a dweeb, but you’re also a natural, cub!” Gilda admitted as he heard the sounds of human and griffon kissing above him; from the way she had bent forward, Fortrakt guessed she was leaning into Tara, who was gently moving herself up and down on his organ, sending fresh thrills through him with each pistoning action of her practiced hips. “Crows know it was never like this with Rainbow…”

“Rainbow?” Tara echoed the question that Fortrakt would have asked, had his beak and tongue not been otherwise occupied.

“A mare I knew…” Impossibly, Gilda seemed to deflate a bit despite the erotic pleasure he was giving her, so he picked up his oral efforts again. Keeping one set of talons on her still-swelling teats—Ancestors, he loved their feel like this! Were Tara’s the same?—while sliding another up Gilda’s side to her wingbase, where he found Tara’s talons already present.

Fearful of scratching her, he snatched his claws back, but she simply grasped them and guided them to their goal, lacing her soft talons with his large ones as they pleasured Gilda together.

Ancestors know I never thought Tara and I would be sharing another EAGLESS! He had the half-formed thought as Gilda spoke again. “I grew up with her in Cloudsdale. Met her when I was eight right after Mom and I moved there. We were best friends for ten years…” she made a sound not unlike a sniffle as she spoke. “And then she dumped me!”

“Dumped you?” Tara was aghast and even Fortrakt’s interest was piqued despite his preoccupation with Gilda’s glorious griffon femininity and Tara’s equally exquisite nest, which had reduced his spear to a tingling, throbbing toy that was all too ready to explode and deliver his sacred seed deep within her.

The only pony ‘Rainbow’ he knew of was the famous Wonderbolt, Rainbow Dash, but the odds that Gilda somehow knew her seemed remote at best. But then again, hadn’t he read somewhere that Rainbow Dash grew up in Cloudsdale, too? “Why would she do that to such a wonderful eagless like you?” Tara asked between slightly more frantic kisses as Fortrakt sensed the two finally starting to build to their long-awaited rapture.

But as eager as he was for them to reach it so he could reach it in turn, he slowed down his efforts to listen, both to hear the story and wanting them both to be given the best experience possible. Even if my destiny is to help everycreature discover themselves sensually, it can’t just be about me and my wants. It has to be about THEIRS! he decided, asking the Ancestors anew to be able to help them in any erotic way he could.

“I don’t know…” Gilda replied in a forlorn tone that belied both the drooling of her sex and quivering of her flight muscles beneath Fortrakt’s talons. “Or then again, maybe I do…” She began to relate the full story of her upbringing and Fortrakt found himself stunned to hear it—she did mean Rainbow Dash!

And she never told us she KNEW her? Why not? She would have been extra popular with our troops then! She might even have been able to get an earlier officer rank if she got a recommendation from Rainbow Dash HERSELF! he had the idle thought as he continued to eat her out.

Though it was rare, the Kingdom would accept sponsorship from foreign military officers. And though the Wonderbolts weren’t exactly military, their origin as the elite Bolt Knights in the Great Pony/Griffon War notwithstanding, they were still very disciplined and trained new flyers in a Gauntlet-style program.

But the reasons for her not doing so swiftly became clear as she detailed a single bad day in Ponyville leading to a very ugly breakup for reasons that seemed… insufficient. Crows know it sounds like Gilda was a bit of a teenage idiot, but what griffon isn’t at that age? And Rainbow Dash was seriously willing to throw away an entire decade of friendship over… THAT? He couldn’t believe it, suddenly wishing she was there before him so he could give her a piece of his mind.

Oh, Gilda… is that why you’ve never sought a mate and kept everygriffon at wing’s length? Is that why you never told us you knew Rainbow Dash—because just to talk about her was painful? he guessed, then deflated himself. May the Ancestors forgive every bad thought I’ve ever had about you, you poor, lovelorn eagless… he squeezed her teats and drove his tongue deeper into her in apology, causing her to stiffen in pleasure anew.

Even as he continued to listen, a brief glance to his right showed activity continued between Chris, Giraldi, and Marco. Though he only got a brief glimpse of them when Gilda raised her hindquarters briefly, he could see that the former had propped his forequarters on the stone table surrounding the cooking fire to present his newly enhanced and still-throbbing spear and sac to them.

Keeping an ear trained on them even as he continued to lick and listen to the talk above him, he noted that Chris seemed to be giving a freshly conquered and newly gay-converted Marco a lesson in the arts of tiercel tucking as he patiently coached him through giving Giraldi oral sex; the pair were soon bathing the big griffon’s fist-sized ‘balls’ in licks and kisses before they shifted their attention to his spear itself.

He just heard Giraldi praising their technique and pure worship of him, proclaiming loudly that he wanted an entire harem of human males before Gilda shifted slightly. Her thick and meaty flanks muffled all further sounds as she ground her eagless nest into his beak anew, seeking solace from the pain of her memories from his beak and tongue.

