Author's Note

Kinks: Celestia on Griffon, Magical Goddess Shapechanging Powers, Knotting, Pregnancy.

Tia's Retirement Plan

Geralt the griffon nearly jumped out of his feathers when his door slammed open. He squawked as he whirled towards the source of the disturbance. In pranced a giddy giant of a pony mare. A white one, a white winged one…. A white, winged, horned one.

“Geralt~” Former ‘Princess’ Celestia sing-songed as she pranced in, shutting the door with her golden magic. Her eyes fell on the, still heavily breathing, griffon. “Oh! Sorry! Did I startle you? I’m sorry!”

And suddenly Geralt’s face was full of cloudy white floof, as the alicorn wrapped him up in a tight hug.

“I’m just so excited. I’m finally retired. Well, retired from Princessing.” Came the muffled voice through fur and feathers.

She let him go and he gasped for breath.

“I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?” The Princess asked. She looked naked without her normal regal adornments.

“No no,” the griffon said, managing to finally get his breathing under control. “Just reading my mail. The latest chapter in my work that I put out for review came back positive, so now I just have to work on adding more to it so we can make it a proper novel.” One of his wings flapped to point at his desk, which had half a dozen letters on it, already opened and in a small pile. “No rush on that, but it’s good news all the same. Nothing compared to a nice surprise visit from you, of course. Normally I’m the one surprising you.”

“I thought you’d like it.” The mare grinned. “Also, you consider my idea on us co-writing something more saucy? Or are you still a stick in the mud in terms of writing?” She stuck her tongue out. “I mean, you have plenty of experience plowing a god like a fresh field.”

“Maybe that’ll be my next work,” Geralt deferred. “I don’t think I need to add any gratuitous sex scenes to this one.”

“Oh fiiiiiine…..” Tia gave a loud, overly dramatic groan before looking at him. “I can set you up with my editor when you want to pursue the more lewd scripture.”

“Again, we can worry about that later. For now,” he used a hand to gesture to all of the mare. “Maybe you can explain what you’re doing here? I heard something about retirement before the fluff took hold but it’s a little fuzzy.”

“Oh, Lulu and I are finally retired. Twilight and her friends are taking over things.” She smiled happily. “And I think they’ve managed well enough, especially with all this chaos from the past few years. They do a better job of monitoring the villains that they put in boxes. Much better than Lulu and I ever did.”

“I see,” Geralt said with a nod, before his eyes widened as the implications hit him. “Wait, does that mean-”

“No, I’m not looking to move in, especially when you don’t have space for it. However.” Her eyes drooped to a lustful pair of bedroom eyes. “No need to sneak around anymore. I thought that if you had free time… you could choose in what form you want to blow my back out.” She winked lustily.

“I mean…if you’re offering,” the griffon mused, twirling a claw in the air. “I always did wonder what you’d look like as a griffon hen.”

“Ohhhh…” She smirked at him. “Got a size-preference, or want me to surprise you?”

“Um, I wasn’t aware hens could come in multiple sizes,” Geralt admitted. All the ones he’d met were smaller than him.

Golden magic engulfed the mare, and suddenly the mare… was a hen. A big hen. Pearly white fur flowed into pale white feathers. The tips of the feathers on her head shimmered like the mane she used to have.

Tia the hen towered over the cock, only to step back, turn around and raise her hind end. Juicy griffon pussy was now a couple feet from his face. “Might have to work for it…” Tia tittered smugly.

“I suddenly find myself having a preference where we’re not disproportionate to one another,” Geralt said blandly, using a claw to stroke along her lips as he came to terms with himself. Apparently he liked being at least the same size or the larger one in the relationship.

“Intimidated sweetie?” Tia asked, purring at his talon’s attentions.

“I don’t think there’s been a hen larger than a cock before,” Geralt pointed out. “At the very least, not larger than the average male.”

“Then you get to fuck the only one.” She said, rocking her backside into his talons. “Mmm, wait, this might help.”

Tia suddenly flopped onto her side before rolling onto her back and spreading her back legs. “That a better view?”

