Girls Just Want to have Griff-Fun

by AtomicClop

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash (EqG), Comedy, Equestria Girls, Griffons, Sex, Main 7 (EqG), Nurse Redheart
Length: 9818

When the Equestria Girls encounter a griffon on a nude beach, Dash learns a very embarrassing—but sexy—lesson.

Thanks to a non-transforming portal, the Canterlot High Girls can spend a week's vacation in Equestria. When Dash sees a griffon with an inhumanly large cock and decides to fuck him, things go wrong. Very sexily wrong.

Contains: feral griffon-on-Equestria Girl action, FFFFFFFFM group sex, public beach sex, nude beach, painful giant barbed catbirb penis, stuckage, SCIENCE, and general degeneracy.

Sorry for the bikini art for a nude beach fic, but the mods would banhammer me if I commissioned the cover I wanted.

Some truly hot moments in there amid the casual tomfoolery and borderline body horror
—Implausible Deniability

The person who suggested the title knows who they are. Thanks!

Thanks to Samey90, Graymane Shadow, and Raleigh for prereads.

Published 2021-11-23 00:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-11-23 00:10:01 UTC

Clusterfucking

The difference was subtle and Dash couldn't quite put her finger on it. The sand under the beach blanket felt the same, the crashing of the waves into the shore sounded the same, the hot sun beating on her naked skin felt the same. Of course, a nude beach was a new experience to Dash, so the feel of the sun on her nipples and hairless snatch was intriguing and rather sensual, compared to her usual swimsuit.

Maybe it was the smell that was different. The ocean breeze in Equestria smelled just a little different than the ocean breeze on the other side of the portal.

Dash levered herself up on one elbow and lifted up her sunglasses. The beach stretched for miles, the evening sun less than an hour from the horizon. Ponies played with their foals to the north and south, but she and her seven friends had about a football field or so on the beach to themselves. Behind them, built into the sawgrass-covered dunes, was the beachhouse Princess Twilight had rented for their vacation.

Eight beach blankets were arranged next to each other, Dash in the center. Pinkie, bottomless but wearing a yellow bikini top to control her huge boobs, dozed to Dash's right. Rarity, terrified of tan lines and slathered in nuclear flash-grade sunscreen, napped naked to Dash's left. Trixie, also naked except for cape and hat, read an LSAT review book on Rarity's other side.

Twilight, also buck-naked in protest of years of Crystal Prep uniforms, and Applejack, in a modest tankini swimsuit, waded in the surf. Fluttershy snorkeled fifty yards out, her black-yellow-and-teal wetsuit easily visible against the sapphire-blue water.

The seven of them had come to Equestria via one of the newly discovered non-transforming portals, and were therefore all in their human forms.

Sunset had passed through the Canterlot High portal and met them at the train station in the unicorn body of her birth. She napped curled up on the blanket to Pinkie's right, her tail covering her nose, horn dripping large gobs of sunscreen.

Dash rubbed her bare boobs and lowered her sunglasses again. As the polarizers cut the glare off the ocean, she noticed a form not too far from where AJ and Twilight were wading. A birdlike head and a fluffy tail poked above a tall patch of sawgrass.

"Hey, Sunset?" Dash said.

Sunset raised her head and looked at Dash. "Yeah?"

"What's that?" Dash pointed.

Sunset squinted against the glare and then levitated her own sunglasses on. "Griffon."

"What's she doing in that sawgrass?" Dash asked.

"It's a public beach," Sunset said. "She's doing whatever she wants."

The griffon emerged from the sawgrass onto the packed sand before setting up a tall tripod with a large camera on top. Swiveling the camera out to sea and standing to squint into its viewfinder, the griffon's talons delicately adjusted the lens's focus knob.

"Huh," Dash muttered.

"Yeah, once the extra portals started opening, National Geographic and such started hiring griffons as freelancers. Their eyesight is far better than ponies' or humans', so they make great photogs."

Dash stared at the griffon. Her head was covered in white feathers with black patches around the eyes, and the feline body was a soft creamy color with black markings and a tremendously fluffy tail.

"What is she? Osprey and snow leopard?" Dash asked. "I thought griffons were eagles and lions."

Sunset grunted. "Most griffon immigrants live in Cloudsdale. I never encountered any growing up, so I don't know much more than you."

Dash narrowed her eyes. "Hey, she's a he."

"Hmm?" Sunset grunted.

Dash pointed, her finger low. The griffon's cock swung underneath his torso as he stood bipedally to adjust his camera. Although flaccid, the member was as thick as Dash's fist and longer than her forearm. It's light-pink skin caught the reddening sunset. A pair of testicles the size of avocados hung low, almost to his knees, in a softly furred scrotum.

"Oh." Sunset lowered her head and closed her eyes again.

"I'm going to get laid," Dash declared.

Sunset popped to her hooves, sunglasses falling off, and stared at Dash. "Bad idea."

Dash's left hand snuck down and her fingertips played across the smooth skin of her pubis. "Glad I got waxed before the vacation," she said. "This is gonna be twenty percent more awesome."

"No," Sunset insisted.

Dash stood. "How do you hit on a griffon, Sunset? Give me a hint."

"Bad. Idea."

Pinkie and Rarity were staring at them now, and Trixie looked over the top of her book at the griffon.

"Trixie's great and powerful vagina needs a great and powerful cock. Is Dash calling dibs on him?"

"Yes," Dash said. "Although I don't mind if you hit him after I do."

Trixe's hand slid unconsciously to the mat of bluish-white hair, trimmed into a wand-and-moon shape, that covered her own snatch. "Trixie accepts that deal."

Dash rubbed her tiny boobs with both hands. "Do griffons like big boobs, Sunset? I'm feeling self-conscious." Even the Crusaders were buying bras from the adult section now, a feat Dash was yet to replicate.

"No," Sunset replied, "no Equestrian species care about tits, but this is still a horrible idea. Did you not read the brochure—"

"Twilight masturbated to the brochure and the pages were too sticky to separate," Dash said. "All right, here I go. Wish me luck."

"Stop." Sunset facehoofed. They all looked at her. "Are you just planning to walk up to him and ask if he wants to screw?"

Dash grinned. "Yes."

Sunset shook her head. "Griffons, even more than ponies, depend on olfactory cues."

"What? You sound like Twilight, Sunset. Don't use egghead words."

Sunset glared upward at Dash. As a pony, Sunset only stood about as high as the human Dash's bottom. "'Olfactory' means 'smell,' Dash."

"What am I supposed to smell like?" Dash asked, frowning.

"Excitement."

"How can I smell like sex before I tap him?"

"Not like sex," Sunset continued. "Like excitement."

"Sunset, darling," Rarity said, "how would a griffon even know what human excitement smells like?"

Sunset walked around Rarity and poked her nose between Dash's thighs. "You don't smell like you want it," she said, voice muffled.

