Pizza, Liquor & Lead

Almost a year prior…

Kure did not have an easy time growing up. Never knowing his father and stuck with a mother who didn’t much care for him, he had to fend for himself. Neither of his parents were affiliated with any of the various wealth clans which were the remnants of the last kingdom, and as such he was treated as a serf at best, only able to work menial jobs for next to no pay just to survive.

Like most birds his age and happenstance, he crossed the pond to find better fortune. Many wanted to be just like the clans and be party to untold wealth, believing that was the key to happiness. He always felt a bit of disgust towards some of the more extreme methods his fellows would stoop to in order to achieve that goal, and he wanted nothing to do with that.

A decent job, stable wages, and roof over one's head were all Kure found he needed to have joy in his life, at least for now. He did entertain some ambitions, like owning his own land and house, or working his way to one day captaining a vessel of his own. And he also wasn’t afraid to have some fun from time to time, and that night was no exception.

“Aye,” the grizzled old pegasus that he shared a dock and a table with grunted out. “You’re gettin’ quite sloshed ’dere Kure. ’Tink you should back off a bit.”

Kure never considered himself to be an alcoholic, but he could never turn down a friday night with the crew especially when good drink was involved. He had a couple in him already, which was more than enough to net a good buzz, but the night was still young and the next round was ready to be had.

“Come on, Hail.” Kure picked up his glass and knocked back a fourth of it in several gulps. “You of all ponies should know by now that I can hold my liquor just fine. And after a long ass day the booze is even better. Ain’t that right guys!”

With a raucous cheer, all the longshoremen who’d flocked to the speakeasy that evening raised their preferred drinks in toast, Kure and Hail included.

“See, even you agree.”

The eggshell pegasus with the wispy gray mane harrumphed. “Well, I don’t disagree. But I have a feelin’ tat someting important will ’appen to ya ’ere. Sailor’s intuition.”

“Yeah?” Kure was skeptical. “Sure.”

His aging colleague may have been unbeatable when it came to predicting the weather, but with Kure and all other griffons he’d ever known, luck wasn’t a factor. Good fortune wasn’t something that just came your way, it had to be drawn out by your own will. But the old codger was right. If he drank too much he’d just become a useless wreck. Better to just finish up the current glass of bootleg whiskey and enjoy the warmth in his belly while taking in some of the local color.

Through the haze of the secondhand smoke, he could see that the cellar was packed that night, with all sorts filling the air with conversation and cheer that reverberated off the arched ceiling. Echoing along with it was the gramophone belting out one of the latest swing hits as several mares and stallions danced in the center of the space. In the back corner some griffon and zebra gamblers were rolling dice at the wall and a minotaur duo were guarding double doors which led to the VIP lounge.

Kure’s eyes lingered upon the female clientele patronizing the establishment. He had enough tact to not stare at those with a partner, but the singles were all fair game. Naturally, he was interested in fellow griffons, but none of them struck a fancy. Then one mare in particular had caught his eye, sitting casually with a crossed leg and slowly glancing around in the same manner that he was. A cigarette smoldered its last in her kid-gloved hoof, and as she stubbed it out he wondered for a scant moment if she was even into griffons.

Then she looked his way.

The more sober part of his mind scoffed. There was no way a mare of that caliber would ever play ball with some rowdy dockworker, but to his surprise she actually grinned. The less sober part had no problem returning the gesture. Given a nonverbal affirmative, she stuffed a lighter back into the depths of her purple designer hoofbag and made her way over. The light blue dress which matched her gloves greatly accentuated her azure figure as she sashayed past the dancers, her prominent breasts almost wiggling with each step of her pump heeled and fish netted legs.

When she lingered, Kure understood that he’d need to meet her in the middle. With a sufficiently buzzed mind and a nether region which wholeheartedly agreed, he vacated his seat and strolled over to his catch. Almost forgetting himself for a moment, the griffon straightened up his cap, and then crossed the distance. When they met, a slower tune started playing and they shared a dance. As they shuffled about, Kure made his move.

“So sweetie, how often do you come around? What brings a mare like you to a den like this?”

Her response was to toss her lime green mane back past her headband with a sole feather tucked into one side and start fanning her face with a hoof. “To have a good time with good drinks just like any other gal here you… handsome griffon.”

She then turned around and moved back over towards her table, Kure in tow.

“As I’m sure you are aware, a seedy joint such as this is the only place to find a good vintage these days.”

