Gallus heard them laughing down the hall. The water pouring out of the bathroom sink in front of him couldn’t drown them out, nor could the usual Canterlot traffic below the bathroom window. There was affection and joy in their shared guffaws, and this made Gallus sick to his stomach. Not for the emotions themselves, but in the way he was about to bring ruination to the dynamic the two chortlers had spent years building up.
The griffon sighed and splashed water upon his face. Every other day, the sound of merriment from Spike, one of his closest friends in Twilight Sparkle’s court, would’ve warmed his breast. The two of them had shared more than a few adventures in service to the Princess, given Spike was her most trusted confidant and Gallus one of her most capable Royal Guards. The bulky dragon and tough griffon had foiled royal court conspiracies, attempted coups, and fought more baddies than they could count on all their claws combined. A bond forged in the fire of service could not be easily broken, yet Gallus knew that once he left that bathroom, their friendship would never quite be the same.
If it even survived today.
Gallus looked up at the bathroom mirror, unsurprised by the dread filling his face.
I should’ve just said no, he pondered, the water dripping slowly from his amber-cerulean facial feathers and beak into the dank sink. Why did I agree to this?
The answer, of course, could not be boiled down into a single explanation. Truthfully, there’d been a plethora of reasons:
Spike’s earnest tone in his request the previous afternoon, denoting no reluctance or bitterness in asking Gallus to do the task.
His casual explanation that griffon hens had better chances of impregnation when naturally inseminated than through artificial means.
The twinkle in Spike’s eyes as he explained he wanted to be a father and to give the love his own father had never given him.
The fact that Gabby and Spike had been together so long that Gallus couldn’t bear to see himself as the cause for ruining their relationship.
Gallus’s own desire to lay with a hen for the first time.
Gallus grimaced. Of all the times to admit that, he thought. It’d been one of those off-the-cuff admissions, coaxed forward by too much lager at the Cimarron Tavern after a hard day’s work. Spike, being Gallus’s sole companion in that excursion, was the only one who’d heard the confession of virginity, but he and Gabby’s decision to have a chick of their own coming just a week later seemed like a cruel twist of fate. It was probably the main reason Spike even suggested Gallus for the task in the first place: he could give his girlfriend the baby they wanted, and he could satisfy the desire of one of his closest friends at the same time. And Gabby, the sweetest, most good-natured griffon Griffonstone ever produced, would not protest.
Gabby.
Gallus had never been attracted to Gabby, at least not in a way that mattered. Sure, he’d found her cute in his younger years and occasionally fantasized about a romp in a nest that made her squawk with unending ecstasy. These were mere passing fantasies, however; he’d imbibed in the same imaginary tryst with Gilda, Gertrude, and every other hen in Griffonstone. They were merely faces to be placed on his fantasies.
Perhaps that’s why Gallus had never actually bedded a hen before. There’d been ones who probably would’ve obliged him; a high position in the Equestrian military would’ve impressed more than a few hens. But none of them would ever match those fantasies that had been Gallus’s sole sexual experiences. Besides, what was the point of bedding them if they would soon be gone from his life? Perhaps they’d share a little something in common, but eventually either she or he would find some irreconcilable flaw in the other and fly away to another nest. Probably more flaws with him than her. After all, he worked nearly every day of every week.
Indeed, perhaps the couple’s laughter disturbed Gallus so much because his condominium, for the most part, sat quiet. So often away at work in the castle looming far above the domicile, Gallus found little time to invite friends over for any social event. The few times there had been such an occasion, no hen, mare, or female of any species had come except with their own special somebodies. His home was a monument to solitude and likely to be that way for as long as Gallus lived there.
Gripping the bathroom counter, Gallus sighed and turned off the water. He dabbed his face with a towel. Dropping the cloth on the floor, he made his way out the door.
The darkness of the hallway seemed unnatural for the bright summer that existed outside. Ponies lounged at the beaches, fillies and colts played afternoon baseball, and the warmth of the sun covered their entire bodies. They were images of beauty and love.
What was this place? Gallus thought, walking down the murky hallway. Dark and dreary. Hardly a place where a child should be conceived.
But Spike had insisted. Gallus was going to be their inseminator, so it was only fair that they come to him.