Dash said "Yipe!" and took a half-step backward.

Sunset wiped a fetlock across her nose. "You need to get yourself warmed up, okay?"

"Well—how?" Dash asked.

"I volunteer!" Pinkie said. She sat up abruptly and her massive boobs popped out of her bikini top. She sighed and reached behind herself to just remove the useless garment, tossing it into her bag.

"Nah, I got it," Dash replied and slipped her right middle and ring fingers between her folds, crooking them to rub her G spot. Her left hand reached forward and grabbed Sunset's horn to steady herself as Dash imagined it was the griffon's massive dong, and not her own fingers, rubbing inside her.

Rarity fanned herself with her magazine and Trixie reached for her phone.

"Don't watch," Dash said.

They continued watching. Trixie turned her phone sideways and rolled video.

Dash closed her eyes and imagined the griffon's hot breath on the back of her neck, his beak nibbling her ears, his massive cock splitting her channel wide, his hot seed painting her insides—

She squeaked in the back of her throat and a shudder ran up and down her body. Hot juices slicked her two fingers and she pulled them from herself, panting for breath.

Sunset licked Dash's wet fingers, and then sniffed again. The peach-fuzz softness of the pony nose tickled the freshly waxed skin on Dash's pubic mound.

"Yup, now you smell like Princess Cadance's boudoir."

"Oh my," Rarity said, fanning herself more vigorously.

Sunset smiled and flirted her tail. "Can I convince you not to do the griffon? Maybe we can have a little pony-pile here on the beach?"

Dash took a few deep breaths, getting her wind back. "You know I'm straight."

"You and I had sex last night, Darling," Rarity said.

"You wore a strap-on," Dash said. "That's practically straight."

"I could again," Rarity said, cupping her exquisite breasts and pressing her own hairless vulva forward.

"Look at that." Dash pointed. The griffon was still staring through his viewfinder, fidgeting with the camera's controls, and his cock still hung limply below his belly. Even flaccid and unexcited, it was many times the size of any human hardon she'd ever experienced. "I need to get reamed out."

Sunset shook her head sadly. "Well, good luck. Stand upwind of him with your legs spread a few inches wide. Just so we're clear: I'm on record recommending against this."

"You're a good friend, Sunset," Dash said and patted Sunset's head as she walked past.

"Good luck, Dash, darling," Rarity said. "I've been craving a creampie for a snack. Perhaps after your little adventure in relations between the species?"

Pinkie frowned. "I only brought the ingredients to bake key lime—"

"I was being metaphorical, Pinkie, darling."

"Oohhhhh!" Pinke gasped, then winked at Rarity.

Dash made finger guns at the four of them, adjusted her sunglasses, and then sauntered toward the griffon. Trixie tracked Dash with her phone, recording video.

Still in the surf, AJ elbowed Twilight and pointed at Dash. Upon realizing what Dash was up to, Twilight facepalmed. AJ held her hands as far apart as the length of the griffon's cock, then gave Dash double thumbs up.

Dash grinned and pinched her nipples at them.

Fluttershy stood in water about waist-high and removed her snorkel and swim mask. She held a hand to her mouth in surprise as Dash sauntered, swaying her slim but muscular ass with every step toward the griffon.

Dash's bare feet crunched on the packed sand and the griffon looked away from his camera to her. He raised one eyebrow. "Hello."

Dash gave a mental sigh of relief: no language barrier. "Hey, yourself," Dash said. She glanced at the swaying switchgrass to judge the wind direction and moved a few steps upwind of him, then stood with her feet about shoulder-width apart, hands on her narrow hips, wind to her back. Her own juices wet her inner thighs, leaving cool patches as the wind blew across them.

She glanced back at the others. Sunset, Rarity, Trixie, and Pinkie were all watching her and the griffon.

The griffon blinked, one hand still on his tripod.

Dash stared at the griffon's cock. It was simply huge, now that she was up close. He didn't just have a tripod, he was a tripod!

And his balls were even bigger than her first guess of avocado-sized. More like softballs. I am going to drip so much spooge, Dash thought. Even Big Mac hadn't put more than a modest load into her, and his balls were as big as any guy's she'd ever slept with.

They stared at each other for a few seconds. He raised his beak a fraction of an inch and sniffed loudly. His balls clench about a half-inch upward as his scrotum tightened.

Thank you, Sunset, for telling me the trick, Dash thought. "What're you up to?"

"Getting ready for the sunset," he said. "It should be beautiful across the bay, here."

Dash looked at the camera's label: SONY 𝛂 1. "Hey, that camera's from my planet."

"Yeah, we don't have mirrorless here."

"My friend Scootaloo wants that same camera for sports photography. It's seven grand without a lens."

"Bits have a good exchange rate to dollars," he said with a shrug. "Imported stuff's cheap."

"What's your name?" asked Dash.

He dropped down to all fours again, and Dash felt a flash of disappointment. She was much taller than the griffon—his beak came up about to her waist—so she could no longer see his cock.

"Glenn," he replied. "You?"

"Rainbow Dash. Just call me Dash."

"You're, eh, vacationing?" Glenn asked.

Dash nodded and jerked a thumb towards the beach house. "Yeah, Princess Twilight offered to rent us a place for a quiet week."

"Oh!" Glenn said. "My sister Glenda is friends with the princess, although I've never met her. So, uh, how's your vacation?"

Dash grinned. "Oh, it's okay, but sitting on the beach is something I can do back home. I've been trying to find things to... do... that we don't have there."

"This is one of the quietest stretches of beach in Equestria," he said.

"Did you take any good pictures, besides the sunsets?"

He nodded and hopped back up to his hind legs. He tapped a single sharp talon against the camera's touchscreen, bringing up some pictures from earlier in the day.

Dash ignored his camera-fiddling, looking down. His cock hadn't gotten any longer—thank goodness, since it was already longer than she figured her vag was—but it was rapidly widening, now with a diameter far beyond that of a soup can, approaching that of a wine bottle, as he hardened in response to her smell.

It throbbed gently, angling further upward with his every heartbeat. The pink color got progressively redder as hot, arterial blood filled it.

Dash reached down and slipped a finger into herself and felt a gush of wetness soak her finger. Glenn was babbling about tide pools and shorebirds and beach house architecture.

"Did you get any pictures of people on the beach?"

Glenn glanced at her and started flipping backwards. "No humans, you all are the first group I encountered. Some ponies..." He found a photo of two pegasi, a mare and a stallion, asleep in each other's hooves on a blanket. "That was about a mile up the strand."

Dash squinted against the low sun and stared at the photo: the stallion's cock was glazed, and a thick wad of cum pooled around the mare's labia. "Huh, they were making love on the beach?"

