Author's Note

Random Birthday Lewd-Posting.

Kinks: Minotaur on Griffon, Big Guy on Bigger Girl, Shy-taur, Barbed and Knotted Dick (best of both worlds), Titty-Fuck, Knotting, Potential Relationship(?).

Meeting an appropriately sized lover

Gerald Stormfeather was a decently sized griffon. Okay, that was a lie, he was oversized for a griffon, which made him much larger than the local pony population. He lived in Manehatten, doing odd jobs for the locals. Mostly Earth ponies who couldn’t fly up to their roof for things like repairs, since he had both strength and wings. His plumage was mostly colored grey, with the odd black streak, and tonight he was at one of the local bars lamenting his luck.

Being oversized compared to the ponies was all well and good. He’d even pleasured a few mares. But when it came time for his pleasure...well, put it simply, he’d mostly had to rely on himself. Because they didn’t think they could take him, and he couldn’t blame them. He wasn’t about to force himself on the smaller mares if it might result in them breaking.

He tossed back another scotch and sighed. It was going to probably be another lonely night for him.

The barstool next to him audibly creaked. In his periphery something big sat down. “Sorry.” Came a deep yet quiet voice.

“It’s all good, they can take a ‘lass like yourself.” The pegasi bartender said with a chuckle. “What can I get ya?”

“Ummm… A thirty-two ounce mug of… something. Surprise me?” The feminine voice rumbled as quiet as an avalanche. The griffon’s interest was piqued, so he turned his head slightly to take in the form attached to the voice.

A coffee-cream furred minotaur sat in the strained stool, fiddling her thumbs in her lap. Her shaggy black mane was tied into a set of braids that drooped down over her rather pronounced pair of udders. (though breasts was probably the better term.) Said breasts were hidden behind a loose blue hoodie, and her legs managed to be hidden behind blue sweatpants. How a cow of her size managed to not only find something in her size, but managed to find something loose on her build was rather impressive.

The bartender placed a massive (compared to the regular sized glasses, and beer bottles) in front of the minotaur and she meekly picked it up and took a drink. It was as if she was trying to be small and unnoticeable, which would’ve worked if it wasn’t for her, well, everything.

“Huh,” Gerald blinked before smiling. “Not every day I encounter a lady bigger than myself here,” he said with a wink. “Fortunately for you, I like ‘em big. The bigger the better I say.”

“Oh… ummm… Thank you.” The minotaur replied, trying to hide her face in her mug and failing miserably. “The book said it was supposed to be hard.” He heard her mumble into her mug.

“Aww, why would you hide a face as pretty as yours?” Gerald cooed to the minotaur. He was only a little buzzed, making him bolder than normal, but everything he said was true.

“I don’t… I don’t normally do… ummm, this.” She stumbled over her words and seemingly decided to chug the sizable amount in her mug, before daintily placing it on the bar.

“Shame, it seems like a lady like yourself would be able to pick up a date every night,” the catbird said before chuckling. “Literally, if you went after a stallion,” he tacked on.

“I… don’t go out… at all…” She twiddled her thumbs in her lap and looked anywhere but at the griffon. Her emerald green eyes finally settled on the bar in front of her.

“Aww.” The griffon wanted to put a claw on her to reassure her, but with someone bigger than yourself that wasn’t the best idea. “Hey, hey. Look at me,” he cajoled the minotaur. “I promise, I’m not gonna hurt ya. Just wanna say something with you looking at me.”

Her head slowly turned and she looked at him, but didn’t meet his eyes. It’d have to do. One of his clawed hands took ahold of one of hers, and he stroked it with the other.

“You’re beautiful,” he said honestly. “Sure, the others might find you intimidating, but screw them. You’re honestly gorgeous to me, mostly because I know you don’t just rest on your size. I can tell you put effort into being strong. And that’s very attractive to a male like myself.” One of his hands swept out to the bar at large. “These smaller mares might find me exotic to them, but I just find them frustrating, because they’re smaller than I feel safe being with.”

“Awwww.” She cooed softly before looking back to the bar. Her hands dug around in the bags at her waist attached to her belt. She fished out a stack of coins. “Can I have another?”

The bartender nodded and simply refilled her mug.

She took another drink and looked back to the griffon. She picked up her mug and took a drink before setting it back down. She then took a breath. “I’m Steel Will, I’m lonely, and I want something more than taking care of myself when I’m needy.” She managed to ramble out in a half-whisper, half-squeak. “I bought some books that said bars are the best place to pick people up, and I shouldn’t get down if I don’t find anybody, but I don’t want to come off as clingy or anything and-” She cut herself off, her cream-colored face now quite pink.

