Author's Note

Contains: innocent turned lewd massages, vaginal/anal fingering, unprofessional levels of groping crotchteats and butt, a MILF in deep denial of her desires, a griffon giving into his instincts and sadistic fantasies, multiple orgasms, cumshot, dry humping, and the prospect of a returning customer!

Griffonian Style Massages

It had been several weeks of using the zebra dildo, griffon dildo, and vibrating butt plug in intervals for the chubby blue baker. Sometimes, she had even used some of them at the same time, like that one particularly fun night hilting the griffon dildo and having the butt plug stuffed in her ponut. The lewdness of doing it all in the room she shared with her husband whenever she could reasonably get away with it, such as when he was making deliveries while taking care of the foals or helping the younger mares close up for the night, had begun to dull and not be as thrilling. She had worn both the outfits she had bought at the shop during the masturbatory sessions, and had found herself longing a number of times for the “Zebra Slut” outfit that she remembered seeing at Phoenix’s store. The only sex toy of hers that she hadn’t tried out yet was the thick and intimidating dragon dildo. Sure it probably wasn’t even a tenth as big as the ones that Phoenix had in the closet, but Mrs. Cake wanted the moment for such a big yet fake cock to feel right. So having used the other toys as much as she reasonably could before the excitement began to wear off, Mrs. Cake frowned as she glanced at the toys in her closet. They were missing something that was becoming glaringly more noticeable the more she used them, and the fantasies that she had were becoming more painful than enjoyable. It was like she knew that they weren’t real, the griffon and zebra, and she suspected with a searing pain in her heart that there wouldn’t be studs of either species who’d be into her older figure either.

Don’t…don’t think about it too much. You still have a good stallion who loves you very much, remember? He'll be able to love you tenderly when he gets back from his deliveries…

Mrs. Cake took a few deep breaths to calm down the hurtful thoughts, before putting everything away and closing the sliding glass door of the closet. Making sure she looked presentable in the mirror of her bathroom, trying to ignore the onslaught of thoughts that came up as soon as she acknowledged her own appearance. Finally tearing her eyes off the mirror when it became too much, Mrs. Cake galloped out of her room, closing the door behind her as she rushed down the stairs. Work work work. Nothing will get her away from the demons in her head better than diving into her beloved baking. As she made it to the bottom of the stairs and trotted into the kitchen, she saw Pinkie using a green piping bag on a tray of chocolate cupcakes. Walking past Pinkie and glancing at the stuff to do on her list, she heard a few noises here and there that she didn’t bother to decipher, when she saw Pinkie bouncing up to her.

“Hey!” Pinkie shouted, staring at her boss with wide blue eyes. “No being sad, or I m-mean, no being sad without doing something about it! Is it something I can fix, Mrs. Cake?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Mrs. Cake sighed, staring at her list. “Besides, I’m sure work will help take my mind off my problems…”

“Uh, Mrs. Cake?” Pinkie frowned. “When’s the last time that you had a day off?”

“Day off?” Mrs. Cake chuckled briefly before shaking her head. “Dearie, I’m the owner. Or at least one of them, why would there be a day off for me?”

“You’re a pony, not a machine,” Pinkie’s ears flattened as she scowled at the big blue mare. “And when ponies begin to quietly sulk around the kitchen with bags underneath their eyes-”

“Hey,” Mrs. Cake grumbled, her eye twitching as she let the pink pony continue.

“-they need time to take care of themselves and relax,” Pinkie insisted. “Not just for a few hours, but the whole day. I won’t tell Mr. Cake anything about your bad day if you don’t want me to, but there’s this wonderful massage parlor where they help physically remove all the tension out of your body. And it certainly helps calm your mind too! You’re his wife, I’m sure Mr. Cake will understand if you choose to take off at least most of the day to take care of yourself, right?”

Mrs. Cake sure knew that Pinkie had no idea how much renewed excitement returned to her body as soon as the young pink mare mentioned the massage parlor, despite her initial concerns that Pinkie knew about her ponut plug. Forget relieving muscle tension, or even having a calm mind. The alluring gift of having another living being touch her so deeply, and yet still being able to be a faithful wife for her husband, sent electricity rushing through her veins. She needed to get touched by someone who knew what they were doing, and was determined to bring her the utmost satisfaction. With her mind finally focused on her surroundings, she placed a hoof on Pinkie’s shoulder and watched as the pink pony’s small frown morphed into a smile.