Glenn ruffled his feathers. "Yeah." He flipped another picture and found a large sandcastle, two hippogriff foals smiling and holding buckets and shovels. "This was another half-mile past that."

Shading her eyes with one hand, she looked up the beach in the direction he indicated. About one hundred feet up the sand, in front of the next beach house, was a small crowd of ponies. Foals in orange life jackets played in the surf with two adults. An umbrella shaded an infant sleeping in a collapsible playpen. Next to the infant, a pink-maned white mare straddled a supine yellow stallion's hips, their forehooves pressed against each other's, the mare pistoning up-and-down feverishly as she rutted him.

"Huh," Dash said.

"I'm sorry?" Glenn said, looking away from the pictures stored on his camera.

Dash pointed to the lovemakers. "They're having sex on the beach, too. And in front of their foals."

Glenn ruffled his feathers again. "So? Creatures have sex. And the older foals are in the surf with their aunt and uncle, and the infant's asleep."

"Aunt and uncle?"

"Talked to them as I walked past." He advanced another picture to those two foals in orange lifejackets and the two adults playing as surf broke over them.

"Oh," Dash said.

The pink-maned mare noticed Dash and Glenn watching her rut her husband. She smiled and waved one hoof, then went back to her pistoning.

Glenn advanced to a picture of the white mare giving the yellow stallion a blowjob and winking at the camera. Dash asked, "They didn't care if you took a picture of that?"

"It was their idea," Glenn said. "I got their mailing address to send them a print."

Dash waved back at the mare. A blush warmed her face and wetness warmed her crotch. Those ponies weren't any bigger than Sunset—a quarter Dash's weight, no taller than her waist—but the stallion's cock, glazed slick in the sunlight and sliding in and out of the mare, was larger than any human cock Dash had ever seen in person or on the internet.

Looking back down at Glenn's even larger member, Dash's whole body shuddered.

Glenn fidgeted with the camera, focusing and aiming. "There!" he declared. "Fifty-three minutes until sunset. Eye-ess-oh one hundred, eff thirteen, auto bracketing dialed in. I'm all ready."

"What are you going to do until then?" Dash asked, smiling.

"I have a book in my bag," he said, gesturing to a rucksack on the sand near his leopard-like paws. "I was thinking—"

Dash interrupted him by sticking the two fingers back into her channel, getting them sloppy with her excited juices, and then brushing them across Glenn's beak.

He squawked and plopped down to sit on his bottom, fluffy tail thrashing against the sand. His hands went to his face in surprise and his cock jumped.

His enormous balls pulled tight to his belly as his scrotum contracted. Wide-eyed, he stared at Dash for a few seconds, and then his tongue slowly licked her glistening juices off his beak. A deep feline purr rumbled. "Oh," he said. "Yeah, we could do that instead."

Dash jerked a thumb at the beach house. "I've got a bedroom all to myself."

"Wait," he replied. "I didn't think that was true."

"What?" Dash asked.

"Humans... humans make love in private?"

Dash looked over Glenn's shoulder, to the mare and stallion in front of the next beach house. The stallion was still supine, the mare now laying flat on him, belly-to-belly, kissing deeply as they cooled down after finishing their lovemaking. The infant still slept in the playpen next to them.

Looking in the opposite direction, Dash saw that a hundred feet the other way down the beach, a quartet of ponies ran a train, a stallion buttfucking a mare who had her face buried under a second mare's tail who then, in turn, sucked a second stallion's cock.

"You—" Dash said. "You want to..."

His feathers ruffled again. "I can't risk missing this sunset. I need to stay out on the beach."

Dash's jaw dropped open, and she looked back to the others. AJ, Twilight, and Fluttershy were out of the water now, back on their beach blankets, all seven of them watching her and the griffon. Trixie still held her phone, recording.

Could she—could she make love in public, in front of the other girls and the ponies in front of the other beach houses? Did she want his cock that badly?

She looked down at him, where his shaft throbbed and his scrotum pulsed around his enormous balls.

Reaching down, she gripped the tip of his cock. It took both of her hands just to wrap around his glans. His every heartbeat throbbed up his hard shaft into her palms. Her left hand slid down his silky smooth, pink shaft to the fluffy coat covering his ballsack and she gently lifted up on his right testicle. He moaned and shuffled his wings as she hefted tremendous weight of his ball. Dash imagined those huge testicles slapping her clit as he rutted her.

The wind gusted off the ocean, across her dripping wet pussy. "On my blanket?" Dash asked.

He looked at the crowd of seven humans. "Sure!"

Oh, oh. This was it. Dash was committed now, wasn't she? "I, uh, haven't, you know, in public before."

"Technically?" Glenn said. "Me neither."

"But I thought you said—" Dash pointed at the ponies having the foursome.

"No, I mean, I've, never, y'know... never?"

Dash's head went light and the world went momentarily dim. She lifted her sunglasses up. "Wait, never?"

He clenched his left claw. "Well, like, not with a partner? Just solo."

Dash dropped her sunglasses back down. Ha! A virgin griffon. Okay, screwing in front of the others was going to be weird, but getting his cherry? That would make up for it.

Still cradling his right ball in her left hand, she slipped her right fingers into her pussy again and stroked them in and out for several seconds, loading them up with extra slickness.

He stared at her hand, entering her bald pussy. "I thought humans had manes on their genitals?"

"We call them 'privates.'"

"What? Why?"

Dash glanced up and down the beach again, at the various groups of ponies either making love or having just finished. "Yeah, I guess 'private' wouldn't make sense here, since ponies and griffons make love in public. I removed the hair before the vacation. In case I met a nice... eh, male."

"Oh." He licked his beak and his ball throbbed in her other hand. "Why?"

"Good question. Just a... thing? I feel sexier bald."

Glenn reached up a hand and brushed her pubic mound, a single finger extended and tracing lazy figure-eights. He used the pad of the finger, the razor-like talon tilted up and away from her skin. Dash's eyes closed and a shudder ran up her spine, his finger leaving a trail of heat behind it. She bit her lip and scrunched her eyes for a moment.

"Does that feel good?" Glenn asked.

Dash just nodded. His hand traced up her belly, across the muscular ridges of her abs, and played across her left areola, circling around her nipple. The nub, navy-blue against the light blue of her skin, throbbed with her excitement as he brushed against it.

He drew his hand back and let sharp the tip of his claw just barely brush the tip of her nipple. A gasp escaped Dash, along with a gush of pussy juice that slicked her fingers. Her fingers were as lubed as they were going to get, after that gusher, so she pulled them from herself and smeared the juices into the hole at the tip of his cock.

Leaning backwards, he collapsed to his elbows. Glenn's cock seemed to grow another inch in circumference as he panted, chest shuddering. Growing heavier in her grip, his testicle felt like a bowling ball. She shifted her grip, fingernails dragging through the downy fluff that covered his ballsack, and she grabbed around his other ball, feeling its heft and very, very gently squeezing.