He did his best to give it, offering Tara an occasional thrust of the hips as well to satisfy both her and his desperately needy spear. And yet, through it all, the two females just kept talking, kissing and caressing as the Decurion finished relating her life’s story.

“Oh, Gilda…” Tara said in sorrow when she finished. “After all those good times and all the fun you two had together, Rainbow Dash broke up with you just like that? After you got mad for being the butt of a bunch of dumb jokes?”

“She did…” he heard Gilda all but sniffle again. “Maybe I was just a dumb and dweeby teen, but I loved her, Tara! I loved her so much… and I didn’t even know how much she meant to me until I lost her! By all the crows, what did I do wrong? Why didn’t she give me another chance? Why didn’t she just tell me I was out of line instead of shedding me like an old pinion…?”

“You poor, poor girl…” a shift of weight and pressure from Tara’s nest against his overpleasured and very happy spear told him that Tara was leaning forward to hug Gilda hard; the muffled mewling told him in turn that she was letting her new eagless mate cry on her shoulder. Unable to speak, Fortrakt offered the only comfort he could in turn by caressing her thighs and turning his licks more gentle and loving, trying to let her know how much he appreciated her. Though she didn’t speak to him in response, he felt her talons clasp his where they sat on her thighs.

“I promise I’ll never leave you, Gilda. You’re my kind of griffon. So strong. So beautiful. And so sensual…” she purred as Fortrakt felt Gilda suddenly stiffen from what she could only assume were human hands running up her flight muscles again. “I’ll be with you whenever you want, however you want! That’s how much I love you.”

“Oh, Tara…” Gilda began crying again with a series of squawking sobs, which were quickly muffled by Tara’s body again. “Why couldn’t Dashie have been more like you?”

“I don’t know, girlfriend, but it’s her loss and my gain,” Tara said between fresh kisses of Gilda that Fortrakt could hear. “Where have you been all my life, Grizelda Behertz? All those worthless soy boys and bikers back home I wasted my time on… those two immature girls I was with as well? None of them were anything like you! Or him!”

She raised herself off him slightly to begin pistoning her hips harder into his spear, eliciting a pleasured trill of his own that was heavily muffled by the hot lips of Gilda’s delicious slit. As he started feeling Tara begin using her thigh muscles to continuously knead his spear, he was suddenly and keenly reminded of her beautiful human body wrapped around his male shaft; the squeezing action almost enough to make him erupt into her right then and there.

But he fought it with all his waning will, wanting to prolong the act further to help heal Gilda’s wounded heart, never mind the wondrously heady feeling of being not just taken but dominated by both his surprisingly sensuous superior and such an exotic and erotic alien eagless for as long as possible.

And besides, they still haven’t come yet! But what more can I do for Gilda…? he asked forlornly as he continued to give her all the attention he could, trying to focus on the spots and areas he’d already learned she liked the most. She responded to him by clamping her tunnel down on his beak and tongue, but he wasn’t sure it was enough; fearful his oral efforts alone simply weren’t enough to bring her to climax given her suddenly morose mood. Need to snap her out of it somehow! But how can I do it…?

At that moment, she lifted and shifted off him slightly to again lean forward into Tara; with his vision momentarily cleared, Fortrakt got a glimpse of a reflection off the opaque room skylight to see that Giraldi was still propped up on the stone table with Marco’s head hidden beneath his lower belly; he guessed that Marco was now going solo on Giraldi’s earth griffon spear as Chris coached him, keeping a hand on his back.

Fortrakt smiled at the sight, glad he’d been able to help at least one other friend indulge a previously unknown sensual pleasure that night—it was the least he could do for all the previously unknown pleasures Chris and now Tara had shown him! Perhaps finally satisfied that Marco was doing it right, Chris patted him once on the rear and whispered something he couldn’t catch before shifting around to kneel before the back of Giraldi’s ‘balls’.

As he watched in the makeshift mirror the ceiling skylight presented, he saw Chris proceed to worship Giraldi’s swollen seed factories for a few moments before moving up them, following the slight ridge of flesh upwards with a series of licks and kisses until he reached the base of the big earth griffons anal opening.

By my Ancestors, is he really going to…? Fortrakt found himself sorely hoping Chris would, and this time, he didn’t even have to wish for it as Chris didn’t hesitate to bury his entire face beneath Giraldi’s tail, worming his tongue inside him.

The First Spear stiffened instantly, trying to both push back against Chris’s efforts while thrusting forward into Marco’s hidden maw. “By the Gods themselves, these human tiercels are such sensual treasures that I’m going to… to…!”

He didn’t get a chance to finish before he clamped his claws on Marco’s head to hold him in place, beginning to empty his orbs deep into his new lover’s captive throat.

That was all Fortrakt saw before his view was again eclipsed by Gilda’s backside, which settled on his beak again; all he could do was will Marco to swallow every last drop of griffon seed and Chris to continue riding him with his tongue all through Giraldi’s orgasm.