“Dearie, you’re so thoughtful,” Mrs. Cake told her. “You’re absolutely right, what a wonderful idea that would be. And you seem very determined to make it happen, so I trust that you’ll reassure my husband as needed.”

“You know me!” Pinkie giggled, her tail wiggling from side to side as she gave a mock-salute. “Alright, then! Me and Mr. Cake will hold down the fort while Mrs. Cake gets her much-needed massage! Starting…now!”

Mrs. Cake wasn’t sure what the overexcited pink pony would do if she didn’t immediately run out of her own bakery, but she didn’t want to find out. Turning around and bolting out of the kitchen door that she came from, Mrs. Cake ran out of the front door of Sugarcube Corner and looked around. Ponyville was a small enough town that Mrs. Cake didn’t necessarily need directions, even though they would have certainly helped. Walking around and just enjoying the stroll for a good few minutes, getting to be by herself away from her family and employees, Mrs. Cake beamed as she just happened to approach a massage parlor that Pinkie must’ve been referring to. It was a normal beige-colored building like the rest, with dark purple letters that said Magical Massages catching her eyes right before she pushed the door open and walked into the building. Hearing a little jingle go off as the door closed, she stared at the receptionist mare that was behind the counter from across the room. Trotting up to her, Mrs. Cake felt more blood rush to her face then she anticipated as she felt her throat get dry.

“Um, d-do you need to p-plan an appointment in advance?” Mrs. Cake stammered.

“No, ma’am,” the receptionist assured her. “Although it certainly helps. But we only have a couple scheduled appointments in the evening, the rest of the day has been slow. We’ve only got one masseur here right now, but he is very experienced for his age. I’ll go get him, okay?”

“Thank you, dearie,” Mrs. Cake mumbled, her head spinning as she took several deep breaths while the receptionist pony left the counter and disappeared behind the nearby door. Very experienced? For his age? The chubby MILF was cursing in her head all the more, her loins starting to become wet and fired up with need in a way that the toys simply didn’t quite do anymore. At least, not as much as they used to. Just as Mrs. Cake was focusing on making sure her tail wasn’t flagging up for an imaginary stallion, the receptionist mare walked out with a griffon that was barely bigger than her. With regular gray feathers and fur of the same shade of color, piercing orange eyes, and a dark gray beak, the masseur had a decent amount of resemblance to…a very detailed image the blue-furred mother created in her head many times before in regards to a very-used toy in her closet. Biting her lip and feeling her heart race at the pure shock of a male griffon, or a cock as Phoenix referred to them as, servicing her, she was surprised at how young he looked. Clearly appearing to be an adult, Mrs. Cake still wondered how old he actually was, and how considerably younger he had to be than her.

“Don’t worry, ma’am!” the griffon chuckled in his remarkably deep voice, raising one of his talons and showing it off to her. While his voice wasn’t quite as deep as Big Mac’s, the griffon could certainly order somepony around the bedroom if he really wanted to. He continued. “My talons have been trimmed up to code, and won’t be the least bit of a problem when I’m working my magic! My name is Dusty, and you’re Mrs. Cake, right?”

“Yes, how did you know that?” Mrs. Cake gulped, already feeling found out despite that nothing of the sort happened. Dusty chuckled as he pointed a talon towards the door.

“Well, with a building like yours, it’d be kind of hard not to notice your business,” Dusty explained. “Now, shall we get started?”

“Before you do that, I’m going to go on my break,” the receptionist mare fished out keys from underneath the counter and tossed it to the griffon. “Since there’ll only be you, could you lock up the parlor till I get back?”

“Sure can!” Dusty grinned as he walked the receptionist mare out the front door and locked it after she had left the building. The scenario unfolding in front of Mrs. Cake was becoming terrifying and exciting at the same time. It wasn’t the young griffon that she couldn’t trust, not at all. But with nopony to witness her express her physical enjoyment, Mrs. Cake could see it being all too easy getting carried away more than a client should. Still, there was no way she was going to back down. When was she going to get another intimate and private experience with someone that wasn’t her husband, while still being faithful? Mrs. Cake turned around with her tail facing Dusty as she began to walk towards the door.