"Oh. Oh wow," he whispered.

She leaned down and licked him, right on the tip, wiggling her tongue around his hole and gathering back all her juices. His body shuddered more and he flopped flat on his back. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she lowered her head and took his tip with a slurp. He stared up at her, eyes wide and beak slack, tongue hanging out. Dash locked eyes with him, squeezing and massaging his balls more firmly. His taste was—odd. Not like any guy she'd ever sucked off. A little muskier, of course, and some sweat and salt, since it'd been a hot day. It wasn't bad, though. His balls warmed and throbbed in her hands, the fuzz on his ballsack as soft as a kitten's fur. He squirmed underneath her as she squeezed in time with the probing of her tongue around his tip. She barely got it in, her lips not even to the ridge of his glans. The tip was bigger than an orange, her jaws locked wide open, so she had to settle for just getting in as much as she could.

As she pressed his balls upward against the underside of his belly, his rear legs tensed, pulling close to his chest, and the motion sent a new rush of blood into his cock...

...which expanded its diameter, just a little more, and spread her jaws past their maximum, catching his tip in her teeth.

"Mmmmmph!" Dash yelled, accidentally yanking on his balls. He shouted in shock and bucked his hips, driving his cock further into Dash's mouth and getting completely caught.

Dash stood, his cock trapped in her mouth. He was light, less than half her weight, with the build of any flying animal. She yanked his hips up by his shaft and he dangled upside-down by the blowjob.

"Ow! Hey, let go!" Glenn shouted.

"Nrrrmmmmpppttt!" Dash replied.

Glenn flapped in panic, his wings kicking sand into Dash's eyes. She felt a yank on her neck like being in a low-speed car crash as Glenn tried to fly. Dash's much heavier weight and accidental but firm grip on his cock immediately slammed him back to the ground, tackling Dash, genitals-to-face, knocking her to the sand underneath him.

"Here, hey, calm down!" came Sunset's voice behind Dash. The cool tingle of magic washed across the skin of Dash's face, and her vision twinkled with the greenish-blue of Sunset's aura. Glenn gasped as the magic squeezed on the tip of his cock and a small spurt of his precum landed deep in the back of Dash's throat as Sunset separated them.

Dash, flat on her back, coughed on his sharp-tasting fluid. Glenn rolled and popped up to all fours.

"So," Sunset asked, "have you learned a lesson?"

"Uh, no?" Dash said, standing up and brushing sand off her rump. Gaaaah! Her butt, thighs, and privates were coated in sand. "What happened?"

"Griffon dongs are too big for humans. Give him a handjob."

"I could totally blow someone twenty percent—"

Sunset kicked Dash in the shin.

"Ow!" Dash said, hopping on one foot. "Okay, yeah. I don't think I can blow him. Glenn, are all griffons that big?"

A red blush somehow penetrated the white and black plumage on his head, and he looked at the ground. Sunset dipped her head and looked underneath his barrel.

"I've never done a griffon," Sunset said, "because I paid attention in junior high health class, but he's twice the size of the average earth pony. Glenn, how do you compare to griffons?"

He mumbled something, then squawked softly.

"Huh?" Dash asked.

Fluttershy walked up, arms crossed over her wetsuit-covered breasts, and her face flushed red in embarrassment. "He said 'gifted.'"

Glenn's head snapped up and he stared at her. "You speak bird?"

Fluttershy looked at her feet.

"Okay," Dash said, jerking a thumb at the beach blankets and walking towards them. "That didn't work, but I think we're ready for the main event."

Glenn nodded, his erection wagging up-and-down in time with the nod and thumping his chest on the upstroke, and followed Dash to the beach blankets. The other girls followed behind him. Dash brushed sand off her ass and thighs.

With a quick glance to the left, Dash saw the pink-maned white mare was lying flat on her belly, head propped on her forehooves, watching Dash through a pair of binoculars. Her well-fucked husband slept curled in a ball next to her. The beach umbrella shaded them and the sleeping infant in the portable crib. "All kinds of audience," Dash muttered.

The other girls sat down on the blankets to either side of Dash's blanket: Twilight, Applejack, and Pinkie on one side, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Trixie on the other. Sunset curled up on the sand, eschewing the blankets entirely.

Dash's heart pounded as she looked at the others and at Glenn's massive dong. It seemed even larger than it had when it got stuck in her mouth. Was it still engorging? Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh, this was going to be... could she fit that thing inside her? And doing Glenn in front of the other girls... bravado aside, she wasn't really an exhibitionist. She'd only gone nude on the beach because she didn't want Twilight, of all eggheads, to be more casual than she was! How was she—

"Can, um," Fluttershy mumbled, "can I feel how soft the coat on your scrotum is?"

"Sure!" Glenn chirped, raising his tail.

Dash watched as Fluttershy kneeled down and, biting her lip, reached up with both hands and cupped the tremendous griffon balls. Fluttershy's eyes widened as she touched the soft fuzz that covered them and then hefted their bowling-ball-like weight. She leaned forward and nuzzled his ballsack. Glenn's cock seemed to grow another inch.

Oh, thanks a lot, 'Shy, Dash thought, looking at the now larger member she was going to have to fit in her pussy momentarily.

Voice muffled by the griffon's softly furred scrotum, Fluttershy announced, "It's a good thing I'm wearing a wetsuit." She ran her hands down his fluffy tail.

Dash swallowed down acid and bile as her nervousness settled into her belly. Clenching her hands together in front of her sternum, she said, "Well, okay. Let's get started."

Thank goodness she had sunglasses on, her eyes were probably as wide as dinner plates. Hopefully the fiery light of the setting sun would hide the paleness she could feel in her face. Dash lowered herself to her hands and knees, bottom toward the beachhouse and face out to sea. "Don't you dare cum before I do," Dash said, with what she hoped was a steadiness of voice.

Rarity leaned over and brushed a hand across Dash's left buttcheek. "Dash! Dash, you're covered in sand, you don't want that... ahem, in between yourself and him, shall we say? Such is the danger of beach sex... goodness, and on your labia and your, ahem, sweet pea, too."

Dash looked over her shoulder as Rarity pulled a bottle of water and a silken handkerchief from her bag. Rarity poured the water across Dash's rump.

While Rarity fussed with that, Glenn looked at Fluttershy and raised an eyebrow. Fluttershy smiled and reburied her face into his soft, floofy ballsack, her nose between the two massive melons, nuzzling them, and nursing his erection with her hands. Muffled against the fur covering his massive balls, Fluttershy mumbled, "Who's got huge balls? Who's got huge catbirb balls? You have huge catbirb balls yes you do!"