Wait… that’s IT! he somehow knew, remembering how effective the act had been at breaking Marco’s resistance and turning him on further. Desperately ignoring his own throbbing spear and seed-laden sac, both of which were all but begging him to empty themselves inside Tara immediately, he then willed Gilda to scoot forward just a little more, reaching up to tug at the tips of her mammaries briefly. Giving them a quick tweak, his talons closed fully on their still-growing mass again to give her some added encouragement, marveling at their simultaneous firmness and softness anew.

By all my Ancestors, I truly LOVE the feel of these! Who would have thought that Gilda had such a soft side? And Tara’s are so much bigger…? He couldn’t wait to finally put his talons on her human mammaries in turn, but focused his efforts on getting Gilda to shift. Either due to his mental urging or a simple desire to press her teats more firmly into his talons, she did so, pulling away just enough for him to see what lay beneath her tail.

It was an act he would never have considered before the two examples of it he’d already seen, but if it would help her, he had no qualms about doing it as he turned his beak upwards and aimed his next series of licks directly at it.

To his great gratification, Gilda stiffened immediately and cried out with a sharp trill at the contact, nearly losing her balance atop him. But he held her in place as he used her own fluids to lube his tongue so he could insert it fully, finding her sphincter parting almost instantly for him.

“By all the Crows, cub, that’s… you’re… I’m…” she was unable to finish a single phrase as he continued to work his way deeper, using his talons to rub her nub and grope her teats, feeling her tail thrash above him.

“Gilda? What’s wrong?” a breathless Tara asked in concern.

“By all the crows, Tara, he’s licking my… my!” She couldn’t finish again before she stiffened and shuddered, and then arched her back hard, emitting a high-pitched trilling sound he never dreamt he’d hear from her as she cried out in passion to the Ancestors themselves, to Fortrakt’s great gratification.

Her grief over Rainbow Dash was instantly forgotten as her sex all but gushed nectar onto his chest and chin as he kept his beak in place and wriggled his tongue inside her. He found the slightly salty spoor of her surface and interior wasn’t foul at all, even tasting slightly of cider as he used light pressure from his beak to spread the opening wider.

She squawked hard as her orgasm intensified further and her femininity continued to repeatedly contract in sympathy to squeeze out additional droplets of pure honey upon him; even her teats seemed to swell further and get more rigid against his groping talons as he felt the waves of pure pleasure wrack her.

I did it! Ancestors, I DID IT! he mentally shouted in joy. I got Gilda off! And I got her through her pain! Now for Tara…

As Gilda remained rigid over him, he moved his talons to grasp her hips and hold her in place as he finally allowed his own orgasm to build, deciding it would be the feeling of his seed flooding and fertilizing her that finally triggered her climax. His bulb swelled and plugged her opening as her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped at the sudden stretching of her human femininity, or maybe it was the tip of his intruding organ finally pushing through her inner barrier to deliver his essence deep within her.

It was at that moment Gilda’s orgasmic spasms finally ebbed. Collapsing with a contented trill, she slowly fell off him to the side, finally letting him see Tara mounting him from above while facing him. The sight of it alone sent him hurtling over the edge of orgasm and caused his spear to erupt within her, flooding her

“Oh Fortrakt! Oh, fuck! You got Gilda… and now you got… me!” Her chest heaved as her back arched, causing her mammaries to move with her; her teats inscribing circular orbits over her chest as an intense climax claimed her as well. She clutched his talons to her as he held her in place, fueling his own fantasy by visualizing his seed surging deep within her, so fertile that despite their difference in race that he would still fertilize her.

“So hot… so deep… so good… and so much!” she cried out as she came, clutching at her own massive mammaries in her passion.

Even still lying on his back in a submissive posture, staring up at the opaque skylight through which he could see a reflection of the entire room, Fortrakt had never felt so worthy as not just a tiercel, but a griffon. For he had successfully claimed not one but two females he never dreamt he could, all the while helping everycreature in the room fulfill their greatest fantasies and discover things about themselves they never knew.

Case in point, he could now see Chris was being rutted by Giraldi as Marco bathed his balls from behind, stroking himself to the act, saying he couldn’t get enough of their taste or scent. To which Fortrakt urged his efforts upward, hoping to help him break what was likely his final same-sex barrier.

Come on, Marco… try it! You’ll LOVE it! Fortrakt silently urged him, his spear throbbing again at the very idea, wanting to see the human male he so liked pay full homage to his first gay griffon lover.

The darker-skinned human didn’t obey immediately; but his eyes began glancing upwards, only to be quickly averted. But he clearly couldn’t get the idea out of his head as he knelt higher and started licking at the top of the earth griffons enormous ‘apples’, as the ponies called them, while continuing to grope and fondle them with his soft talons from below.

He buried his nose in their base to deeply inhale their scent, but he shortly found himself staring at the First Spear’s prominent puckered opening in the face, though Fortrakt wasn’t sure Marco knew that Chris had already orally stimulated it given his view would have been blocked from below.

That’s right, Marco… you remember how much YOU liked it, right? So why not return the favor? Why not show Giraldi just how gay you are for him now? Fortrakt suggested mentally.