Dusty, the young adult cock, turned away from the door after locking it with the keys resting on one of his talons. Humming a tune to himself as he swung the keys around, he abruptly stopped as his eyes landed on the big blue MILF’s fat cheeks. With the cupcakes on each side of her ass singing to his brain like a siren’s call, and the barest glimpse of the married mare’s blueberry crotchteats visible to him, Dusty felt drool starting to slowly come out of his beak before he gasped and shook his head. What was with him? None of the young adult mares that came to the parlor aroused him, so why her? He willed himself to only focus on getting the job done, focus on his work. Anything besides that could spell the end of the parlor, and likely him getting arrested. He already had various potential clients walk out as soon as they saw he was a griffon, and the memory brought a pain to his heart. No, he would give this lovely older mare the best massage she’d ever experience. Mrs. Cake slowly looked over her shoulder and smiled.

“Everything alright, dear?” Mrs. Cake asked, and the motherly tone that easily flowed out of her mouth like honey sent deep excitement throughout his body. Damn him and damn his growing sexual discovery, he had to keep it together! Nodding with a quiet thumbs up with one of his talons, he followed Mrs. Cake inside of the room as she instinctively climbed onto the clothed massage table and let all four of her legs relax off the table and towards the ground. Placing her head on the end of the massage table, Mrs. Cake gave a deep sigh as she closed her eyes and smiled.

“Great Celestia, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a massage!” Mrs. Cake giggled, her tail beginning to swing side to side as she readied herself for the treatment. Little did she know, her ponut and pussy was flashing at Dusty with each swing of her tail. The gray griffon nearly squawked out loud at the alluring sight, and quickly walked past her and fished out a timer from the drawer nearby. Placing it on the nearby counter and setting it to the default time, it began quietly ticking away as he began lathering his talons with a nearby bottle of massage oil before walking back around to Mrs. Cake. Staring at her body for longer than he would’ve liked to admit, he tried to figure out where to best begin. Glancing at her shoulders, Dusty nodded and moved forward, placing his talons on them as he began to firmly press his talons into them in a way that nearly made Mrs. Cake moan with pleasure.

“So,” Mrs. Cake murmured, feeling herself steadily going further into a state of warm bliss as she felt herself salivating at the firm yet divine touch of the griffon’s talons. They were surprisingly not the least bit sharp, so she continued. “How old are you exactly? I noticed you’re such a young griffon to move to Ponyville…then again, so was that Gallus fellow at the Friendship School. And he turned 18 a while ago…”

“I assure you ma’am,” Dusty responded. “I am old enough to drink adding on a year, if you’re a fan of math or riddles.”

“Clever, are we?” Mrs. Cake giggled. “So that means you’re twenty-two!”

“Got it right the first time,” Dusty smirked. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from a mare with such wisdom in her own age. But yes, I moved down here a year ago. Griffonstone’s education is such…pardon my language, horse shit that I’ve explored Equestria over several months before settling down here. I took various classes to sample everything I had a feather of interest in learning, before finally having my special moment with massaging. If I was a pony myself, I’m sure I would’ve developed a cutie mark for it even.”

“Wisdom in her own age?” Mrs. Cake blushed. “Why, I thought someone as young as yourself would find my age to be ugly.”

“Nonsense!” Dusty willed himself not to blush back, trying to focus on the statement itself without leaning in to how much he felt the opposite. “More age means that you’ve got more experience, Mrs. Cake. I’m sure it helps with owning a business, h-having a family, and being such a pillar of the community. Why, you were the first pony I heard about after those Elements of Harmony were explained to me. Oh! And then I read up on Princess Twilight’s journals-”

Mrs. Cake felt his talons move from her shoulders down to her back, and felt his talons kneading all the knots down there. The sensation felt more beautiful than a song, and Mrs. Cake had a much harder time listening to the griffon masseur’s dorky stories, even though she tried her best to make out a few words here and there. Apparently math and history were subjects he studied up on the most, but he found the most fulfillment in bringing physical relief to ponies with his talented talons. At some point, they ceased talking and the griffon gestured for her to flip onto her back. Dusty, nearly blushing through his gray feathers, proceeded to massage both of Mrs. Cake’s forelegs and then her chest. The motherly mare closed her eyes and gently hummed to the touch, relieving the worked up griffon of having to stare into the voluptuous mare’s eyes as he touched her chest. Working down to her pudgy belly, face to face with her blueberry-like crotchteats and pussy lips, he was completely oblivious to the struggle Mrs. Cake was having…

Having briefly opened her eyes to see the griffon facing her sensitive bits, Mrs. Cake immediately closed her eyes again and willed her body to not react. Everypony gets massages, she reminded herself. So why does this feel like something more than that?