After pouring some of the water on the handkerchief, Rarity wiped across Dash's clit—Dash yelped and grabbed the blanket with her hands, crushing the fabric—and then wiped up between her labia, and then over both buttcheeks. "Honestly, Dash, sand everywhere." Rarity then wiped Dash's butthole. "Tsk, tsk. Whomever did your wax?"

Dash stared at her, jaw hanging open.

"I hope you can dispute the credit card payment. They left hairs all over your... ahem, derrière. I shall give you the name of the wax therapist I used to use, she always went in with tweezers and a magnifying glass to ensure my... rear entrance... was magnifique before she allowed me to leave her establishment. Although, really," Rarity gestured at her own exquisitely hairless snatch, "I do recommend laser hair removal."

"I... I... uh... okay, Rares. Thanks."

"Bad idea," Twilight said, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Dash's pubes are polychromatic and the therapist will have to pick multiple different lasers for each session. Actually, Dash, what color are the hairs on your anus? I've never noticed."

"Not now, Twilight, please," Dash said.

"I just light my farts," Pinkie said. "Poof! All gone."

Rarity inserted her index finger into Dash's snatch and felt around for a minute, ensuring no sand had gotten into her. As she did this, Dash felt a huge flame light inside herself and run up her spine. Already wet, Rarity's delicate finger made Dash simply gush as Rarity hit her g-spot while she plumbed for stray grains of sand. Dash leaned down and bit the beach blanket.

Rarity grinned at Dash and then used her finger to deliberately massage Dash's spot for a moment. Dash gasped and her whole body jerked once.

Turning to Glenn, Rarity wiped Dash's wetness across the head of his cock, rubbing the juices into the slit at his tip, and then licking her own fingers clean. "There! Excellent. You two are now ready to begin. And Dash? You taste divine." Rarity scooted back about two feet, leaving nothing but open space between Glenn and Dash.

Glenn stepped forward and hopped up to his rear legs, hands on Dash's hips. His weight was shockingly light.

Dash clenched her eyes shut behind her sunglasses, her breathing coming fast and shallow. Was she—was she really going to—

A hard, warm shape pressed up against her pussy lips. So, yes, it appeared she really was going to.

"Dash?" Glenn said. "Just wanted one last time to make sure you... uh... this is okay, right?"

She could still back out, change her mind. Dash looked over her shoulder and saw Fluttershy with her face buried against his fuzzy ballsack, her hands massaging his massive testicles. If Dash backed out, he'd fuck Fluttershy—her wetsuit was dripping at the crotch—so Glenn wouldn't be left blue and hanging...

Trixie held the phone up, still recording.

Applejack, hat low over her eyes, stared at Dash, arms crossed. Twilight stood next to her, Pinkie on the other side.

No, Dash decided. I can't chicken out in front of them, can I?

Dash had to swallow twice and lick her lips. Her mouth was dry but she was able to say, "Do it."

Glenn gripped her waist and pressed himself forward. He made a soft squawking sound and ruffled his feathers.

Dash's jaw dropped open and she gripped even harder onto the blanket, fingers digging into the packed sand through the fabric. Oh, he was big. She had known that, but—

"Someone needs a geode of super stretchiness," Pinkie said.

The tip of his cock slid in between her lips and pressed against the entrance to her pussy, but then instead of sliding into her, she just felt an uncomfortable pressure building as he pushed her hips forward.

"Uh," Glenn said, gripping her hips tighter. "Is this... um... normal?"

"I've never done a griffon before," Dash said. "Is it?"

He flicked his wings. "I'm a virgin!" he said. "How would I know?"

"Indeeeeeed?" Rarity said, tapping a fingernail against her front teeth.

Muffled by floofy ballsack fur and enormous balls came Fluttershy's voice: "I have dibs on next. My cunt is flaming."

"It's called a lady garden, Fluttershy, dear," Rarity said. "Dibs on third, then."

"The Great and Powerful Trixie had next."

"I think you're larger than my, uh, lady garden," Dash said.

Twilight kneeled and rummaged into her pack, pulling out digital calipers.

"No!" said the rest of them.

Twilight's face fell and she put the calipers back in her bag.

Pushing backwards with her hands and knees, Dash tried to pop him into her pussy, but Glenn just squawked as his cock bent against her pressing.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie has a solution!" Trixie handed the phone to AJ, who continued filming, before pulling off her tall wizard's hat and waving a hand over it. There was a light-blue flash.

Sunset's ears perked straight up. "Wait, that was real magic—"

Trixie pulled a large jar of coconut butter from her hat. "Ta-da! No more parlor tricks for Trixie." She uncapped the jar and scooped out a double-palmful of the greasy white paste. "Will Dash also be taking it in the ass, or just the traditional way?"

Dash gasped. "Look at his size! Let's stick with my, uh, traditional hole."

Glenn squawked disappointedly.

"Pull out, Glenn," Trixie said. The griffon's face turned pouty, but he pulled back. A flush of disappointment washed over Dash as his tip broke contact with her labia. Trixie smeared the greasy coconut butter around Glenn's tip and halfway down his shaft, then she rubbed her palms together, the white paste melting into a clear oil, and rubbed up and down Dash's pussylips. Dash gasped and her toes curled as Trixie hit her clit, the coconut oil smooth and slick. Trixie took another small palmful and actually pressed it into Dash, deep up into her vagina, and Trixie twisted her fingers this way and that. As she smeared the hot lubricant across her g-spot, Dash lost her balance, her arms going out from under her, and she hit face first into the blanket.

"Dash finds Trixie's hands twenty percent greater and awesomer," Trixie said, and then slipped the fingers slicked with Dash's juices and the coconut oil into her own pussy. She looked at Glenn. "I already called dibs on next, and everyone heard. Fluttershy is third and Rarity fourth."

"Fifth," said Twilight.

"Sixth," Pinkie said.

"Oh, fine, seventh," AJ said.

Sunset rolled her eyes. "Last, then."

Glenn clicked his beak at her and waggled his eyebrows, then scooted his hips forward again.

His greased, dripping, and apparently even warmer member pressed against her again and Dash moaned, deep in her chest, as he slid in an inch or two farther than before, and a combination of pleasure and pain washed across Dash. It was—she had seen how huge his cock was, but feeling it! He smashed her open, her pussy grinding open as the muscles and tissues stretched to accommodate the inhumanly huge dong. Even losing her virginity all those years ago hadn't felt like this! Glenn panted, rear paws the size of snowshoes shuffling forward a few inches on the blanket as he shifted his weight and muscles to push farther in. Sharp talons pricked her flanks.

Dash pushed up on her arms, trying to get her spine in line with his cock. He slipped in another inch and sweat broke out down her back and across her forehead. His sharp beak nibbled her shoulder blade and she gasped and squirted a surprise load of girlcum at the painful sensation.

"Oh, man," Dash muttered. "I think he's too big."

