"That bitch ain't gonna sell the house to a human, you know that right?", Jackson informed his colleague while he and Mike walked briskly through the streets of Manehattan.

"Look Jack, money talks raceism walks, and she dosn't even know what she's sitting on right now", Mike responded as the two entered the real estate firm they owned and worked at. "Flash her the 300,000 bits and and that greedy bird will snap at it without looking twice."

Jackson stepped into the elivator with Mike and pressed the button for the forth floor. "What makes you so sure she'll go for it? I've heard those griffons are stubborn."

"You've only been here for nine months Jack. I've been stuck in this crazy place for six years now. I've learned these creatures ain't that different from us humans", The two stepped out as the elevator doors opened and headed for Mike's office. Mike sat down at his computer as Jackson took a seat across from him.

"It's not that I don't trust your judgment Mike but it's alot of fucking money!"

"And were gonne make alot of fucking money!", Mike retorted as he typed an email to the buyer.

"I hope you're right, because if this falls through were gonna be stuck with a real expensive hovel on a nasty river."

"Look, you see this beautiful creature?", Mike said turning his monitor to face Jackson. "This is Fleur De lis, and she's got a sugar daddy who wants that "hovel", so he can knock it down and make a fourth summer home or some shit like that."

Jackson admired the girl on the screen for a while before re-orienting himself to the issue at hand. "Who's this sugar daddy?"

"You're not gonna fucking believe this, his name is Fancy Pants...", Jackson had to hold back a giggle while Mike brought up a picture of the pony. "and he's got enough doe to buy me and you ten times over", Mike turned the monitor back to himself.

"How much is he offering?"

"Like I said... double whatever it takes to aquire the property", Mike smiled and leaned back in his chair.

"Now I see why you're so determined. It's been a while since we've gotten a blank check offer, But why does this Fancy Pants need to go through us? Cant he just make an offer to Gratty directly."

"Only thing that bird hates more than humans is ponies. Aparently she left her homeland and moved out here after some ponies made her friends and neighabors quote, "Start acting like a bunch of dweebs", end quote."

"That's vague", Jackson scoffed. "So when do we put the screws to her?"

"Whenever I confirm the deal with Fancy", Mike's phone rang. He saw it was Fancy Pants and jumped out of his seat. "Shit, I think it's on!", Mike tossed his case across the desk.

Jackson caught it and stood up, "What do you want me to do?"

"Take that thing downstairs, fill it up, and get a carriage ready. I'm taking this call to the roof. I don't want any of the peons on this floor to know what we've got going on", Mike answered the phone and walked out of his office, "Hello? Fancy!"

{on the roof}

"Yah...yah... No we're aquiring the property in a few hours. Yes it's for real. Good I'll call you this evening"
*click*
"FUCK YES!", Mike exclaimed jumping with his fist in the air.

"No, fuck you" came a voice from behind.

Spinning around Mike saw a griffon leaning against the stairwell door. She looked similar to Gratty but... different. "How'd you get up here?", Mike barked.

"The wings geinus."

"Uh-huh, and what the hell are you doing on my building?"

The griffon walked closer to Mike, "I was gonna burn it down cuz your people keep harassing my sister about buying her home."

"Oh yah? well in about two hours your sister is either gonna leave that property a very rich griffon, or in a body bag."

"You threatening my kin?", The griffon exposed her razor sharp claws.

"You threatened to burn down my building. There's people in there you know?"

"Yah... humans", The griffon growled.

Mike pulled the M9 out of his jacket and pointed his gun at the griffon. "You know what this is?"

"Yah I heard you humans had some pretty cool weapons, never seen one of em tho"

Mike cocked the hammer, "I only have the one mag. I've gone six years and never had to use it. Be a shame to waste the bullets on some griffon I don't even know. So why don't you just fly away little bird.

"The name is Ira..."
Extending her wings she launched herself forward. Mike fired a shot that grazed, but the strong griffon shrugged the injury off with ease.