Gallus stopped in front of the guest room, another set of giggles emanating from the closed door. He’d requested that they do the act here, his excuse being that the room had a bigger queen bed than the double bed Gallus occupied every night in his own room. The truth was he didn’t want to taint his bedroom. With what? He couldn’t say. He just knew, deep in his bones, that this act that Spike and his lover perceived as an act of friendship was an act of betrayal. Gallus would take Gabby and give her something Spike couldn’t. And the fact that they couldn’t see that and that he didn’t have the nerve to tell them made him feel like a greater louse than had ever existed in the land of Equestria.
He lifted his claws, hesitating for just a moment, and tapped.
“We’re ready, Gallus!” Gabby’s light voice chirped.
Gallus pulled the door open and stepped inside. The room had light furnishings around the bed, ranging from a wooden nightstand to a small chair in the corner opposite the door. A green and white quilt covered the bed. The light was a sole bulb hanging from an overhead fan sluggishly spinning to fight off the summer heat. It was a cozy place, but one clearly meant only for temporary occupation.
In the chair across from him, Gallus saw his friend lounging with a faint smile on his face. Spike, while a small dragon compared to many others of his ilk, seemed massive compared to the griffons. His whole self filled the chair, which strained under his weight and seemed ready to shatter into a thousand splinters at a moment’s notice. A broad chest and solid pectorals filled his midsection. His claws shined even in the dim light of the room. Every part of him seemed to be made of solid muscle, coiled and powerful. Ready to spring upon his enemies and thrash them into mincemeat.
In contrast, Spike’s lover seemed closer to her bird ancestry than her lion side. Gabby lounged upon the bed, head propped up with one of her claws and staring dreamily at Spike. Her body was slender and long, her back legs sprawled out atop the pillows like she’d fallen there from a long height. Her face was smooth, a warm look of affection amplifying her prettiness into genuine attractiveness.
Gallus swallowed. For the first time, he could truly see why Spike thought her beautiful. And he hated himself for it.
Before the guilt made him break down right there and then, he managed to choke out: “Uh, so…how do we do this?”
Gabby turned to him and let out another giggle. “Well, Spike told me about your, um…” She tapped her chin. “…Lack of onstage performance.” She seemed inordinately pleased with the phrase, and Spike chortled at the words. Gallus gave a weak laugh.
“So we’ll take it nice and easy.” Gabby flipped herself up, then landed on her back. “Just climb on top and I’ll show you what to do.”
“O-Okay,” he said, taking a long step towards the bed. As he approached, his heart beat faster.
Just two steps away, Gabby opened her back legs. Gallus’s eyes widened as he gazed down. Glistening in the dim light was a thin slit. A damp moisture covered the pussy, perhaps by a masturbation session right before Gallus had walked in. Wafting through the air was a thin, cinnamon-esque scent Gallus immediately recognized as the griffon sex pheromone. An invitation to intercourse that every griffon knew without even having to be told what it was.
Involuntarily, Gallus’s body jerked. His cock and balls, so expertly hidden between folds of skin around his crotch, began to peek out and descend into view. A thick burst of saliva filled his mouth, and he had to swallow again to make sure drool didn’t drip onto the floor.
Gabby let out another giggle. “Yeesh, Spikey! You didn’t tell me Gallus was packing!”
A deep redness filled Gallus’s face. She’s just saying that to get me in the mood, right? he thought. She’s not…she’s not really into this?
“A-Alright,” Gallus said, putting his front claws atop Gabby’s thighs. His cock trembled under his belly. “I’ll star-“
“Wait!” Spike’s bellow shook both the griffons out of their stupor. Gallus practically fell to the floor, his claws gripping the quilt. He turned to Spike, who now held a large parchment.
“Gallus, have you whacked off recently?” The words came out of the dragon without any accusation, simply the same tone as any innocent query.
“No,” Gallus practically choked out. “I was doing that, you know…No Clop Challenge.”
Spike nodded. “I gotcha. Been doing anything for you?”
“Not really. I’m supposed to feel more energized, but I just feel like I need to cum 24/7.”
Spike gave an apologetic nod. “Yeah, I got the same feeling when I tried it too. The truth is that neither abstinence nor masturbation is what every creature needs to do to be their best. You just need to have a constant and consistent amount of sexual intercourse.” He gave a sly grin. “That’s why I figured this would help you out.”
“Yeah!” Gabby chirped. “And if we can get you laid and get a wonderful chick out of the deal as well, then we’d be the worst friends ever if we didn’t lend a claw!”
