Author's Note

For reference, rooster is the term for a male griffon and hen is the term for a female griffon in this story.

Reading this out loud to myself was funnier than it had any right to be 😂
Bonus points for whoever gets the reference to Trixie's pickup line.

Meeting Magni

Walking into the Griffonstone Tap House, Trixie noticed that the walls all over the establishment were dull and brown. Not a single inch of painting or decoration that told the customers that this wasn’t just any old bar, but the Griffonstone Tap House. Trixie shrugged, she wasn’t really there for the decor anyway. After a failed magic show with only two members in the audience, Trixie was ready to unwind and perhaps get something else out of this trip.

Glancing at the bar at the far right side of the establishment, she saw several dull-colored roosters sitting with their beer glasses in their talons, almost like statues save for the occasional tail flick they made in their barstools. And then, Trixie’s eyes widened as her gaze was enraptured by a purple and fuschia hen with a mint-green tail. Trixie felt sweat rolling down the fur on her cheeks as she stumbled towards the bar before the rest of her thoughts could catch up with her. And then Trixie felt a jolt as she processed what she was doing, but it was too late. Her hoof was pressing against the brightly colored griffon’s shoulder.

Trixie yelped and moved her hoof away as she saw the purple fur on the griffon’s back raising up like that of an angry cat. The griffon whirled around, her amber eyes widening briefly before her expression tightened into a glare. As the griffon turned around fully in her barstool, Trixie’s eyes widened as she saw a flaccid black cock that resembled an elephant trunk in its size and thickness. The unicorn was sure that the monster of a cock could reach the mysterious griffon’s chest when fully erect.

“Eyes off the goods, pony,” the griffon growled. “I know we have to allow other creatures here for the sake of inclusivity and friendship, but what business do you have approaching me at the bar?”

Trixie felt her body trembling as she was forced to look away from the griffon’s meat and stare at her burning gaze. Pulling out the first pick-up line that came to her head, Trixie took a deep breath and spoke.

“W-Word around the o-office is that you’ve got a fat cock,” Trixie stammered, feeling her face heating up like a fireplace.

“What office?!” the griffon snarled. “You’ve got ten seconds to explain yourself before I make you my dinner.”

“Eep! Trixie just thinks you’re very pretty!” Trixie threw her forehooves over her head, covering her eyes as she continued. “The Great and P-Powerful Trixie is offering you a night with her, if you a-accept.”

Trixie shook for a few seconds longer, and just as her shaking stopped, she heard the griffon laughing really hard. Moving her hooves off her eyes, Trixie saw the griffon holding a talon to her face as she bellowed with laughter.

“Great? Powerful?!” the griffon howled, slapping her hind leg with the other talon. “What kind of pony crap is that?! I could twist your pillowy pony body into a pretzel if I wanted to. No, if anyone is powerful…”

The griffon jumped off the barstool, puffing her chest out as she finally smiled down at Trixie, who jumped back even further.

“...it’s me,” the griffon told her. “It’s Magnificent, Magni for short. And you’re quite funny for thinking that I’d bed a pony, I can’t even stand sleeping with my own kind y’know.”

Magni turned around and slowly climbed back onto her barstool, taking a swig of her beer down that toucan-like beak of hers. Trixie took several deep breaths, feeling her ego torn to shreds, as she jumped onto the empty barstool on Magni’s right side.

“Trixie was more curious about your colors than anything else,” Trixie admitted. “Trixie has seen a bright blue griffon, yes, but nothing quite like you.”

“Oh yes, I get that a lot,” Magni nodded. “You wouldn’t be the first to fling yourself at me, I get that from you sissy ponies all the time. However…”

Magni glanced at Trixie out of the corner of her eye as she set her drink down on the wooden counter.

“You’re the first not to piss yourself and bolt off,” Magni admitted. “You’re either horny out of your mind or an idiot. Probably both.”

Trixie squeaked, glancing at the floor and not meeting Magni’s eyes.

“After all, you’ve got to be insane to want this-” Magni turned towards the blue unicorn a little, grabbing her cock around one of her talons. “-inside you. Even if I wanted to, I don’t want to be sending any tourists to the hospital. Not without good reason.”

Trixie felt herself salivating as she noticed that Magni wasn’t even quite able to close her talon around her own cock.

“Why, I think even smacking you with this would be enough to put you in the hospital,” Magni chuckled. “Screw it, why don’t we find out?”

“What?” Trixie gasped.

“Ma’am, no one wants to see that,” the bartender huffed as he passed by.

“This bitch does,” Magni let go of her cock, pointing at Trixie. The bartender rolled his eyes before walking towards the other patrons, and Magni jumped off the barstool once more. “Okay sissy, since no one likes a free show anymore, we’re going to find one of the alleyways.”

“D-Don’t you have a place?” Trixie frowned.

“Do you think you deserve a bed?” Magni looked over her shoulder.

“I guess no-”

“Calm down, blue tits. Of course you’re coming back to my place, I’m not that mean,” Magni barked. “Nice to know what you’re willing to do though, little slut.”

Trixie felt herself burning up as she jumped off the barstool, the bartender complaining about her not buying anything. Trixie trotted to Magni’s side, slowing down her trot so she didn’t run ahead of the griffon.

“So anyways,” Magni began to explain. “My Dad is a rusty red, and my Mom is white and lavender. A little different than what you usually see, but nothing too crazy. Then, they had me, and Griffonstone actually gave a shit about another griffon for two seconds. Mostly old perverts talking about the lucky rooster who’d get to fuck me. Then they found out I had a cock, and they all shut up. Worked out well, since I don’t swing that way anyhow.”

Trixie made an effort to hang onto every word Magni said, all the while ignoring the burning need inside her. If all Magni ended up doing was slapping her around with that log of hers, then Trixie would consider it worth the trip.

Magni looked down at Trixie and smirked, leaning over and grabbing a talonful of pony ass.

Trixie squeaked, and Magni laughed as they got closer to her place.

Maybe this pony will be some fun after all.