Twilight walked around to stand just in front of Dash. She pushed her glasses up her nose. For the first time, Dash was close up on Twilight's nethers, and she noticed that Twilight's bush was completely unkempt; unsurprising, given how focused Twilight tended to be on anything but her appearance.

Second, Twilight's inner thighs were soaked as her own juices dripped from her dark purple lips and rolled down her thighs. "I have an idea," Twilight said.

"Uh-oh," Dash mumbled.

"Rarity, grab Dash's other hip with me," Twilight said, kneeling down on Dash's right and grabbing just around her bottommost rib. Rarity kneeled on Dash's left and did the same. "AJ? Pinkie? Push on Glenn's hips. Fluttershy—"

"I'm good," she said, face still buried against Glenn's balls.

"Trixie? Sunset?"

"Leave me out of this," Sunset said, her tail thrashing and ears tucked low. "I'm preparing a huge I-told-you-so for Dash in about three minutes, lasting at least an hour."

"Busy," Trixie said. Dash glanced at her and saw Trixie was sitting on her own blanket, knees spread wide, watching Dash and rubbing her own clit enthusiastically with one hand and smearing coconut butter on her nipples with the other. She broke contact with her clit long enough to wave her hand over her hat and, with another flash-pop of magic, pulled a huge purple vibrator from the hat.

She jammed the vibe into the open jar of coconut butter and then into herself.

"I may need to borrow that," Twilight said. "I don't think I can wait long enough to get to the front of Glenn's queue."

He squawked and flicked his wings.

"Okay," Twilight said. "Dash? Relax."

"How—"

"Everyone," Twilight said. "Push!"

Dash screamed as she was forced backwards and Glenn forwards. He split her open wide, wider than she'd been in her life, and eight or ten or twelve or who knew how many inches of griffon meat slammed forward, filling her like she'd never been filled in her life, and the wide blunt tip of his cock slammed into her cervix. She saw stars, a flash of light like a Trixie fireworks show gone wrong blinded her and as the pain faded it was replaced with a feeling of fullness like she'd never known, never imagined, and it was good.

"Oh, you're big. Just—be still for a second, okay?"

Glenn grabbed her hips tighter, just below where Twilight and Rarity were grabbing her. The sharp tips pricked her skin where he grabbed her. Glenn leaned down again, rubbing his hard beak in figure-eights across her back, the sensation a sensual tickle that warmed her up even further.

A soft vibration ran up his cock, buzzing Dash's insides, and she realized Fluttershy was humming into his floofy ballsack.

Dash looked under herself and noticed the skin over her pubis and lower belly was stretched tighter than usual, a visible ridge where his tremendous mass forced her abdomen to bulge all the way up her vagina to her uterus.

"So. Awesome!" Dash whispered to herself.

Clenching her eyes, Dash breathed slowly as her pussy stretched to accommodate the unnatural hugeness inside it. As the pain of his initial assault faded, the fullness of being taken replaced it. He weighed against her g-spot and she could only imagine what it would be like as he began pounding her. Heck, he was so huge her clit had shifted and the underside of his shaft rubbed against it.

"Okay," Dash said. "Stroke out and back in."

Twilight and Rarity grabbed tight onto her ribs and AJ and Pinkie grunted as they pulled on Glenn and he slid from her. AJ had only one hand on Glenn, the other holding Trixie's phone low as she filmed a close-up shot of Glenn's slathered cock splitting Dash's sopping wet labia.

Sadness, forlornness, washed over Dash as his massive size retreated from her. When the snowplow-like head of his cock was just at the entrance to her, Twilight said, "Thrust!"

With a scream of pleasure—all pleasure, this time, for the pain was gone—Dash rammed her hips backward. His massive griffon cock clobbered her g-spot and rubbed across her engorged clit, sending lightning-like shots of pleasure up her body. Gooseflesh broke out across her back and legs; her nipples throbbed as they popped even more erect. Even with Twilight's and Rarity's bigger tits right in her face, Dash felt a certain pride over how hot and hard her nipples were right then.

Glenn slammed home into the bottom of her womb again and Dash just rode the collision, letting him push her ass several inches farther forward and snowplow her face downward into the blanket.

"More!" Dash shouted, pushing back up onto her elbows. Glenn squawked happily.

The others slid him out and pushed him back in again. Truth be told, Dash was plenty loose now and didn't need the help... but having Rarity and Twilight's tits and snatches in her face, and their hands on her ribs, well, that didn't feel too bad. Let it roll.

Reaching down, she brushed the underside of his cock with the fingers of her left hand, feeling the mixed slickness of her own juices and the coconut butter, then found her clit and started rubbing frantically. "Twi, Rares? My nipples."

Rarity instantly slid two fingers of her free hand into her own pussy and then rubbed their wet pads clockwise around Dash's left nipple. Twilight hesitated for a few seconds, watching Rarity, and then gave a tiny shrug and did the same to Dash's right nipple.

The slickness of the other girls' pussy juice on her nipples, the mass of Glenn's cock rubbing back-and-forth across her g-spot, the impact of his tip against her cervix with every thrust, the feel of her own fingers on her clit, all combined to drive her toward a massive orgasm. She felt it building, the muscles around her pussy and womb tightening, a burning sensation burgeoning, and then she started thinking: thinking that she wasn't fucking another person... well, okay, a person but not a human. She was fucking a talking cat-bird half her own size but with a cock like elephant!

Glenn bit her on the shoulder blade again, the sensation so sudden and foreign she came instantly, shudders wracking her entire body.

Her nipples burned under the girls' ministrations, her pussy flamed and clenched, and she even felt her asshole contracting hard and she wished for a buttplug (or a second, smaller, griffon...). When she thought about the video AJ was taking, and how she must look, mounted and fucked by a griffon, how naughty and exotic she was, that was when her orgasm—the big one, not one of the foreshocks she'd been having—let go, ripping across her body.

Dash screamed and lost her balance, dropping shoulder-first onto the blanket as Glenn continued to snowplow her cervix as fast as his hips could go. He grunted and thrusted harder, against the contractions of her pussy as her orgasm fought against his hammering. Fresh juices splurted out of her, covering her hand where it worked her clit.

Fluttershy grabbed Dash's hand, pulling it away from her clit and smeared Dash's fingers across Glenn's fluffy ballsack, then 'Shy noisily licked Dash's juices from the soft fuzz.

Snatching her hand back to her clit, Dash rubbed harder, riding down the fading fire.

"Oh! So good!" Dash said.

"We could tell, darling," Rarity said. "We can't even smell the ocean breeze over you."

"Can—" Glenn gasped. "Can I cum inside you?"

Sunset's eyes widened. "No, Dash, no, bad idea—"

"Yes! Fill me up!" Dash shouted. She was on the pill, it was fine.

Sunset facehoofed.