“Right…” Gallus said, eyes wandering to the floor.
“Anyway, I asked about the whacking because I talked with Twilight about our little plan here and-“
“You told Twilight what we were doing?!” Gallus screamed. His yelp seemed equal parts fear as anger.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t bring your name up. I simply told her that Gabby would be getting impregnated the traditional way and she gave me a few pointers.” He waved the parchment. “One of the first things she wrote down was that if the inseminator hadn’t whacked off in a while, it was best that he let out a load before he, you know, came inside.”
“Oh,” Gallus said. He started toward the door. “Here, give me a few minutes in the bathroom and I’ll-“
A sharp tug on his tail brought him stumbling back to the foot of the bed. He looked up to see Gabby giving him a cocky stare.
“Now why would you do that?” she chirped. “You can let one off right here!”
Gallus turned red once again. “I-I’ve never jacked off in front of others!”
“Oh no!” Gabby said, not a hint of sarcasm or derision in her voice. “Well, here.” She grabbed Gallus under his front legs and hoisted him onto the bed. “How about I just help you out with that and we’ll get right to the fun stuff, kay?”
“What do you- OHH!” Gallus felt Gabby’s talons close around his cock, already starting to recede back into the concealing folds of skin. The tug Gabby gave it quickly fattened his member back up, soon pointing full-length away from his body.
He felt Gabby pull him closer to her body until his back rested against her chest. Gallus could feel a wet spot building against his bottom, undoubtedly Gabby’s pussy getting moister with each jerk she gave his cock. Her face rested atop his left shoulder. He could feel her hard breaths against his ear.
“You like that?” she cooed, giving a sharper tug.
“Y-Yes!” he gasped.
“You want me to keep doing it?”
“Yes! Yes-!”
Gallus’s eyes widened. His whole body began to quake. A fire built up in his stomach that seemed to shoot all the way down to the tip of his rod.
“I’m cumming!” he screamed, the pressure building up, up, up his cock until it felt like fireworks would shoot out the other end.
Yet Gabby didn’t stop her motions. Instead, she increased them, jerking him off harder and faster. She squeezed his cock like she was milking a cow she wanted every last drop of.
“Oh!” he gasped, his vision fuzzing and his body growing weak. His cock tightened, his balls clenched, and the fire within shot straight out of him.
Plunk! Plunk! Plunk!
Three straight ropes of yellowed cum shot out of him. So enraptured with his euphoric tickling that he’d failed to notice Spike standing at the ready with a bucket. Gabby, far from releasing her grip, instead held Gallus’s cock firm and aimed it straight toward the open container. Each strand landed safely inside, Spike inching closer to his cock as each spurt grew smaller and smaller. Soon, only small drops fell from the tip of Gallus’s ever-shrinking rod.
“Hmm,” Spike murmured, peering down into the bucket. “Pretty yellow. Twi said that’s a sign of infrequent sexual activity, as well as a bad batch to use for baby-making.”
“Well, at least we got it out of him,” Gabby said with a smile, stroking the last few drops of cum out of the shrinking cock.
Gallus felt no euphoria from these last few strokes, his head still swimming and body still recovering from delivering such a massive payload. Even Gabby’s moistened slit no longer seemed to stimulate him.
“You awake, Gallant Gallus?” Gabby chirped.
“Uh-huh…” he mumbled.
“Ooh, that one took a lot out of ya, huh?” She wiggled to the side and eased him down on the bed. “Those No Clop Challenges can make a nut feel like the greatest thing since buttered toast, but they really use you up!”
“I’ll say,” Spike said, moving the bucket away from the edge of the bed. “He lets a load out that hard again and we may have to put him on an IV.”
“Aw, I’m sure Gallus is up for another round! Aren’t you?”
For a moment, Gallus considered the easy way out. He could say the orgasm had taken too much out of him, that he wasn’t ready for the degree of pleasure this kind of sex would give him. That would at least be partially true and give him time to think of a way out of this whole predicament. He could get reassigned to another part of Equestria, or claim he went to the doctor and learned he was sterile, or just avoid Spike every day for the rest of their lives and-
Instead, against his better judgment he nodded. “Sure,” he more whispered than said. “I’m game.”
“Cool!” Gabby said. “So what do we do next, Spikey?”
Spike stared down at the parchment. “Well, after we get the old semen out of him, we’re supposed to…uh, moisten him.”
