Another short, post-sex nap punctuated Murky's day. He'd woken up before Stern, who remained sleeping heavily on the bed next to him, illuminated by the dim light from above indicating that it was barely afternoon. All of this was a confusing and sudden change in his life, to suddenly be taking naps and having brunch, not to mention Stern. Murky still felt he'd realize this was all a dream at some point, a dream that felt entirely real and had tricked him for this long.

With a little bit of effort, Murky rose to his hooves and felt a damp, slimy coldness across his thighs, he needed to clean up. Stern's suite was quiet, but a few noises could be heard through the walls, just barely audible to his sensitive ears. A couple were having some kind of dialogue-heavy fun the next room over. One of them was a steel ranger paladin who'd captured a very naughty talon mercenary apparently.

With a reddened face, Murky pulled his ear away from the wall, eavesdropping on something like that was certainly not what he'd do! It just felt weird to not have anything to do, most days were loaded with intense labor. Murky just felt caught up in the routine he'd grown accustomed to, he needed something to do, he didn't want to just lay around all day. Murky didn't want to look out of the window and be reminded of Fillydelphia, this room was filled with too many strange and sweet memories already, he didn't want the two locations to be linked in his mind.

That persistent thought came back again, his sketchbook and how he needed to get it back. He'd been too preoccupied with Whiplash to remember to tuck it into his jerkin the morning Stern grabbed him. It may have just been a sketchbook but it was one of the two things Murky could call his own in this world. Maybe Stern too, if he wasn't being so presumptuous as to call her his own. Oh Murky you've got a way with words!

He stood unsure of what to do now, was he allowed to leave the suite without Stern? He climbed back up onto the bed and walked across the soft surface towards Stern's face.

"Uh, S-Stern?" he asked, his voice just north of a whisper to no response, "Stern?" Murky brings his muzzle in closer, nudging against Stern's cheek. The disturbance makes the griffon smile a bit as she wakes up, "Morning, love." she yawns. Murky thought to himself about how it hadn't been morning for several hour- wait, love?! The pegasus' brain went haywire. There's no way he was that important to anypony, griffon, whatever. Murky's train of thought was lost again.

"M-my sketchbook." he finally forced out, confusing Stern.

"Huh?"

"I-I... My sketchbook. I left it back at the Fun Farm." it felt unreasonably difficult to say it, would this single request upset her?

Stern sat up in bed, reaching for a metal bottle and drinking from it, "Oh, so you're an artist, huh?" her tone softened again, "Think you could draw me if we go get it?" she half-jokes.

Murky hadn't been expecting her to proposition him like this, but it still made his little heart flutter. With a nod, Murky spoke up, "Of course I can."

One short flight to the Fun Farm later, Stern sat Murky down just outside and spoke, "I can't go into the slave enclosures, Red Eye's rules. We're supposed to leave them alone. You can run in and grab it on your own, right?"

Murky's blood ran cold, paranoia creeping back in. He'd accidentally take too long and Stern wouldn't be here when he got back, o-or Whiplash wouldn't let him leave. Overwhelming fear washed over Murky as his knees shook.

"I'll be here when you come back, I promise." she says, a hand gently running down his back. It wasn't enough to completely get rid of his fears, but it made them less paralyzing.

Murky had only ran this fast a few times in his life. Sprinting across the yard and past Whiplash's quarters, past the barn, he came to a skidding halt and squeezed his tiny frame into the small door leading into the pigsty. Scattered hay coated the floor, briefly bringing Murky back to the first days of being in Fillydelphia as he scrambled to get his sketchbook.

With every second that passed, the worry of Stern being gone only grew in his mind, driving him to an increasingly frantic search for it. "Where is it?!" he squealed, sifting through the hay until he came across the book hidden under some hay. Murky grabbed the sketchbook in his mouth, not bothering to stuff it into his jerkin and ran back out, skidding past the sleeping pile of ponies who used to harass him constantly, they'd barely noticed he'd ran by until he was long gone.

Murky rounded the corner, feeling his heart rate drop and his legs weaken from the end of the adrenaline. Stern was still there, leaning against the gate and making the pony guards there nervous. She waved a hand calmly as Murky slowed to a trot and approached. She really kept her promise, why wouldn't she?

If Stern noticed his receding panic attack, she didn't show it. Or maybe she was just trying to be accommodating to him? Murky's thoughts were interrupted by Stern speaking, "You want a drink?".

"Yes please..." Between the stress earlier and Stern riding him in the most fun way, he was most definitely dehydrated. Stern passed him the metal bottle from earlier, it was filled with cold water which Murky drank from all too eagerly.

Looking up from the bottle, Murky saw Stern laying across the bed, giving him that soft look, "A deal's a deal, right? I even got these out for you." Stern says slyly.

Socks, it took Murky a moment to realize it, but Stern had slipped her hindlegs into a pair of pale purple socks that contrasted against her dark fur. How could a single article of clothing make things so saucy?! Murky's eyes fixated on the way they hugged her legs from her paws up to her thighs, quickly noticing that area at the border of the socks where it squeezed into her thighs and showed of soft they could be. Murky felt a little short of breath.

Stern's playful grin came back as she propped her chin against a hand, "Don't tell me you've never seen socks before." she teased, a hindleg curling forward to become more visible.

"W-well..." Murky hadn't actually seen them before, but admitting that seemed to be a bad option. Lying to Stern was an even worse option.