Gerald took one of her hands in one of his and leaned down to kiss it, as well as he could with a beak. “I’m Gerald Stormfeather, and I’m frustrated. I’ve been here for months, I’ve had half a dozen mares, and while I managed to make them squeal, the size comparison meant the most they did for me was a little licking and sucking, which takes hours to get a griffon off. You’re the first appropriately-sized femme for myself I’ve seen since I came here, and while I might be blatant about what I want, I do find you attractive on multiple levels.”

Steel looked at the bartender, still blushing. He just shrugged at her. “I don’t care, people say tons of shit when they’re deep in their cups. I’m kinda deadened to the whole thing.”

She looked back to Gerald. “Wanna come back to my place? I promise I won’t be kinky on the first date-sex-thing.” Her face managed to go from pink to red.

Gerald leaned forward and put another of his beak-kisses on her red cheek before pulling back and smiling. “M’lady, it would be my pleasure to bring you pleasure,” he purred out in a smooth, deep voice of his own.

Steel blinked then quickly got up and chugged her second mug, before fishing around in the bags and putting another stack of coins on the bar. “Keep the change.”

Gerald hummed as he followed after Steel. She was leading him back to her home, and he couldn’t deny that the view of her behind swaying back and forth in those pants wasn’t an excellent one. If they weren’t in public still, he’d let himself unsheath to show how much he appreciated the view.

“Sorry, it’s just up here. Ummm, should we be side-by-side? I’ve never done this before.” She asked, looking over her shoulder at him. “Unless, you don’t mind following?”

“The view is excellent from back here,” the griffon admitted with a wink. “It’s only my self control that is stopping us from causing a scene.”

“Oh! Ummmm… You like the view?” She asked, back to blushing.

“Like I said, my self control is stopping us from causing a scene,” the griffon chuckled. “I could stare at this view for a while, but that’s not why we’re going to your place~”

She paused, turned around and scooped up the griffon like a cat. Her face was beet red as she continued her walk. “W-what do you want to do to me?” She whispered now that he was pressed against her breasts.

The griffon hummed, before holding up one hand and wiggling his claws. “First I think I’ll show you what these fingers can do,” he promised. “And then we’ll see how well we fit together~” he purred.

“But I’ve never had a real… cock…” she shuddered as she said it. “Between my t-tits before….”

“I can play with those while I plow you~” the griffon taunted. “I’m kind of eager to see how you react to both the barbs and the knot.”

“Ummm, you think you’re big compared to mares, but you might just be the perfect size for me.” She said awkwardly. “S-sorry?”

“I guess we’ll see~” the griffon sang. “So where’s your place?”

She paused and looked around then backpedaled until she stopped in front of a set of brownstone apartments. “Here.” She said, walking up the steps. She managed to keep the griff in one arm while fishing out a set of keys with the other. She managed to unlock the door. Inside was a set of stairs and a hallway. She shut the door and walked down the hallway, which seemed like a tiny bit of a squeeze for the large cow. “Happy I got a ground floor.” She commented while opening the door to Apartment 4. She closed the door behind her and set him down while flicking on the light. There was a small kitchenette attached to a small-ish living room. There were a couple of doors on either side of the entryway, both were cracked open. One looked like a bedroom (though only the bed could be seen), the other was a small bathroom.

The living room was fit with a large couch, a couple end-tables, a central table covered in various papers and books, and a sizable entertainment-system with a TV and a couple consoles. There was a laptop and a box of kleenexes on one of the end-tables.

“S-sorry it’s such a mess. I really should have cleaned up.” She stammered a bit before walking into the living room proper. “I actually spend most my time in here, couch is more comfortable. Ummm, can I get more comfortable?”

“Oh sure, who am I to tell you what you can’t do in your own home,” Gerald said, walking over to the couch and sitting down, wiggling a little to get comfortable himself.

She immediately tugged her hoodie up and over her head, revealing that that was the only thing she had on. Her large breasts bounced free, sagging only a little at the lack of support. A perky pink nipple dotted the front of each large mammary. She dropped the hoodie to the ground and unceremoniously tugged her sweat pants down, unintentionally giving the griff a full view of her puffy pink lips as she stepped out of her pants.

Steel stood straight again, glancing around awkwardly. “I prefer being naked. Can get hot in here.” She rubbed her arm anxiously.

