Talking About the Weather
"I kinda miss the windstorms we used to get in late spring," you remark to Feather Flash. You've known the weathermare for years, and if there's one thing she loves, it's an opportunity to talk about her job. "I mean, don't get me wrong - I love the gentle breezes, but learning to ride those big gusts was- well, you know."
"Well, we're cleared to use 'em for big storms, but they added a residential limit of 15 knots - turns out some higher-up got his jollies watching foals slam into the sides of buildings." Feather grimaced, but then gestured towards the plains south of town. "Only residential, though - you ever want speed, Aero Dive manages those fields. And you've met her."
You nod, filing that information away for later. "So... big storms, miss two-tornados-at-once?"
Feather's muzzle scrunches. "You know darned well that was- oh, hello." She stops suddenly and looks behind you, then up a little.
Before you can turn to see who she's talking to, you feel a warm, fluffy presence above you - or around you, really, with your boyfriend's scaly forelegs on either side of your barrel. In his low, smooth voice, Gavin replies with a simple, "hey, you two." His feathers brush over your back, running up your fur with a sensation that sets your spine shivering with anticipation. You can feel him shift his weight to three legs, just before he slowly traces his talons through your fur.
Your heart is racing even before that hand slips under himself and grabs your dock and tail. Despite your deep blush, Feather still looks confused as to what's going on, the friendly mare apparently too respectful to notice your cock coaxed from its sheath by just your boyfriend's touch, or the veritable monster hanging between his leonine legs. Something slick and hot slips under your tail and twitches softly, nestled right up against your tailhole. On reflex, you shift your hind hooves and relax, preparing yourself.
Gavin lets go of your tail, and instead grabs your chest and presses his own to the back of your neck. You break your blank stare to glance at his other foreleg: still steady on the ground, no need to rear up to mount you. The griffon is simply big enough to fuck you standing, and he's about to prove it to you, right in front of Feather Flash. His furry underbelly presses against your back as he breathes, slow and calm.
And then he moves.
He doesn't simply push his hips into you, no. His thick, firm shaft pushes you forward as it seeks - and finds - entry, but the paw on your chest keeps you right there as he impales you. To your relief, Gavin goes slow, giving your body ample time to adjust to the sheer girth spreading your cheeks and stretching you out. By the time you feel his furry hips right up against your flanks, your wings stick straight out and are almost as firm as your own length hanging under your belly. A deep blush has grown on Feather Flash's cheeks and is slowly spreading to the rest of her face. You think about looking around, to make sure nopony else can see Gavin casually claim you for a mate, but then the bird moves his hips again, and you can think of nothing else.
It's slow, like when he went in, but all that does is make you focus on every bit of that griffon dick rubbing against your insides. You can't help but shudder and moan softly, desparate for him to either stop moving or go faster. And luckily, he does. A quiet, steady "slk... slk... slk..." reaches your ears as he rhythmically pushes you back and forth on his cock. And then he speaks again.
"Oh, don't mind me. What were you saying, Feather, about newish regulations?" It's hard enough to stand with his cock in you, let alone think, but your boyfriend's voice is steady as ever. The mare herself nearly mirrors you in position, wings flared and flushing a bright red, but manages to stammer out a response.
"I- uh, we- right, before he teased me about the whirlwind incident."
"Did he? Naughty boy, she's too nice to deserve that..." The griffon nibbles your ear, and his beak and tongue play with it until you moan again. One of your forelegs goes slack, but Gavin keeps a snug hold on your chest and keeps going. "Don't worry, F.F., I'll make sure to deal with him."
"I'm sure you will..." she mutters, breathless. The pegasus mare shakes her head and tries to force her wings back down - a losing battle, you think to yourself between his thrusts. "A-anyway, it only affects residential places, so if either of you want those stiff breezes, you can always hang out in the commercial district or at a park."
Slk.. slk.. slk.. "Now there's an idea. I haven't been to the park in ages!" You can't see his face from your position, especially not with how well he's fucking you, but you assume he's got that cute smile of his. "Say, you work... near the forecast ponies. Any rumors of light showers over there?"
Feather Flash looks up at him, now only glancing at you every so often. "Uh... Thursday, I think, preparing the skies and ground for Friday's full storm."
"Really? I thought we weren't due for rain for another week. Park on Thursday, maybe - this town always has such pleasant rain compared to Cloudsdale's cold showers." There's a brief pause, filled only with your panting and quiet moans. "Plus, light rain often keeps away more creatures, which... has its benefits when I'm out with the bf."
Feather Flash's wings snap back open with an audible "fwap!" and your nose picks up on the weak scent of a mare's arousal. Hopefully nocreature else is around, for HER dignity's sake, too. "I... I can imagine. Heh. Um, but, actually, if you want to brave Friday's storm, I'm scheduled to help out around Maple and Tenth, making sure thunderbolts land where they ought to. It might be nice to have somepo- someone OTHER than my supervisors watching me."
"Mmm... alright, but only if we can try out that surf-n-turf place after. We'll be in the area, after all." Gavin shifts his paw and pulls you up into his embrace, leaving his cock twitching deep inside you. "Sounds good, cutie?"
Your throat dry from panting and most of your thoughts thoroughly dominated by your boyriend's dick, it's all you can do to nod.
Air whistles by the griffon's tail as it rapidly swishes back and forth. "It's a date, then! Or whatever we'll call it." Gavin pulls his paw from your chest and pats your head. "And F.F, sorry to interrupt the conversation again, but do you mind if I finish up with him?"
Feather Flash shakes her head, staring at him with wide eyes and a hot blush.
"Cool, thanks. Now then..." Your heart skips as you hear his massive wings flare out. The foreleg he's standing on folds, and the griffon puts his weight on you, forcing you to the ground as he leans on you. One flap of his wings clears some dust from around you two, and he moves his hindpaws, angling to take full advantage of his size.
He's rough, slamming his hips into you with deep, primal lust. Feathers and fur against your back, you can feel Gavin pant as he drives his cock deep into your body, forcing your insides to adapt to the griffon's desires. Your mind goes blank, thinking only of the dominating griffon above you, pounding you with his massive member bigger than anypony's you've even seen. The wave of pleasure he'd kept you on suddenly crashes down, and you moan into the ground as your cock spills shot after shot of your seed, your ass clenching around his powerful member. Only after you start to come down from the high do you recognize a familiar growl. Some ponies think that griffons growl just before pouncing, but you know better, especially as he's already caught you.
Gavin's beak seizes your neck, making you arch your back as a massive, hot load of griffon seed shoots through your rear, filling you with your boyfriend's warmth. His dick pulses against the inner lining of your ass, adding even more of his cum before he finally pulls out. A tender lick to your neck where he bit you helps a little, but you remain in that head-down, ass-up position, from a lack of either will or ability to move. Luckily for you, Gavin has no trouble lifting you up onto his back, your legs dangling away from the ground on the tall griffon.
"Well, nice seeing you again, F.F!" he chirps. "See you again on Friday! Or maybe Thursdsay, if you come looking in the park."
Dazed, thirsty, and half-unconscious, you can barely offer an encouraging twitch of your leg before your boyfriend carries you off, most likely for a shower...
...unless he gets horny enough for a round 2, first.
Author's Note
Some anon on /mlp/ posted a pic of a big griffon and her smol marefriend, and that really activated my almonds (or, well, some other kind of nut). 3 hours later, porn!