Taking his lack of response as an admission, Stern laid across the bed, striking a pose for the little artist.

Murky opened his sketchbook, subconsciously skipping past the first half of the pages, old drawings he didn't want to look at. He stared between Stern and the blank page, had he ever drawn something he saw? Mostly he just drew scenes that were on his mind, it was never his choice as to what was transcribed onto the page, right?

He stared at the blank page nervously, then looked to Stern in that sultry pose. Charcoal touched paper, lines became curves, curves became shapes, shapes took form and came to life. It was an immense mental effort to not just let his mind take over and put whatever was on his mind onto the page, but he did it.

An impressive revelation for Murky, looking over the drawing of his- did marefriend work? She wasn't a mare, a griffon mare? Were they even involved like that?

The drawing was not of how Murky felt, but what he'd seen filtered through how he felt. On the bed Stern lay, her eyelashes a little fuller, all but the worst of her battle scars given barely a touch of the charcoal. Her big wings folded back, not a feather out of place, the walls behind and the bed upon which she lay spotless. Of course, the drawing wasn't how things looked exactly, and while Murky forced himself to draw what he was looking at, his feelings bled through every time he touched charcoal to paper. Is this how he felt about Stern?

There was a brief pause as Murky stopped drawing to examine his own drawing, an inkling of youthful excitement growing across Stern's face. She wanted to see, but only if he was done. She could see a confused and distressed look across his face, but couldn't discern why exactly.

"Is everything alright, Murk?" Stern asks, breaking her pose to move closer. Murky tried to close his sketchbook but Stern slipped a talon into the pages to hold the place. "Come on, I want to see." Stern says.

"I-It's not ready yet!"

"Then why'd you close the book?" Stern's teasing tone and playful smile did little to ease Murky's worries.

Murky stammered, trying to think of some reason to get a few more minutes to draw, he could only see this ending badly. Maybe that line of thinking was just a product of his upbringing?

Slowly and gently, Stern eased the sketchbook out of Murky's hooves as he let go of it. The griffon flipped to the page and examined the drawing.

Stern laughed, but it didn't feel like she was laughing at his drawing given the way she clearly admired it. "I wish I looked this good." she says, passing the sketchbook back to Murky, "I love it."

Stern eased closer, her beak nudging into Murky's muzzle. He realized griffons didn't have lips and probably didn't kiss. Was this their equivalent to a kiss? Murky jumped at the chance and pushed his muzzle against hers. When they both parted, Murky was a bit out of breath, flustered from the sudden intimacy he'd participated in.

Stern's arms outstretched and grabbed hold of Murky, pulling him closer to her on the bed. She gave him that same sultry look from earlier this morning. Despite his exhaustion, Murky found energy again and got himself against Stern excitedly. The big griffon rolled onto her back and leaned up against the pillows and the wall, her hindlegs lazily spread apart. Murky already felt himself to be a five-legged stallion by the time he got mounted.

Stern's hand rested on her belly, cupping an enlarged teat while the other reached down and helped Murky's cock line up with her honeypot. He made Stern squeal with excitement as he stuffed himself into her while helping himself to her teats. Murky's small size lined up perfectly with Stern's larger frame, while he was balls deep in her velvety griffon pocket, he could also reach her nipples. Stern's fistfuls of talons latched onto the bed as Murky fucked and sucked, tweaking her nipples with his tongue and stuffing her turkey like there was no tomorrow.

Between some incoherent mumbles, Stern shouted "Yes!" a few times, definitely loudly enough to be heard through the walls. Her quivering hands seemed unsure of what to do as the pegasus rocked her box, they'd migrate from her thighs to the bed threatening to tear the sheets as she grasped them tightly. She was soaking, Murky glided his cock in and out with some ease, though it felt like she had a grip on his shaft, the friction feeling too good to allow Murky to pull out. Was this the power of griffon pussy?

A clenching tightness shudders across Murky's cock as Stern seizes up, her talons digging into the bed while her hind-paws flexed wildly. Murky slowed down a bit, was she done already?

"No, keep-" Stern huffs, "Keep going, Murky." the griffon shudders, Murky's slightest movements making her whole body jump. The pegasus was all too happy to oblige, going back to pounding her entrance while Stern writhed beneath him on the bed. "Inside! Do it inside!" the griffon squeals, her back arching."

Maybe it was the slave in him, but Murky tensed up, cumming right then and there. His flare jammed right up against her 'stable door' and flooded her with his seed. Murky held still for a few seconds, too sensitive to move, panting heavily. His staff slipped out of the griffon's hole with a wet 'plap', prompting a flow of excess fluids to leak out. Murky laid down on Stern's rising stomach, her fur was still the softest thing he'd ever felt. Stern was limp on her back, wings outstretched. Her body shuddered again when Murky went for her teat, a hand resting in Murky's mane and brushing through it as he enjoyed Stern's milk.

"I love you, Murk." Stern sighed through the stilted fall of her chest.

"I-I love you too." Murky replies, speaking what he felt rather than just replying with what was expected.

Murky spent the rest of his days in Fillydelphia with Stern, not because she wanted him to stay, but because he wanted to stay with her. Red Eye's plans for world domination succeeded in the following months, and many Enclave officers fell into the waiting arms of Talon girls. There was pony on griffon action happening everywhere and in the words of Red Eye, "It was absolutely bangin'."

Author's Note

I really hoped you guys enjoyed this.