Though he couldn’t read the human tiercel’s thoughts, he saw Marco shiver hard and his human spear spurt once as he began to drift closer, placing his forepaws to either side of the opening to stretch it out. He stared at the area, sweating and licking his lips repeatedly as his final mental barriers began to crumble.

And then he finally spoke. “Oh god, I’m really gonna…” Unable to stand it any longer, he couldn’t finish the sentence before he buried his mouth beneath Giraldi’s partially raised tail, visibly trembling as he did so. His first tentative lick was rewarded with a twitch and hiss from Giraldi, who raised his tail fully over his back.

“By all our Ancestors…” was all Giraldi could say at first as he made no move to pull away. “Do not stop, Marco Lakan!”

“I w-won’t…” Despite his shaky voice, Marco’s hesitancy quickly melted into enthusiasm and even ecstasy as he got more fully into the unheard-of act, licking and kissing the area with increasing abandon. He even rubbed the dock of Giraldi’s tail with his thumb claw as his other set of talons snaked down to his human spear to stroke it. “God above, I actually like this!”

“Wow, look at him go…” a still-breathless Tara noted, turning her head to watch alongside Fortrakt in the skylight reflection. “Damn, Marco…” she further said as she rolled onto her back, allowing Fortrakt’s talons to finally find and close on her rightmost human breast for the first time.

“You said it, Tara,” Gilda agreed as she did the same, though she scooted up higher against him to make sure her splayed wings were laying freely on the floor behind his head, where they would be out of the way and not blocking the view.

“Ancestors above, he makes a really good tiercel tucker…” Fortrakt murmured as he kissed both his-now favorite females in turn, trying to watch the erotic act reflected above him even though he was now sorely distracted by the size and pillowy softness of Tara’s enticingly large mammary. Enthralled by its feel—as good as Gilda’s teats felt, Tara’s human ones were even better!—but deathly afraid of his talons scratching their delicate service, he squeezed the soft mound as gently as he could, and was rewarded by a fresh coo from Tara as he kneaded the sensitive flesh.

So THAT’s why Gilda liked having her talons on them so much! He idly wished he could give the same treatment to his superior, who would have thrown him through a table if he so much encroached on her wingspace before, let alone allowed him access to her intimate areas! But now? Let me feel your teats too, Gilda!

Yet again, she responded to his unspoken request by idly spreading her hind legs to allow him access to her, presenting her lower belly to his encroaching talons, which quickly found and closed on the still-growing mass of a single eagless mammary. It increasingly looked—and felt—like its human equivalent, each of the four now its own swelling, wobbling mound fully half the size of Tara’s, and like hers, capped with a single taut and throbbing teat.

He gave them all the attention he did Tara’s and was rewarded again by a contented trill, her body now yielded to him fully as she continued to stare upwards at the scene in the skylight, reaching across his belly to clasp talons with the human eagless over his spear as they watched.

Marco’s brown eyes flitted towards them but he didn’t stop, plunging his tongue ever deeper as Giraldi could only stand there and take it, trying to both push back and thrust forward at the same time. After a minute of such stimulation, both he and Marco looked on the verge of orgasm again, to Fortrakt’s great gratification.

“By our most rapturous Ancestors and all our ancient erotic gods…” Giraldi grunted as he plowed a very happy Chris from behind. “Such soft and sensuous forms! Such exquisite oral technique and willingness to do even the most taboo acts! May my Uxor forgive me, and you as well, Tara Fields! But I am now addicted to human males!” he proclaimed proudly as he climaxed again with a jaguar-like roar, slamming his hips forward to empty his fist-sized orbs into Chris, who called out to his own deity as he spurted hard onto the floor in turn.

To Fortrakt’s further gratification, even Marco came without any mental prompting as his mouth rode the First Spear’s rear through the tiercel’s entire climax, coating the big griffon’s contracted balls with human seed.

“Holy shit…” Tara said breathlessly as she watched the end of the unlikely act; it was only then Fotrakt noted she and Gilda were pleasuring themselves as they watched with soft and hard talons alike. “Please tell me the camera got all that…”

“It did…” a very happy and breathless Chris confirmed as Giraldi lay atop him, still hilted within him. “It got me and Marco! Like Tara said, damn, dude!”

Marco’s only initial reply was a groan as he began cleaning his own spunk from the back of the First Spear’s seed sacs. “Couldn’t help it… I had to do it…” he said simply, then turned his efforts upwards again to tongue the First Spear’s loosened sphincter once more. “But now I like it!”

“Well, looks like the boys are happy enough with each other, but me? I’d stay here in the Kingdom just to be with you both now!” Tara told Fortrakt and Gilda, stroking his freshly aroused spear. “And you as well, Galen. I know you’re into those two, but you can still take my tail at any time.”

“Thank you for such fervent flattery, Tara Fields. Be assured, that is an offer I will avail myself of! But you will forgive me if I find myself addicted to the tongues, tightness and tastes of human tiercels now. I simply cannot get enough of these two!” he said with a series of grunts accompanying some fresh but shallow thrusts into Chris.