Dusty had then placed his talons over her hips and slowly massaged his way down, not even trying to hide the fact that he was ogling her. He started bringing his talons closer to her teats without actually touching them, only to get so close that one of his talons briefly grazed one of the crotchteats. He was about to pull back, profusely apologize, and maybe even quit his job preemptively if his panicked state got the better of him. But then hearing a deep moan come out of the mother’s mouth caused him to change his mind. The sound she made was one of the most delightful sounds he had ever heard, making the griffonesses and mares he had hooked up with look pathetic in comparison. Smirking as he noticed Mrs. Cake’s eyes still closed, he brought each talon to the big blue mare’s plump mounds. Savoring the furry softness of them that a griffoness simply couldn’t compare to, Dusty then brought his talons to the deep blue nipples themselves that looked nearly identical to blueberries. Having a no longer shameful thought, wondering if they tasted just as sweet, Dusty began to flick them for a reaction. Seeing Mrs. Cake’s face subtly contorting, the griffon couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in her head.

Mrs. Cake managed to will herself to keep her eyes shut despite the blatantly lewd stimulation. Regardless of whether Dusty was supposed to adhere to Equestrian massages or if he was doing some weird Griffonian type of massage, the chubby blue mare highly doubted it was going to bring the intended effect that the rest of the massage did. But it wasn’t anything making her uncomfortable or harming her, quite the opposite. So she was sure that whatever he was planning on doing was perfectly fine, and more than fulfilling for her secret need to have the intimate touch without cheating.

“Back on your stomach please,” Dusty gulped as the words came out as more of an order than intended, but then felt the nervousness starting to ease up a little as Mrs. Cake smiled deeply, briefly opening her eyes as she did exactly that. Humming in her motherly tone with her tail swinging from side to side, Dusty felt the fire burning inside of him as he stared once more at the ridiculously fat ass cheeks of the chubby blue baker. Staring at the trio of pink cupcakes on each bubbly butt cheek, Dusty couldn’t help but bring his talons to both ass cheeks and grope them hard. Noticing as Mrs. Cake stopped humming, Dusty felt himself drooling onto the floor as he groped her cutie marks. Having experienced all sorts of griffons and ponies over the course of his young life, Dusty wasn’t dumb. Realizing that the mare was moving her tail back and forth and showing her holes at him, he could no longer believe such a wise mare would do something so lewd on accident. Whether she was aware of it or not, he could see as clear as day that the mare was turned on by his presence. Each time her tail moved away and he could see her glistening pussy, Dusty wanted to cave into his instincts and pounce. Make her holes belong to him, even if it was just in the heat of the moment. Raising one of his talons, he brought it back to her ass cheek in a sharp smack that rang throughout the room. Mrs. Cake threw her head back and yelped with pleasure, causing the griffon’s predatory instincts to kick into high gear. She was but a mere MILF for his pleasure, and her lack of resistance only solidified that in his head. While Mrs. Cake still told herself that the butt smack was likely to spice up the massage, Dusty then brought the talon that smacked her ass to her pussy.

Knowing that the line between a normal massage and caving to his griffon nature had long ago been crossed, Dusty proceeded to slip two of his digits inside of her inviting cunt. The slight lack of tightness and the wet warmth that welcomed him caused his dark gray cock to harden and prepare for what was to cum. Mrs. Cake’s brain began to become overwhelmed with the sensation of pleasure that overshadowed her toys, and definitely her husband. The feeling of thick digits dancing in all the right places in her pussy, and even one that she felt slip into her ponut, was a feeling that she never wanted to end. If this was what Griffonian massages were truly like, then she could see herself becoming a regular customer…