Now at the table, she grabbed up the elderly looking bottle in the center and poured out a measure of red wine into her lipstick marked glass. Then she matched that into a second, clean glass and pushed it his way. Kure wasn’t very big on wine and spirits, but he was never one to turn down an offered drink, especially an expensive one. He did not just knock it back like bourbon, instead he followed his new partner’s example and gave it a gentle sip. It was a lot smoother then the other times he’d imbibed, and since it wasn’t watered down the flavor came out nice and strong. He couldn’t resist another pull, and when he was finished she giggled.

“So you can handle your liquor. Good.”

“Yup,” Kure happily agreed. “Been told that before.”

Even though she was jovial, Kure could easily tell that the mare wanted more out of her evening than drinks and mere company. He’d trod this very path many times, and the necessary words almost came automatically.

“Well, since we seem to have our drinks down, how ’bout we move onto a greater time someplace else?”

Like a chime of a bell, she giggled again. “You know, I heard a rumor that you griffins aren’t as big as you like to claim.”

If it was anyone else, Kure would have been miffed at the dig against his griffonhood. But when it came to intercourse he knew that she was simply looking for the biggest fish in the sea, and he was more than prepared to deliver in that regard.

“Are you sure about that?”

With a mad grin, Kure grabbed her hoof and pulled it over to his beltline. At first the mare’s eyes flashed in anger at such a brazen advance, but when she felt the massive bulge lurking under his pants her expression went to shock. “Oh my…”

She then took on a lustful tone. “How can you even walk with that thing?”

Out of pure curiosity, she started rooting around his crotch, trying to figure out through the fabric just how big his member was. She went under and found that she could barely cusp his also impressive family jewels around the girth. After a few more seconds she gave up on specifics and leaned back into her seat.

“Well,” Kure grinned. “How about you pick the place, and I can show you how I walk.”

Without pause, Kure leaned over for a kiss and the mare accepted, the two sharing in each other for a moment before separating with a laugh.

“My, my, aren’t you the fun one tonight. Come.”

She left her seat, purposefully brushed her flank against Kure on the way past, and beckoned with a hoof.

It was drizzling outside, and one thing Kure had picked up early on in his dating was to always have an umbrella handy for such occasions. His may have been quite bland and utilitarian, but it was the thought that counted and none of his partners had ever complained about it. Under the canopy, the mare leaned into Kure and he reciprocated by gently wrapping an arm around the back of her neck. As they both trod down the wet sidewalk a few odd glances were thrown their way, but neither of them were phazed by such things at that moment.

When they reached the modest hotel of her choosing, Kure was the first to pull the door open and let his lady through just like a true gentleman would. By the warm reception they received from the concierge and the bellhop, the griffon gathered that she was a regular and that she typically visited with company, but Kure still offered to pay for the suite even though it was on the pricey side for a bird such as himself. After offering up the bits, he scribbled his name in the ledger and they were booked for the night.

The room he had rented was a bit smaller than expected, with red walls and a single large bed for two to share, but Kure had no interest in more than a cursory glance. He had already grasped his partner and began to make out with her. While showing off the flexibility of his beak, he fumbled with the buttons of her gloves and then started stripping them off. She met him with a ferocity of lips and tongue unmatched, and equally struggled to focus on removing Kure’s belt from his pants.

With initial lust sated for the time being, they stumbled over to the bed and the mare made herself comfortable, laying prostrate and showing off a shapely hindquarters. More importantly, she had admitted access to the fastenings of her designer dress, something Kure readily utilized to start unwrapping his present. He was delicate enough to not tear up the fabric, and once the garment and assorted undies were fully removed he was rewarded for his discretion when she rolled over to reveal her naked breasts.

Kure was no stranger by any means, but each time he got to play with breasts he always felt like it was a new experience. The way they felt so soft yet firm in his squeezing claws was a remarkably enjoyable feeling, and another round of kisses followed up. Not content to simply let himself have all the fun, he broke off and started to undress, kicking off shoes and taking off pants followed by their underlying boxers, and once again his partner was shocked by his size.

“Oh my, you’re bigger than I thought!”

She quickly regained composure, and finished her thoughts with her usual sultry tone. “I thought you may have had something extra in your pocket, but I was clearly mistaken.”

Kure stared into her lusty eyes for a moment, and then grinned. “Yeah, I also get that alot.”

Taking what he believed to be his queue, Kure climbed up onto the bed and got ready to penetrate, but she called things off at the last moment.

“Ah, ah, hold it there cowpony.”

She pulled her hoofbag close and fished out a smallish box with a shield printed on its lid. Kure wasn’t too thrilled to be interrupted so close to release, but all he really could do was to entertain whatever she had in mind. So he dismounted and took the box into his claws.