“I will seduce every worthy human male I find, adding them to my new harem! And as I now qualify for full pension after two decades in the Guard, I shall retire to endlessly enjoy them. And invite other curious tiercels to do the same.”

Tara grinned evilly. “You hear that, Chris and Marco? You two are going to be passed among other tiercels to turn them gay for human guys, too!” she announced, eliciting a shiver and moan from both.

“An ambitious goal, First Spear,” Gilda approved from beside Fortrakt. “But just human males? What about the Second Spear, here?” she suggested, causing Fortrakt’s emerald eyes to go wide again in startled excitement. “I could also think of a few uptight nobles and overbearing officers who could use a good reaming.”

“I could be persuaded, Decurion,” Giraldi granted as he rolled over with Chris to lie on his back and place the human male on his belly; Marco immediately leaned in between their spread legs and turned his attention to his friend’s throbbing ‘cock’, causing Chris to groan and place a hand on his head. “For I love to hunt, and seduction is but another form of hunting.”

“Well said,” she granted as Fortrakt eyed Marco’s large and throbbing organ with its tip hovering beneath the First Spear’s still-large and laden sac, twitching tantalizingly near the big earth griffon’s well-lubed and loosened sphincter.

He could tell where Marco’s mind already was, given the way he kept glancing down, so Fortrakt decided to give him a mental push. Put it in, Marco! he silently urged him again, hoping that his continued silence wasn’t interpreted as anything untowards by Gilda and Tara. Take Giraldi’s tail!

And with a final breath to brace himself mentally, the human male did so, inserting the tulip tip of his long, curved shaft, which quickly passed the initial resistance with ease. “S-sorry, big guy, I gotta…” he apologized as Giraldi stiffened and his tail thumped hard against the floor once, his back arching hard into the air with Chris on him as Marco had soon sunk half his length, using his hands to push the First Spear’s legs further apart.

“Ancestors…” Giraldi all but trilled the world out. “That is how it feels? You were not exaggerating when you said there was a pleasure button, Christopher McLain!” he stopped thrusting upward just long enough for Marco to settle himself and begin to move his own hips in and out, the human male resuming his oral efforts on Chris with a series of deliciously loud slurps as he did so.

“Well, now I’ve seen everything…” Tara said in a very husky voice, frantically self-pleasuring in Fortrakt’s grasp. “Go, Marco, go…”

“You got it, girl!” Marco called out around a mouthful of Chris’s organ as he picked up the pace of his efforts, soon timing them to Giraldi’s thrusts into Chris. It was a scene worthy of any pony interspecies mag, to which he wished more pictures would be taken of it for an actual centerfold. Yet again his wishes were granted when Tara reached up to the couch for Chris’s discarded portal device and turned it on them, snapping several pictures in turn.

“Dear Penthouse…” she said breathlessly as she turned the device around briefly to snap pictures of her, Gilda and Fortrakt, taking great pains to focus on Fortrakt’s talons against the breasts of her and Gilda.

“And featured in the next issue of Axiom Interspecies Yearly… Fortrakt Gletscher!” Gilda added gleefully as, completely of their own accord, the pair grasped his spear in their talons together so Tara could take a picture of it as well.

The latter then grinned evilly again. “Remember, Fortrakt, these pictures are going to be seen by millions!”

“Millions…” he repeated dreamily, suddenly imagining himself the center of everycreature’s attention again, his very image turning both human and griffon tiercels gay and putting eaglesses into endless heat!

And then, almost without warning, he came hard to the fantasy, fountaining first over his chest and face and then all over all three of them as they shifted his spurting organ left and right, coating Gilda’s wingbase and Tara’s human breasts with his impossibly copious seed.

“And there’s the moneyshot,” Tara said in great satisfaction as she snuggled up to him again despite their cream-covered bodies. “That’s our Fortrakt—that performance alone should put him in the Hall of Heroes!” the human eagless exclaimed, causing Fortrakt to harden again at the idea of his statue carved with him in full arousal for countless generations of griffons to see.

“Eh, I admit he’s not bad…” Gilda granted with a deliberately indifferent air as she turned to her side and laid her wing over both of them like a blanket, holding her tail high. “You know, if you’re that good at oral and teatplay, then you can eat my nest and tail out any time, cub! In fact, I may even make it an order!” she said with an evil gleam of her own, to which a dazed but very happy Fortrakt could only salute her weakly.

“So what now?” Gilda asked Tara while Fortrakt could only continue to pant, still floating from not just his own pleasure, but from the knowledge he’d given everycreature theirs! He’d missed the latest climax of Chris, Marco and Giraldi, but he didn’t care, knowing he could watch it over and over at leisure later on Marco’s laptop. “Have to admit, Tara, that to judge by the two boys and what we did here, you humans know some really fun ways to rut.”

“Thanks, Gilda. And don’t worry, there’s plenty more. So how about we switch positions next time?” Tara suggested eagerly as Fortrakt’s closed eyes snapped open again. “You take his ‘spear’, and I’ll take his beak!”