Moving like the wind Ira knocked the gun from Mike's hand and got right up in his face. "You'll know it pretty well when I'm done."

*WHAM*

{Later}

Mike awoke to the sight of the Hoofson River flowing by. He looked around and found he was on a bed in Gratty's house. He quickly reached into his pocket to grab his cell phone in attempt to call for help.

"Took that...", said Ira sitting with her back to him at the end of the bed, her right hand extended with Mike's cell-phone in it. "and this", she extended her left hand, revealing that she now posessed Mike's pistol as well.
"You see, Mike was it? My sister actually wanted to sell this place a long time ago... but I don't."

Mike sat up in the bed, "So you're the reason she wouldn't even meet us, you threatened her!"

"No, I just told her very sternly that we're not leaving... she got the message. Dumb bitch wants to go back to Griffonstone, be friendly and all that shit, not me."

Mike shook his head trying to wrap his mind around everything that was happening, "Why didn't you kill me?"

"So I could fuck you."

". . . WHAT?!"

Ira stood up and turned around, her giant griffon cock standing at attention. Mike stared at the red pointy phallus as Ira sat on the bed and levled the gun at him. "Suck it."

"HELL NO!", Mike tried to run away as shot rang out, and a bullet wizzed by his head into the door frame. He stopped dead in his tracks, and slowly turned to Ira who held the gun on him.

"You cant escape me...", Ira turned and threw the gun out the window and into the Hoofson. "And I don't need that toy to make you do what I want.

*gulp*

Ira ordered mike back into the bed. With no other option he obeyed.

After climbing back into the bed with him Ira used her claws to expertly shred the clothes from his body. Mike now lay curled up, shivering in fear, sitting in a pile of rags awaiting what this wreched monster had in store for him.

Grabbing Mike's head with both hands, Ira drug his body across the bed, and into her crotch. Looking up Mike was greeted by her cock smacking him in the face.

"Now... suck", Ira pried his mouth open with one hand and slid her beat-red shaft inside with the other. "You bite...", She layed one of her claws against Mike's jugular. "you die, understand?"

"Mh-Hmm"

"Good", Ira then grabbed his head with her hands and started violently skull fucking him. She would force his lips down to her knot and let Mike's throat contract against her shaft a few times before returning to using his face like a fleshlite.

Mike could only watch Ira's groin move back and forth as her cock disappeared down his throat, only to reappear in front of him over, and over, and over, until...

"MPHHHH!", Mike screamed as Ira pulled hard against the back of his head.

"No teeth now!", Ira grunted as she attempted to force her knot into Mike's painfully streched jaw.
"Come on!... Get... IN!"

To Mike's horror, Ira succeded and the base of her cock popped past his teeth. He could barely breath as she continued to throat fuck him. With his head now stuck tight against her groin, Mike could do little but pound on her thighs in the hope she would let him breath.

It was of no concern to Ira though, as she reached down and began stroking herself through Mike's neck. Choking the human as well as using his throat as a pocket pussy was the kind of sadistic kink that Ira needed to bring herself off, which she quickly did.

"Fucking...human", she groaned. Grabbing fistfulls of Mike's hair Ira held him in place as she pumped load after load of nasty griffin spunk down his throat.
"OHHHH... That's good", she moaned basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Giving a quick yank she pulled her softening and saliva slickened member free of Mike's throat.

Mike gasped in a coughing fit when the fleshy intruder was free of his esophagus. Panting, he caught his breath as he felt the hot, forign substance settle in his gut. Looking at Ira he saw she was staring down at him with a look not of lust or anger, but of concern.

"I'm soo sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Please... No more Ira", Mike begged colapsing onto the bed.

"Ira? Ira's my sister."

Author's Note

I'm not a furry so I don't know if griffons are supposed to have the knotted dicks or not, but I decided to write it that way... sue me.