Of course, when she looked over to her guest, she saw that the griffon was already halfway out of his sheath due to the show she’d put on, the barbs filling up and standing out a little from his impressively long and thick length. After a few moments to compose himself, the griffon got off the couch and started nudging the minotaur to the bedroom. “Come on,” he said. “You need attention, and after that I need to fuck you.”

The minotaur flicked the overhead light in the bedroom. Most of the bedroom really was the bed and a single end-table though there was a half-open closet. That seemed to be where she kept all her clothes, if she wore them. With an “oof,” Steel plopped onto the bed. Gerald wasted no time in helping her lie down and spread her legs a little more with a few nudges.

And then he introduced her to his claws and what they could do to the insides of a female, two of the fingers penetrating her easily and wiggling around in her depths.

“Gah!” She yelped. “S-slow down a bit.” She said, shuddering a little. “A-and pay attention to my clit if you w-want me to get any wetter.”

The griffon smirked. He leaned forward and-

Okay, and now her clit was being gently held in his beak while his tongue flicked it back and forth. His fingers had slowed down a little, but not by much.

“There!” She gasped, holding his head in her hands. “R-right there! That’s b-better…”

Once she was noticeably wetter, his fingers resumed their earlier squirming as his tongue kept playing with her clit. He loved the sounds she was making. It was like playing an instrument of pleasure. The right moans were music to his ears.

She grunted then somewhat roughly dragged him up to her face only for his beak to meet her lips. Her arms slid up his barrel and her fingers started to knead the bases of his wings.

Gerald held in a hiss as he inserted a third finger into the minotaur femme. She wanted to play these games? He could play. His other hand found one of her tits and started to massage it, before playing a little with the perky nipple he’d seen earlier.

“Mmmph!” She hummed into his lips. “G-get off a sec.” She gasped. The griffon slowly withdrew from her depths and sat back on the bed, his fully erect cock bobbing underneath him as he watched her.

“S-sit on my stomach.” She instructed, patting her firm, well-muscled stomach. Gerald shrugged a bit before doing as she instructed, settling himself on her abs, with his lower legs to either side of her chest.

Her hand reached up and stroked his shaft a little before slowly inserting it between her soft, warm breasts, which she quickly squeezed together over him. She lightly started stroking. “W-would you prefer to fuck them?” She asked meekly. “S-sorry, just a-always wanted to do this.”

“Well that depends,” the griffon hummed. “Is it something that’d actually bring you pleasure? Because if so, I can do it for a bit.” One of his clawed hands reached out for one of her breasts and added into the rubbing.

“Yeah.” She blushed harder. “Always wanted them sucked, but you have a beak.” She admitted. “Though I do have toys for that.” She somehow flushed further. “Forget I said that, and don’t look under the bed.”

The griffon smirked, before standing up a little and putting one clawed hand to either side of her head. He bucked his hips a few times, and the tip of his cock poked out the other side of her massive breasts. “It won’t do much for me, but if you start squealing, I’ll consider it a win,” he promised.

She yelped only for her to lower her mouth as lightly catch his tip in her lips. She suckled softly and swirled her tongue around it. The griffon let out another little grunt, before picking up the pace and truly starting to fuck her tits. He had to wonder what it felt like when his barbs scraped along that titflesh. It probably didn’t do more than tickle… He felt her hands grab his backside and more of his cock was roughly pushed through her tits and shoved deeper into her suckling mouth. She moaned around his shaft, licking him like a lollipop.

Apparently, she enjoyed. So he went a little harder, a little deeper, getting everything but his knot between those tits and giving her exactly what she’d asked him for. He was still waiting to hear another moan from this, he didn’t exactly have any experience in doing this for a femme and wanted the reassurance he was doing it right.

Only for her to moan around his shaft, now bobbing her head on his shaft, sucking and licking as she did. It felt good, Gerald had to admit. But he was more interested in her other set of lips reacting at this point to the things he was doing to and for her. Hmm, how to...idea.

The griffon’s tail twitched, before it fell between the minotaur’s legs and started tickling and playing with Steel’s clit as well as it could. His tail wasn’t exactly prehensile, but it was furry and capable of teasing a little nub of flesh.

She squeaked out another moan, bobbing her head faster. He felt a hand leave his backside and felt that same hand start to rub herself as she was tended to by the tail. So Gerald decided to add to the stimulation, by using one of his clawed hands to tease one of her tits, flicking and playing with the nipple as he kept up his thrusting and tail-touching.