“Sure, why not?” Gilda agreed as she reached down with her talons to grasp the base of Fortrakt’s only slightly softened shaft, which was already starting to harden anew. “But right now, I need a break and a drink. Might want to clean up and use the facilities, too. Hey Marco! Is there any more of that cider?” she called to him.

“Huh? Oh! Sure is! Drinks all around!” Marco announced as he got up slightly stiffly from the side of Chris and Giraldi to collect their bowls and mugs, the inside of his rump cheeks catching Fortrakt’s roving eyes given they were wet and glistening, to say nothing of Chris’s cum dribbling down his cheeks and chest. He filled their bowls and mugs one by one, still partially erect as Chris and Giraldi remained in a panting puddle on the floor.

“For the record, I think we got about a third of the keg left. Since it’s starting to run a little low, anybody want some extra flavor?” he waved his flask of buffalo whiskey at them. “For medicinal purposes, only, of course! I should probably take some anyway after where my mouth has been!” He took a direct swig from it and swished it in his mouth before swallowing it. “That’s the stuff! Whew! And no offense, big guy. I’ll still tongue or take your tail whenever you want!”

“I would expect no less, Marco Lakan…” Giraldi said breathlessly as he lay on his side, still snuggling Chris. “It would seem that this time, you seduced me!”

“God above, I think I’ve created a monster…” Chris said weakly. “Hey, Marco? Put some in mine, too!”

“You got it, buddy! How about you, Tara?“ He turned back to her, completely shameless about his seed-covered state. “Seems a shame for you two to get up all covered in Fortrakt’s spunk—we really need a picture of that!—so don’t worry; I’ll deliver it. And a towel or two.”

“You’d better,” Tara said with a grin, both her and Gilda obeying an idle idea from Fortrakt to rub some cream into their slits and teats wihle licking it off his beak. “You know what? I’ll take some whiskey, too. Gotta say, though, looks like you boys had fun. So how’d you like your first guy, Marco?” Tara teased, eliciting a grin and a visible twitch of his organ. “And congrats on a successful conversion, Chris. You actually made not just a spear-sucker, but a rump-rimmer out of him!”

“Just doing my duty as a card-carrying cock-lover…” he said with a dreamy stare as he accepted a mug from Marco and sat up slightly weakly from the First Spear’s side. Fortrakt felt a moment of regret as Giraldi’s softening spear finally fell out of him with a heavy slurp and sudden flood of thick cream—whatever effect he’d had on them, that was something not even he could undo with a mere thought, after all. “I converted Fortrakt, and Marco too!”

“Yeah, well, we converted Fortrakt back,” Tara told him with a grin. “And for as fun as he is, we’re gonna want him again and again.”

“I swear to the Ancestors, you can have me whenever you want, however you want…” he promised them softly, still basking in the afterglow of his latest orgasm, immensely enjoying the idea and feel of the two females caressing his body and cleaning his face. He thought about saying something more—after all, he had helped them all mate by simple mental urging, even if he wasn’t quite sure how!—but he also wasn’t sure how they’d take it or if he hadn’t somehow imagined it.

He didn’t think he was, though; it had worked too many times already! Not that I regret it, though! He suddenly imagined all the ways he might use his newly discovered abilities; all the inhibitions he could end and tiercel-tuckers of both races he could create, helping humans and griffons find each other fully.

Maybe I could even try it on the Marines and our outside soldiers…? he wondered idly with fresh fantasies as there was a sound of running water before Marco walked up.

Tossing them a pair of fresh towels from the bathroom, he allowed the two to get up and clean him with wet washcloths from beak to tail, surprised as Gilda even offered Tara some tips on proper wing preening. But finally at least somewhat spent, he responded only weakly to her undeniably intimate actions; he felt increasingly tired as even the pink in his vision had faded somewhat.

Though briefly tempted to sleep and starting to feel the beginning of a headache—did he have a hangover?—the urge and pain almost instantly disappeared as a fresh bowl of cider was offered him by a still-naked but freshly cleaned Marco, who poured in a slug of whiskey at Fortrakt’s request. His half-flaccid organ hung heavy; even unerect, it fell halfway to his knees. The aroma alone instantly perked both Fortrakt and his phallus back up, intensifying the pink he saw and leaving him ready to rut almost instantly once more; as the young tiercel watched, his spear gained size yet again!

“Ancestors above…” He breathed as he saw the effect, thinking he wasn’t far from being able to satisfy a Saddle Arabian with such stature!

“It’s the cider…” Tara finally realized as she stared fixedly at his swelling spear. “It’s doing this to us! I think it’s making us act this way, too!”

“So it is. And do you care?” Marco shrugged as he threw back his own mug of it and his stature noticeably increased again; at Fortrakt’s mental request, he turned to the side to show himself in profile to them as he both expanded and became erect. “I don’t know what’s in it, but I like it! Gods above, I’ve never had so much fun in my life!” he proclaimed as he just put the half-empty mug aside, using both sets of talons to stroke himself anew before them in an open display of arousal Fortrakt loved.