“It helps,” Geralt admitted, stepping a little forward to keep up with his claw’s attentions. Being a griffon meant a beak, which meant he couldn’t really use his tongue like Tia did when she was a pony. But he’d learned how to get very dextrous with his claws, something the mare-turned-hen had appreciated, saying it was far different from hooves.

Case in point, he poked just one of his claws into her depths, wiggling it around to stir up her insides.

“Mmmmm, talons and paws do have their benefits.” Tia hummed, lightly rocking her hips a bit. “I’m not a changeling, I can’t turn into anyone else, buuuuut I can turn into whatever race you’d like. If you’d like.”

“Maybe I just want to keep you like this, all to myself,” Geralt teased. “Have you shrink down a bit and ruin your griffon self on me~”

Gold magic engulfed the hen and she slowly shrank, until she was only a little smaller than himself. “Better?”

Consequently, his claw was taking up more of her insides, so he stirred it around again and got her to produce delicious moans. “Much,” he teased.

“Work ‘em a bit deeper.” Tia said a little breathily, giving soft humming moans.

So Geralt did, working a second claw into her and spreading her wider, the tips tickling at her depths as he tested to see how stretchy this form was.

“What, thinking of stuffing your whole talon in there?” She said, trying to sound natural, but the small squirms gave her away.

“Just checking to see if you can take me like this,” the cock teased, draaaaawing those claws forward and back with every pump of his talon.

“Uuuuughhhhh….” She groaned out. “I’ve needed thiiiis….”

“It’s been what, two months since we last met in the castle?” Geralt asked.

“Too long!” She yelped, bucking her hips into his talon.

“And how long did you intend to stay with me?” Geralt teased. “I could turn my storage room back into a spare bedroom, if you wanted. Most of it’s just failed drafts anyways.”

“Haven’t decided yet.” She replied, whining and grabbing his foreleg with a talon, holding his talon there to work on her.

“I mean, if you wanted to help out with the cleaning, you could be my live-in hen,” Geralt joked, using the thumb of his talon to rub over her clit.

“Aww-awww…” She tried to coo. “Want a maid?” Tia asked, shuddering and squirming at his new attentions.

“You wouldn’t be doing much cleaning,” the cock joked. “It’d mostly be me, cleaning out your insides with my specialized brush and solution.”

Tia let his foreleg go. “Oh yes please!” She gasped.

“Well, it seems like you’re warmed up,” Geralt hummed, pulling his talon back. Spreading his front legs let Tia see his massive griffon cock hanging between his hind legs, swinging slightly as he stepped forward.

Tia spread her hind legs wider as she bit down on a talon. Geralt used his forelegs to bring her hind legs up and spread them as wide as possible-

Oh. He was going to mating press her.

She just about had time for that as his length found and started to press into her soaked folds, the barbs rubbing deliciously across her newly changed insides, as they were designed to get maximum pleasure from mating with one of their own.

“Mmmmmmm….” She groaned as she felt him sink inside her. “There…” She hissed, her legs twitching in his grasp.

His knot thumped into her folds. Though it was only just growing, it still was enough of an obstacle for him to pause, not wanting to end their fun too soon by tying her.

It wasn’t long after that that the cock began to pull out, slowly. Celestia began to worry about him just teasing her with a slow pace all afternoon-

Then he slammed back in, setting a steady pace of slow pulling out, fast and hard in, that knot thumping against her folds with every thrust.

“Yes- YES! Breed your hen!” She cried out, almost shrieking like an eagle.

“Oh yes,” Geralt growled, leaning down to stare her in the eyes as his hips kept pounding into her. “And what will you do if I do breed you, hmm? Will you stay with me as your middle swells with my eggs?”

“S-silly cock. Of course I will.” She said through breathy gasps.

“I know you’re not in heat right now,” the griffon cock pointed out, his barbs tickling her just right. “Otherwise there wouldn’t be a question of if I would breed you.”

“Then- ah- we have- mmmph- something to l-look forward to…” Tia managed to get out, the breathe being driven out of her with every thrust.