Dusty panted, the arousal inside skyrocketing just as much as Mrs. Cake’s leaking pussy was, as he had two digits going back and forth in her pussy while having another digit from his other talon wiggling in her ponut. The juggling act, while a little tricky, only served to make the cock’s cock completely rock hard as his brain demanded that he claim each and every one of the MILF’s hot holes. Feeling mare juices slip out of her pussy from his digits and onto the floor, as well as the squishy sensation of part of his talon going back and forth inside, the griffon had never felt more turned on in his life. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, he saw Mrs. Cake’s chubby legs began to quiver as her tiny whimpers turned into a loud, needy howl as she proceeded to shoot marecum all over his talon as well as his foreleg. With even some of the sweet and delicious orgasmic fluids landing on his face, the griffon’s thoughts started to black out to the domineering voice in his head telling him to claim her. Nopony but Mrs. Cake could stop him at that point, as he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back again in a feat of super-griffon strength. The panting and blushing blue MILF no longer had her eyes closed, but half-lidded as her tongue had rolled out of her mouth and her legs had splayed out for him, a blatant invitation. Dusty slapped his nearly foot-long length onto her clit as he rubbed back and forth against her hot and wet pussy. The foggy hotness of the room, as well as the desperate lust shared between them for different reasons, had begun to drive them both over the edge. Dusty had fully climbed onto the table, bringing his beak to the mare as he started going to town on her neck while dry humping her. Bringing his long tongue from right underneath her face down towards her shoulders as he slathered his saliva all over her sensitive neck, he had reverted to his animalistic desires as his arousal escalated from the feeling of his dick finally getting wet for the first time in a while. Giving into dominating the chubby MILF that had brought his sexual reawakening, the room’s silence was broken by Mrs. Cake’s incoherent and unrelenting feminine moans and whimpers, Dusty’s deep grunts, and the creaking of the massage table holding both of their weight.

Mrs. Cake was far past the point of thinking, lust-drunk in a way that she never had felt before. Not with the griffon dildo, not with any lovers before her marriage, and not even with the love of her life on their honeymoon. The stress of her responsibilities wasn’t even a distant memory, not when the chubby MILF was so lost in carnal pleasure to focus on anything else.

“Huh, huh, ahn, ahh, AHN!” Mrs. Cake’s legs instinctively clamped around the griffon as she brayed, closing her eyes and convulsing as she came a second time. Her feminine orgasmic juices sprayed all over Dusty’s cock, his stomach fur, and onto the floor during her explosive orgasm as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. There was no more room for confusion in Dusty’s mind as he waited for the cum-drunk mare’s legs to let go of him as he stood on the table and grabbed his cock still slickened with the deliciously tempting hot MILF’s cum all over it. As he jerked himself off with ease, he couldn’t give a fuck about the mare’s husband. In fact, Dusty thought with a twinge of deep satisfaction, he hoped the pathetic little prick could sense his seed on her when she returned to him. Grunting in the peak of his sadistic little fantasy, he came ropes of his hot white cum all over the mare’s blueberry teats and her chubby stomach. Seeing it land and seep into the mare’s blue fur as his claim on her, Dusty snarled as he pressed the tip of his still hard cock against her entrance. Despite the two breathing heavily and having both orgasmed, he was intent on plunging inside that hot MILF cunt, forever ruining her for that worthless stallion that drove her to his talons…

…until the timer went off, buzzing loudly and breaking both of them from their heated moment together.

Dusty’s eyes widened as he jumped off the table, getting a cloth from one of the drawers and walking up to the sink in the room as he wetted it with soap and water. Thoroughly cleaning himself of any juices, he then got another cloth and gave it to Mrs. Cake as he took his own dirty cloth out of the room. After several minutes of them quietly cleaning up, with Dusty even getting out a mop to clean the mare juices off the floor, he left the room and walked up behind the counter where Mrs. Cake was still waiting. The blue mare could see him wide-eyed and fidgeting as he managed to speak.

“So you’re a first-time client, so we’ll be giving you a 60% discount today. Yup, that’s definitely why we’re giving you the discount,” Dusty spoke in a rush, a far cry from when he had boasted about his adventures earlier. “So, um, it’ll be just 40 bits today.”

“Wow, what a steal,” Mrs. Cake whispered to herself as she gave the griffon the money, plus a considerable tip as she grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you for the wonderful first experience, Dusty~”

Dusty’s eyes lit up like a foal on Hearth’s Warming as he walked out from behind the counter and up to Mrs. Cake, smacking her right on the ass again.

“No, thank you~” Dusty purred as he smirked at the MILF. “Be sure to come again and we can talk about extending your session time, okay?”

“Of course, you have a good day now!” Mrs. Cake said, watching as the griffon flew ahead of her and unlocked the door, letting her leave. Coincidentally, she passed by the receptionist mare coming back from her break, glancing at her. “You have the most amazing masseur by the way, he’s a keeper!”

Mrs. Cake then hummed as loudly as possible as she skipped back to Sugarcube Corner, her glowing energy visible to anypony who glanced her way.

What a great, normal, and completely unsuspicious massage!