“You said it, buddy!” A half-flaccid Chris agreed as he chugged his own mug of whiskey-spiked cider. He then watched in amazement as his spear surged back to attention and swelled further before his eyes; this time, Tara made sure to get video of it, pointing the laptop at him. “Wait ‘til the guys at the bars back home see me now…” he mused, and without prompting, he turned to compare his increased stature to Marco’s, finding it only a bit short.

“That’s one for the /gif section of 4chan! They sometimes post cock expansion threads. They’ll never believe this one’s real,” Tara announced with a grin..

“And you know that how, girl?”Marco challenged her with a lopsided smile, then turned back to Giraldi, who was only then standing up; Fortrakt had missed when he’d been cleaned, but there were a pile of wet towels beside him. “What do you think, big guy? Will these do you?”

“They will indeed ‘do’ me, Marco Lakan. Though I plan to do you far more!” he said as he strode up to them and then reared up to stand vertically as they did, towering above both as he threw back his own bowl of cider, causing his half-sheathed spear to engorge rapidly again.

“Holy shit, you’re big…” Marco only belatedly realized as he encompassed them with his wings and laid both sets of talons on their flanks to pull the two human tiercels closer against him; his hips were at nearly the same level as Chris and Marco, but his longer quadruped form still meant he stood head and shoulders above them. “In more ways than one!” he added as he saw Giraldi’s spear reach to nearly the length of his forearm, crossing spears with his two human lovers happily.

“We all are!” Chris said in amazement and delight as he rubbed his shaft against the other two males before Fortrakt could even ask them to. “What do you think, Tara?”

“It’s a fucking cock buffet…” Tara said as she sat beside Fortrakt with a grin before taking her own mug and drinking it; Fortrakt wasn’t sure what the effect was on eaglesses until he saw her mammaries visibly swell on her chest. “And I think I’m gonna need some new bras now…”

Seeing that, Gilda drank from her bowl as well; Tara turned Chris’s portal device on her teat quartet as they likewise grew to human proportions. Neither female objected as Fortrakt put his talons on their deliciously soft mammary mounds again, though Marco did look a bit envious.

“If you’re gonna keep groping me, cub, that spear of yours had better be as nice in my nest as Tara’s!” she warned him half-menacingly. “Get me off again, and I’ll let Chris have you back for a bit. Might even let Giraldi have a turn with you!”

“By your command…” Fortrakt felt himself going faint again at the idea his body was now at the beck and call of higher ranked tiercels and eaglesses alike; a mere tool of pleasure meant to increase the camaraderie and raise the morale of all civilians and soldiers around him by sexual submission and his own impossibly influential thoughts. “And by her command, I’m yours as well, First Spear!”

“A tempting offer,” Giraldi rumbled happily as he continued to drink in the pleasure and presence of the two human males. “And one I may yet indulge, cub. For as I think about it, it would seem I cannot truly call myself a master of males unless I include a few tiercels in my new male harem as well!”

Fortrakt barely had enough time to fantasize about the First Spear taking not just him, but an endless line of additional human and griffon tiercels aided by him before Marco spoke up again.

“Feel free, but always save some for us! Love ya, big guy…” Marco told him, clutching and caressing him like an amorous eagless in heat as Chris dropped to his knees to begin worshiping his shaft and sac anew. “You can make me a female any time!”

“Be careful with such statements, Marco Lakan. For if you tease me as you did before, then I will avail myself of your tail whenever I wish,” he warned even as he rumbled happily at Chris’s oral attention; Fortrakt had no trouble imagining that the human male could seduce other griffons with such a practiced tongue even without any help!

Marco’s eyes gained a devilish gleam as Fortrakt watched. “So is that a threat or a promise, big guy?” Marco reached beneath his flared wings with one hand to fondle his wingbase while lowering his other to squeeze and stroke his spear which hung heavy over Chris’s head. “Or will you just eat my ass out again to make me submit?”

Even though he hoped Marco would continue the tease, even Fortrakt was amazed by the sheer size of his figurative horse apples when he abruptly pulled away the First Spear and grabbed a half-full mug before he stood in front of him provocatively, presenting himself in silhouette against the still-playing video on the back wall. He turned away slightly and pulled a darker-skinned rump cheek off to one side, showing Giraldi a glimpse of his cleft contents, including the back of his large ‘balls’ as he drank the remaining liquid.

The act caused Giraldi to give a low and lustful trill while Fortrakt’s heart both leapt and sank as his human sac and spear expanded further. It eclipsed his in size for the first time as it stood out nearly three full talon lengths from his body, throbbing happily with its latest infusion of fluid. But the big earth griffon made no immediate move towards him with Chris still knelt before him, continuing to revere his tiercel traits with talon and tongue alike.

“My god, you’re such a tease, Marco…” Tara noted with a grin from beside Fortrakt. “Keep doing that, and you’re gonna get your ass drilled by every male griffon in existence!”