Glenn screeched like a soaring raptor and slammed himself forward with one last brutal thrust. Dash moaned in pleasure... and her moan turned into a scream as a horrible pain ripped across her lower half.

Her pussy suddenly burned with a pins-and-needles sensation as his cock seemed to grow two more sizes, filling her up and stretching her wide, and then another sensation, something she didn't understand and had never felt before, pushed up on her womb and stretched her muscles even more.

As Glenn shouted in time with his splurts, the stretching, ripping sensation in Dash's belly grew even stronger, ever more painful. Heat filled her, like lava where his tip clobbered into her cervix.

"Ow!" Dash shouted. "Ow, ow! Pull out!"

Glenn gripped her asscheeks and pushed backwards. Talons pricked deeper into her skin.

Other than a massive, tearing pain up and down Dash's channel, nothing happened.

"Warned ya," Sunset said.

"What!" Dash said.

Glenn squawked and flared his wings, feathers ruffling. "I'm stuck!"

"He's stuck," Sunset agreed.

"He's stuck?" Dash shouted.

"Of course he's stuck," Sunset said. "Griffons are half cat. His dickbarbs engaged and locked him into your pussy."

"Well, unengage them!" Dash shouted, looking at Sunset. She then looked down, past her breasts and towards her own belly, which bulged out even further with the displacement of the giant griffon cock and load of griffum.

Glenn squawked in panic and his wings fluttered. "How do I unengage them?"

Sunset looked at Fluttershy. "Feel his balls. Squishy? Or firm?"

'Shy massaged his balls, rolling them between her fingers. Glenn snapped his beak and Dash panted in pain. "Squishy," 'Shy said.

"He's got to finish cumming," Sunset said.

"I'm trying!" Glenn whined.

"Can I, just, maybe...?" said a new voice.

They all looked to the side. The pink-maned white mare from down the strand stood about ten paces back. "I'm a medical professional. Nurse Redheart."

Sunset nodded. "Got experience?"

"Not in this exactly," she said, "but I think I know the problem. Can I examine you, honey?"

Dash just nodded.

"Higher up on your forelegs," said the nurse. "I need under you."

Dash pushed up on her arms, balanced on her palms, elbows locked. The nurse pony flipped onto her back and wriggled along the beach blanket, between Dash's arms, until she was under Dash's torso.

Inches below Dash's face, the mare's vulva was sticky with cum. A large wad dripped from her pussy and soaked into her dock. Well, she had been pistoning her husband a few minutes before. Udders, heavy with milk, stared back up at Dash.

"Uh-huh," Nurse Redheart said, palpating Dash's abdomen with her forehooves. It felt like getting her yearly physical, the doctor palpating her reproductive tract through her abs while muttering and mumbling, and about as erotic as a cup of yesterday's espresso. "Yup."

"What?" said every-one, -pony, and -griff else.

"He can't unload. Your vaginal vault is too small. Look—griffons ejaculate prodigiously. That's evolution, they need big loads to out-compete the other griffons. Griffon hens mate with the whole colony. That's why his testicles are so large." Redheart hefted his balls with a hoof. "Hey, pal, when you're done with this one..."

"Trixie has next!"

"Yer husband wouldn't mind, Sugarcube?" AJ asked.

The nurse chuckled. "Ponies aren't like that. You know, if you'd just wanted intercourse," she poked Glenn's cock through Dash's abs, "you could have borrowed my husband. He's always wanted to try a human, and he doesn't have dickbarbs."

Glenn squawked.

A wad of mixed juices fell from Dash's clit to Redheart's open mouth. "Ooooh, coconut."

"So what do we do?" Twilight asked.

"Oh, that's easy. Massage her until her cervix opens. That should open up her uterus enough to make room for him to finish unloading." Redheart palpated Dash's uterus through her abdominal wall. "Well, maybe, maybe not. But once he fills your fallopian tubes, too, you'll be good for sure."

Dash whimpered.

A soft cry came on the wind, from Redheart's beach blanket and the infant crib under the sun umbrella. "Whoops, baby's hungry, gotta trot. Good luck! If any of you wanna go, my husband should be able to get hard again in fifteen, twenty minutes."

"Reaaaalllyyy..." Rarity said, tapping her chin with one finger and rubbing her left boob with the other hand.

The nurse shimmied out from under Dash and hurried back to her family down the beach.

"Dibs," called Pinkie, jerking a thumb at the aforementioned husband. Rarity pouted.

They all stared at each other, silent for several seconds.

"Oh!" Twilight shouted, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Oh! You all made fun of me when I packed the portable ultrasound unit for vacation, but who's laughing now?"

She ran into the beach house.

Applejack theatrically stretched her back and arms and cracked her knuckles. "At the Acres, we've dun started raising alpacas."

Rarity said, "I'm sorry, Darling, what does that have to do—"

"An' the male alpaca alls his packa clean up into the female's fallopian tubes before he, uh..."

"Cums!" Pinkie supplied.

"Cums," Applejack agreed with a grimace. "I don't like that word. Sometimes they get stuck and we gotta massage them free or the female will get an infection."

"So you're comparing me to an Alpaca?" Glenn said. "Alpacas and griffons fought wars in the past. I find that culturally insensitive."

"I find my pussy culturally oversensitive!" Dash shouted. "Get massaging!"

AJ took the nurse's place underneath Dash. Rough farmer's hand scratched and scraped across the soft skin of Dash's belly.

Dash looked up, still balanced on her hands and knees. "I'm, uh, kinda losing my ladyboner," she said.

"I'm good," Glenn squawked. "Was your name Fluttershy?"

"Ummhmmm," Fluttershy said, face still buried in his floofy ballsack.

"I'm good," Glenn repeated.

"Fluttershy's found her happy place," Trixie observed.

Fluttershy mumbled something that might have been "Fuzzy and warm." She unzipped her wetsuit to the crotch, letting her small, perky boobs out, and reached a hand down to rub herself off.

"We've lost Fluttershy," AJ observed.

"What could we do to assist with your ladygarden's excitement?" Rarity asked Dash.

"Uh," Dash said. AJ was beneath her, still wearing the modest swimsuit. She looked at Rarity, resplendent in her sunscreened nudity. "Want some oral?"

Rarity smiled and flipped her hair. "I thought you would never ask." She positioned herself on her hands and knees, just in front of Dash, and backed up until her smooth, white, hairless rump was just in front of Dash's nose, positioned for Dash to make a train with her, Glenn as the caboose.

Twilight returned, portable ultrasound unit in a canvas case slung over her shoulder, and pouted. "Why Rarity? Why not me?"

"Because I know Rarity's asscrack is waxed," Dash said.

"Lasered," corrected Rarity.

Twilight asked, "Can I... uh... see?"

"Oh course, Darling," Rarity said, crossing her arms and resting her chin on her wrists, which levered her butt up an extra inch or two, putting the meaty, white labia and pink clit just in front of Dash's nose.