“You could always use your magic to induce one,” Geralt pointed out, stirring his cock around inside of her before pulling out again. “Start off our new relationship right.”

“But I want to look-unph-forward to it.” She grunted, her talons gripping his shoulders.

“Like you weren’t looking forward to this day?” the cock teased. “Why not take it from simply a good day into a great one?” At her silence, he presented his other point, though not without slamming in again. “Besides, griffon heats can last for a few days, even with a mate.”

She groaned loudly. He didn’t see any magic… but her pussy suddenly got much hotter.

“Mmm…good hen,” Geralt teased, still keeping her in the mating press position, his cock now slamming in and out of her, that knot constantly pressed against her lips, trying to strain them open a little wider on every motion of his hips. “I knew you’d see things my way~”

“You con-vinced me-uunf-” She panted. “G-gonna knot me?”

“Oh yes,” Geralt said with a smirk on his beak. “And once I am knotted, I’m just going to pour my seed into you for a half-hour…and then, once that’s done, and the room is all cleaned out, we’ll make sure it only ever smells of needy hen getting bred.”

“Please-” She gasped out, stretching her legs out as far as they would go.

The cock was hammering in and out of her at a rapid pace now, the knot pushing and straining at her lips. Always catching, but never quite pressing in entirely. The cock snarled and pressed harder, and-

Pop

Tia squawked as he felt her pussy clench around him only to start contracting. Milking him for his seed. Something he was all too ready to give her. His length jumped and pulsed inside of her, his release racing down it.

She felt the warmth bloom deep inside of her, already seeping deeper as he pumped more, and more, and more into her. Almost like those two months they’d spent apart had only given him the reserve of a lake to fill her with.

She squirmed at their orgasms, and the slow bloating of her stomach. She let out squeals and moans, loving every second of it.

“Mmm…” Geralt hummed, finally letting her legs go as he simply laid atop his conquest, nuzzling her face with his own. His buried length still pumping her with seed as they laid tied to one another.

“Worth the wait…” She groaned softly.

“And now,” Geralt hummed, pulling back a little to look her in the eyes. “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine…” She nodded slowly, happily.

It had been a few months since that day. They had spent a good few hours cleaning out his spare room, packaging up all the discarded drafts and throwing out the bad ones. The good ones, Celly said she could touch up and send to her publisher. Geralt wished her the best and also hoped there weren’t going to be too many sex scenes added from her quill.

They didn’t get back to fucking until they spent some time getting some bedroom furniture for that room so that they could be comfortable doing it. And they made sure it was sturdy as well, so they wouldn’t have to replace it.

Now, Geralt hummed as he finished up the latest chapter to his novel. There was the sound of claws on wood coming from the hallway, and he put his quill down to look at his new…housemate? Mate? Wife? Live-in fucktoy?

He wasn’t sure what the label he could apply to her would be. Besides ‘obviously pregnant.’

In fact Tia was laying in the overly large bed stroking her belly with a hoof. Turned out that her shapeshifting didn’t affect the egg at all. Which only made her enjoy her pregnancy even more, as she found she loved fucking while pregnant.

Something Geralt was eager to help her with. Leaving his work on the desk, he walked across the hall and joined her on the bed, his claw joining her hoof in stroking her stomach. “Horny again?” he teased.

“Always.” She teased, rolling onto her side.

“I’m sure I can help you with that,” Geralt mused, already getting ready for another evening of nothing but tending to his mare. “And maybe later you can try out one of those other forms you were talking about~”

“Wanna be surprised?” She asked, cocking a brow.

“As long as you don’t hurt the egg or yourself trying to take me, not really,” Geralt teased her lips with a claw. “I mean, my favorite is when you’re a nice little hen attached to my cock, but I know you like experimenting. The dog was fun.”

The glow covered her and she was suddenly a diamond dog with a swollen belly, massive tits, and a plump round backside. “I like the dog too.”

“Mmm…so much more to play with,” Geralt hummed, his other claw coming up to massage one of her sensitive tits, eliciting a new moan from her muzzle.

It was going to be a long, fun night for the both of them.