“I’d pay plenty of gems to see it,” Gilda grinned evilly as she let Fortrakt continue to fondle her, making him imagine the proud and abrasive eagless begging to be tucked in the tail by such an impressive organ, reduced by Marco to an even bigger tuck toy than before.

“Says the girl who’s offered up her tail to tiercels twice now,” Marco instantly rejoined, taking pains to bend over his laptop and wriggle his still-glistening backside in Giraldi’s direction, whose eyes had gone wide and his rapidly dilating pupils predatory, unable to reach him for Chris’s pleasurable presence between them.

“I got it from you, girl. But you know what? As fun as this has been, I say we recharge for a bit, and to help get us in the mood again, we watch another movie. And since you griffies like combat action so much, how about something more modern like… Midway?” he asked idly as he knelt down before his laptop again and turned the portal part to face him.

“Midway?” Chris’s head came up fractionally from where his lips were still locked on one of Giraldi’s fur-covered orbs. “But we can’t show them that, Marco—it’s got guns in it!”

“Guns?” Fortrakt chorused along with Gilda, while Giraldi could only grunt, accepting the whiskey flask from Chris even as he looked ready to not just rut but ravage Marco sexually. Staring at the dark-skinned human in pure wanton lust, he then upended the flask into his maw and gulped several swallows down, licking his beak happily, though he had to initially stifle a cough.

The tension ebbed from him and he sounded far more himself when he spoke again. “By the rum of my Ancestors, the Buffalo brew a most potent spirit! So calming yet invigorating. Nevertheless, I still want to remind you of just who your new Master is, Marco Lakan! But first, tell me… what is this Midway you speak of?” he asked as he reached out to pull Marco close again. He squeezed his larger orbs and only slightly-smaller spear against those of Marco’s, causing the dark-skinned human to push closer while leaving Chris with not one but two sets of seed-producers to orally enjoy.

Which he quickly did, reaching up to gently rub them together with his soft palm and talons while he pressed his nose and tongue into them; his soft moan indicating he was very happy where he was. And when Fortrakt found himself wishing that would be recorded as well for projection on the wall behind them, Tara instantly stretched out before him not unlike an eagless would, pointing the laptop up at the scene.

She even pulled out and lit one of their ‘flashlights’ to spotlight it; upon seeing it, the three instantly shifted position slightly to give the camera the best possible view of human and griffon seed factories mashed together, being bathed by a human tongue from below.

Marco stood there enjoying the act for a moment before he spoke. “It’s another movie, full of exactly the kind of things you griffies go for—lots of battles and big booms. And who cares about some stupid rules by a buncha pansy bureaucrats back home, Chris?” Marco said as he obeyed Fortrakt’s mental instruction to show the camera his well-lubed anal orifice, pulling his rump cheek aside briefly. “How about you, Tara? You in? I say we show the griffies some more modern combat action! With lots of gunfire, giant ships, and gi-normous explosions.”

“Are you sure? We’re watching a pretty good movie right now, Marco,” Tara said as she continued to film the unlikely scene while stretched out before him, not minding in the least as Fortrakt couldn’t resist lying atop her and resting his spear in her prominent cleft. No matter how many times he touched her, he couldn’t get over how sensually soft her skin felt! “Besides, I figured if you’d want to show them anything else, it’d be outright porn!”

Marco gave an evil grin. “Don’t tempt me, girl. But if you insist on having a porn option, I’ll give you the choice of Midway… or Coital Convent!”

“NO!” Tara and Chris instantly chorused in alarm as Marco only laughed.

“Thought so. Wimps. Then we have a consensus.” As Fortrakt watched in still-growing envy, the darker-skinned human male took advantage of Giraldi’s sudden distraction over Chris’s worship of his most sacred spear to slip free briefly.

As Fortrakt watched, he walked in front of Giraldi and Chris again, and then laid himself out on the soft and plush rug in front of his ‘laptop’ with his legs spread wide and rump slightly elevated in full display to the First Spear.

Already overstimulated by Chris’s oral efforts, Giraldi erupted instantly to the sight; his spear spurting hard at the sight of Marco laid out and ready to receive him again, showering the bare skin of the darker-skinned human’s back and ‘butt’ with multiple streamers of thick griffon seed. His eruptions were so powerful they almost completely coated Marco’s cleft before they slackened and then drizzled their remainder down Chris’s spine.

“You’ve been gay for ten minutes, and you’re already a total slut, Marco,” Tara commented in amusement to him, propping herself on her elbows enough for Fortrakt to cup her breasts again from below. “Even so, I never thought the day would come that I’d see you soaked with someone else’s spunk.”

“Get used to it, girl,” Marco said with a grin, wriggling his creamy rear as a suddenly weak-kneed Giraldi all but collapsed to the floor, eased down by Chris who began to tongue him clean again. “Glad you’re enjoying the scenery, big guy! Feel free to use either of us as a floor pillow like Fortrakt is for Tara. But for now, I’m rolling Midway…”