AJ massaged firmly on Dash's belly, working her cervix and the tip of Glenn's cock. Something shifted, deep inside Dash, and she felt a twinge of pain combined with a hot lightning bolt of pleasure as Glenn wormed another inch forward, his hard, spiny cock dragging sensuously across her g-spot.

Twilight kneeled and grabbed Rarity's buttcheeks, spreading them apart. Dash's eyes widened, getting her first-ever close look at Rarity's ass. She'd seen Rarity in the showers at school after gym class since middle school, she'd let Rarity fuck her with a strapon on dozens of occasions, but she'd never looked at Rarity's ass before, which made sense: if somone were to ask Dash what her favorite body part was, she would have said, 'dick and/or balls.' But Dash knew awesome when she saw it, and Rarity's ass was awesome.

And her buttcrack was, indeed, as smooth as polished glass, not a single stray hair to be seen, and her pale-white skin faded into an alluring soft purple pucker at her asshole.

"I'll do that when we get home," Twilight said, staring at Rarity's rear entrance and scratching her own lavender bush.

Dash leaned down and clamped her lips around Rarity's clit. Rarity came instantly, a gush of hot, white girlcum coating Dash's tongue, the taste sweet and floral. Rarity's asshole clenched in front of Dash's eyes and Twilight began running her index fingers up-and-down the cleft of Rarity's ass, brushing ever-so-close but not quite touching Rarity's anus.

Glenn nibbled Dash's left ear, surprising her, the sharp beak pinching sensuously, and Dash squirted again. AJ cursed.

Dash made nummy-nummy-nummy noises, sucking on Rarity's pussy and labia. She balanced on one hand so that she could rub a thumb on Rarity's clit.

AJ kept massaging and waves of relaxation emanated from Dash's abdomen as the rough farmer hands worked her muscles, loosening her up. Glenn's claws scratched down her flanks.

"Oh!" Pinkie said and pointed at the ponies down the strand. The white-colored nurse was rocking her infant, and the nurse's yellow husband stood, watching them, his wings flared. He raised a back leg, like a dog preparing to pee on a fire hydrant, and revealed an inhumanly large erection (although not quite as large as Glenn's). As Pinkie ran across the beach towards the stallion, boobs flopping, she called back over her shoulder "I wonder if ponies like anal!"

"Very much!" Sunset replied. "Just ask!"

Twilight's rubbed the pad of her left thumb around the tight muscular ring of Rarity's anus. Rarity gasped and started cumming again, her entire pussy throbbing in Dash's mouth, gushing hot juices that Dash swallowed down greedily. Glenn inched forward and Dash felt her cervix opening under the ministrations of AJ's massage and the pressure of Glenn's huge catbird cock.

Dash came again, squirting prodigiously, and AJ gasped and cursed as mixed pussy juice and coconut oil dripped on her face. Pain soon overwhelmed Dash's pleasure, however, but then quickly morphed back into painful-pleasure as Glenn scooted further forward and popped through the muscular ring of her cervix and the blunt head of his cock pressed into her womb.

"Whoooo doggy! We dun got it now!" AJ crowed.

"I also find 'dog' culturally insensitive," Glenn grumped.

Twilight's thumb pressed deeper into Rarity's ass and Rarity screamed in pleasure as Dash simultaneously drove her tongue deep into Rarity's vagina, Rarity gushing more sweet-sticky-flows, a squirt getting into Dash's eyes.

"I'm—I'm—I'm still stuck," Glenn squawked. "I'm not finishing cumming!"

Trixie pulled the pussy-and-coconut oil soaked vibrator from her own pussy, stood, turned it to maximum, and crammed it deep under Glenn's tail. It hit his prostate and he screeched like a soaring hawk and unloaded into Dash.

Dash's eyes and mouth went wide and her shout got stuck in her throat as massive wads and wads of griffon cum splurted into her womb and up her fallopian tubes, filling her entirely. She looked down and saw her belly distended like someone four months pregnant as Trixie worked the vibrator in and out of Glenn's butt, clobbering his prostate as Fluttershy nuzzled and squeezed his balls.

The tingling pins-and-needles of his dickbarbs disappeared as they disengaged and he pressed backwards, pulling out of her, a shock of pain as his flared tip popped back out through her cervix and then finally out of Dash entirely. Trixie yanked the vibrator free of his ass and he dropped to his butt and accidentally sat on Fluttershy's face. Fluttershy came loudly and wetly all over the crotch of her wetsuit, hanging-out nipples going hard. At least a quart of griffon spunk poured from Dash's reamed-out pussy and landed on AJ's face. AJ shouted in disgust and squirmed out from under Dash.

"Okay," Sunset said. "Trixie had next."

Dash collapsed, prone, arms and legs splayed, Rarity's pussy juices drying on her face and her entire lower body tingling in mixed pleasure and pain, hot griffon cum smeared everywhere. "What? I'm not supposed to fuck the griffon but Trixie can?"

"Only his first load is giant," Sunset said. "That's why I suggested starting with a handjob. He's perfectly safe, now."

Dash buried her face into the beach blanket and screamed.

Pinkie returned at a run and squatted, hands on her knees, to let a big load of stallion cum drip from her perky pink asshole onto the sand. "How long before Glenn's hard again? My chocolate donut is cream-filled, but my vanilla needs frosting, too!"

"Griffons don't have refractory periods," Sunset said, and pointed her horn at Glenn's cum- and Dashcum-smeared member, which was just as huge and hard as it had been while inside Dash.

"Trixie, indeed, had next," Trixie declared, dropping to one elbow and her knees and using the other arm to cram the well-used vibrator up her own butt.

Glenn squawked happily.

That night, in the beach house, Glenn napped flat on his back on top of a sleeping Fluttershy, his head between her breasts, her hands cupped around his balls, the two of them reclined on a couch. Glenn's entire body was matted in cum and pussy juice and he smelled like a Las Vegas brothel on coupon day.

Sunset sucked Twilight's nipples as Twilight meticulously shaved her own bush with an electric trimmer. Rarity sketched Glenn and Fluttershy, charcoal-on-paper, as AJ and Trixie played dueling Animal Crossing on a pair of Nintendo Switches. Pinkie snored softly, butt in the air.

All eight of the girls were naked, bath towels underneath them to protect the rented house's upholstery from huge loads of griffon spunk dripping from each of their vaginas.

Glenn's balls were about half the size they had been when Dash first spotted him earlier than afternoon, completely drained.

Leaned back in a recliner, wearing Bose noise-cancelling headphones and watching a saved episode of Drive to Survive on her MacBook, a continuous thin stream of griffon spunk flowing out of her vagina and down her buttcheeks, Dash held a heating pad over her still-distended abdomen. "Best. Vacation. Ever!" she whispered.