“Put that on your big cock and we can have all kinds of fun tonight.”

It wasn’t uncommon for some to prefer to add some spice to their sex with an additional toy or something, but what Kure pulled from the box stumped him. A long latex tube, sealed at one end with a flared opening on the other. He’d never seen something like it before, and his closest assumption was that it was some kind of finger glove for a dragon or other large species. At any rate, he couldn’t wrap his head around the intended use, so he asked.

“Why, sweetie?”

She gave him a pointed look in return. “Just because you’re horny doesn't mean you're going all the way with me. Get that on and we can get busy.”

With the combination of inebriation and arousal coursing through his brain, Kure had a hard time grasping this development. It felt like his mind was an office with drones scurrying about in search of documents to explain what it had been presented with. A fist striking a table followed by a yell gave him the idea that maybe she fancied a big dragon fingering her.

Back in the moment, the mare lifted her rump and gave a wiggle to signify that she was ready to go. Not wanting to put things off any longer, he mentally shrugged and slipped the sleeve over his stiff member. It chafed, squeezed and pulled in all the wrong places and he was all around irritated at the last minute addition, but if it got him laid it would be worth it.

Kure still had no trouble finding his mark, and when he pushed in he was rewarded with a strong moan.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out. “You’re so damn big!”

Finally obtaining what he’d been waiting all evening for, Kure began to thrust in and out at a lazy pace while reaching up to fondle some breasts. As usual, he slowly ramped up his pace, but there was a problem. The rubber sleeve she’d insisted he put on was thick to the point that it was hampering his sensitivity, which was keeping him from feeling the familiar fire down below. It just wasn’t natural to have such a thing blocking the stimulation of penetration and other feelings of lovemaking.

‘Gods,’ Kure thought bitterly. ‘What does she get out of this stupid thing? If it’s some kind of new kink I don’t care for it at all.’

The mare on the other claw seemed to be enjoying herself much more, having been continuously moaning and calling out to be fucked harder and harder. Kure wanted to deliver, but the supposed toy was simply killing his ability to do so.

‘Fuck it. I’m taking it off.’

Claiming that he needed to reposition to really get it on, he had her roll to her chest and while she couldn’t see he yanked off the strange tube and chucked it into the nearby waste bin. Already, he could feel his unrestricted member engorging to its proper size and that little change brought him back into the game. With a good stretch of his neck, he mounted her like a true stallion and plunged right in.

She screamed with newfound lust as the big dick shoved its way down the tunnel and bottomed out, completely unaware of what Kure had just done. All she knew was the talons roughly grabbing her sides as she was pounded into with great renewed vigor. Kure quickly found a good rhythm in his humping, picking a pace which both provided great stimulation and allowed him to last as long as he needed to.

Some guys would only be in it for their own pleasure, going as quick and hard as possible and leaving their mare high and dry. But if Kure was good at one thing, it was sex and he knew that the greatest pleasure came with patience, so he carried on for almost an hour, when he felt her begin to shudder.

Knowing she was right on the edge, Kure doubled his pace, thrusting as deep as possible. As his own fire welled up in his groin at a breakneck pace, he started to sing his favorite moaning tune as he reached his own climax.

“Fuuck! Oh, fucking hell! I’m… I… Am… Going… To… Cum!”

Acting on an almost primal urge, he grasped harshly onto the voluptuous flanks below him and then pulled them as close as possible while thrusting as deep as he could get. At the apex, a mass of pressure shot down his cock and exploded into the mare, spewing his seed of life as he arched his head back in a silent roar of absolute pleasure. And just as suspected, the mare felt the same way, bucking up her hips as a shrill whinny escaped her open muzzle.

And then, it was over.

Kure may have been panting from the sustained exertion, but he remained inside her for the time being. She was almost passed out, breathing softly with a contented smile on her lips. They laid there, basking in the afterglow for an indeterminate time, neither wishing to disturb the moment so much effort had been placed into achieving. Eventually, he pulled out in order to take a comfortable seat on the edge of the bed, one thought entrenched in his mind.

‘Gods above. I am going to remember this night.’

As he glanced over the mare’s almost naked body, he knew deep down that she would as well. Ever the gentleman, he helped her to get comfortable by moving her into a resting position and nestling a pillow under her head. He then removed her shoes which had been completely forgotten and pulled the comforter up over her back. She still had her forelimbs free, and she used them to gently pull the griffon back in for one more kiss before snuggling in for the night.

Kure knew that mares like her were only looking for fast fun instead of long term relationships, but he still found his way into the bed for a little nap before heading home.