He felt her hand squeeze his backside as her mouth deep-throated what it could. The tip of his tail was quickly soaked. The griffon held himself there for a few moments before slowly starting to back off of his position. “Climaxed once?” he asked softly of the minotaur lass.

The cock came out somewhat sloppily. “Y-yeah.” She nodded, breathing a little hard. “Was hoping I could get you to cum though.”

Gerald smirked, before holding up one hand and making a semicircle with it. “Turn over,” he instructed. “I want my barbs to rub up against your clit while I rut you~”

She quickly rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, shaking her ass for him. “Please.”

The griffon draped himself over her back, using one hand to line the tip of his tapered cock up with her puffy, leaking lips. After he did that, both of his hands reached under her to squeeze and play with her tits, to get her in the mood again. And then he gave a thrust.

The cock easily slid in, but every barb that did rubbed up against her inflamed clit before it squeezed inside her, and she started to lose count of how many he had.

She whined out a moan, rocking her hips against his. “W-wanna knot m-me?”

“Oh, I will, but at the end,” the griff promised. “For now, I’m going to make you lose your mind by fucking you~” He pulled out a little, before thrusting forward again, sending those barbs to rub her clit on the way in again.

And again.

And again.

He set a long, fast pace, making sure every barb scraped her insides and rubbed her clit on the way in and out, sending pleasure spiking through her body with each thrust.

“Mmmm, mmmmm…” She hummed out mewling wimpers, shivering under the griffon. “Y-you’re g-gonna ruin me f-for toys…”

“I’d happily take that title,” the griffon chuckled. Gerald reached a clawed hand under her and used it to massage one of her tits while thrusting into the minotaur. Just for a little more stimulation, to drive her absolutely wild.

“Ahhhh!” She whined out, rocking her ass back against his hips. “M-more!” She gasped.

So the griffon decided to adjust his grip entirely, now using both claws to knead and tease her teats while his hips thrust like mad. Sooner or later his knot would stop bumping into her lips and sink in-

She pressed back into his hips, almost sitting on him. “S-sorr-” She started, before the knot wedged itself inside her. “-Ah-” She gasped out, only to press back further, causing the griff to sit on his haunches, only for the minotaur to start to bounce on his lap. Bouncing forcefully enough for the knot to slide in and out of her lips. “Ah- Ah- S-sorry! Y-you just- AHHH!” She cried out as she slammed her ass down onto his hips, burying him deep only for her muscles to squeeze and lock him in place. She suddenly became very hot, very wet, and very tight.

Surprisingly, the knot swelled even more, before she felt something even hotter and warmer being jetted into her depths. The griffon squeezed her tits as his cock flooded her depths with his essence, nothing managed to leak past his knot as it sought to travel deeper into the poor minotaur lass.

Steel mooed as milk leaked from her roughly squeezed tits. Her hands held the claws there as she rode out the wave of her climax.

She quieted to a soft groan.

There was a moment of silence.

“N-nope. N-no toys for me…” She murmured through a sigh, before pausing and looking over her shoulder. “Ummm, sorry.” She said with a bright pink blush on her cheeks.

“Are you kidding?” Gerald blinked, before nuzzling into the minotaur’s shoulder with his beak. “That’s the first time I’ve managed to fuck and cum inside a femme in ages.”

“Ummm,” She looked away before tugging his talons away and holding them in hers. “W-wanna go again in a bit… when you recover?” She asked shyly.

“I’ll probably stay knotted for a while, I was pretty pent up,” the griff pointed out. “It could be the morning before we’re separate again.”

“Mmmm…” She hummed, before letting his talons go. There was a moment before, with some squirming, she managed to turn around, but not without more than a jolt of oversensitive pleasure-pain. She rolled onto her back, taking the griff with her, the griff’s head resting between her breasts. “B-better?” She asked with a weak smile. Her arms lightly hugged him, a hand lightly massaging at his back.

“You’re comfy,” the griffon agreed, letting his eyes close and hum in contentment. “I could easily go to sleep like this.”

“Yay.” She said softly. “Uh, wanna go… get breakfast or something in the morning?”

“I can cook,” Gerald offered, cracking one eye open. “I’ll whip something up from your fridge.”

“I... uh, don’t have much, but… sure?” She said weakly.

“Then let’s sleep this off,” the griff suggested, closing the eye again and nuzzling between her tits. “We can talk about a round two after breakfast.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice.” She hummed as she settled properly into the bed, gently stroking the griffon like a cat. It wasn’t long before the two fell asleep together.