“Like with a shower?”
“No, moisten him. You know, down there.”
Understanding filled her face. “Oh, so we just start connecting the pieces!”
“Not quite. It’s more like he’s got to stick it somewhere else that’s moist. Like-“
A sharp squeal escaped Gabby’s lips. “I know what you mean, babe!” She looked down at the face-up Gallus and smirked. “Stay still, Gallus!” she sang. “I’ll take care of things from here.”
“What do you-?”
The sentence died on his lips just as Gabby’s own lips pressed against his loins. They touched initially as quick kisses upon his member, working from the base all the way to the tip. By the time she reached the end, the cock was fully inflated with blood flow and throbbing.
“Oh, fuck,” Gallus said, grimacing. He grasped the bedsheets like they were a life preserver, his talons nearly tearing through the quilt he lay upon.
If Gabby noticed his words or actions, she gave no sign of it. Instead, she gave the cock’s tip a light kiss. Gallus felt like lightning had struck him and his whole body shivered. Gabby reached out and pinned Gallus down with her front left leg, while the right kept his cock steady. Pointing straight up at the ceiling, Gallus needed no further assistance in staying hard.
Smiling, Gabby dipped her head down and shoved the cock into her mouth. The spasm she expected Gallus to do happened, but her hold kept him from jerking away. She bobbed her head up and down, her sharp beak just brushing against the foreskin and the back of her throat soaking the cock tip. The pre-cum already starting to leak out smeared around her mouth like she’d shoved a large spoonful of peanut butter in there.
A delighted moan escaped the hen’s lips. The vibrations from the moan resonated through Gallus’s cock, which only made his dick harder and wetter. Bigger and bigger it became until the cock stood two feet tall and gleamed such a deep red that it seemed ready to rip out of the foreskin. Gallus gave his own moan of pleasure.
Gabby gave the cock a slight twist, her free front leg jerking the very bottom to the dick she couldn’t quite fit in to her maw. The cock’s girth soon thickened as well, and there was little space for air to escape. Yet Gabby showed no sign of discomfort or panic at the gradual cutting off of her air. Indeed, she worked the cock with more feverish abandon and grunted all the more passionately. One reason was the pre-cum, now leaking furiously like an open faucet, had the distinct taste of almonds. Being the half-bird she was, Gabby found the taste immediately to her liking and set to getting as much out of Gallus as she could.
This turned out to be shorter than she suspected, for Gallus soon began to feel that same urge building around his crotch. His body shook once more, from the base of his neck to his gyrating buttocks. Just below the fellating hen’s chin, his balls began to tense and ready the dispersion.
“C-Cumming!” was the only word Gallus managed to choke out before the pleasure spasms knocked his head back against the waiting pillows.
This was enough, however, for Gabby. At the last possible moment, she opened her mouth just wide enough to get a gasp of air, closed it, and shoved her way down the cock as far as she could.
Gallus could only stammer in pleasure as Gabby shoved his cock all the way into her throat, her grasp on his dick still tight. It also proved to be the last straw for Gallus, who did nothing to resist the final jerk his cock did upward. A hot load shot straight down Gabby’s throat. There was no gagging or resistance on Gabby’s part; she simply let each sticky round go right down her esophagus while she kept suckling the cock that still filled her mouth. Her throat bulged with each pulsation Gallus’s cock. The moistness of her mouth and throat likewise placed pressure on every side of the rod, which made every spurt feel like a euphoric dream on Gallus’s end.
It seemed like a fortnight passed before Gallus’s cock started to wane in its deposit. His penis started to ebb and shrink. Gabby did not yank it out of her throat, but instead gradually pushed against Gallus to slowly take the member out. Just as the tip reached her tongue, she gave one last suck to clean off whatever seed remained on the tip.
“Yeesh!” Gabby said, wiping her lips with her front arm. “Gallus must’ve been holding it in for months!”
Gallus gave no confirmation, for his eyes seemed glazed and far away. The whole experience seemed to leave him in a semi-coma.
“You still with us, Gallus?” Spike called. He’d remained at the foot of the bed, watching the entire scene. His face showed no anger or displeasure at his sprawled friend.
“Yeah…” Gallus groaned. The blood flooding his cock started to return to his brain.
“Okay, so Twilight said we should just do the impregnation straight out, now that Gallus has gotten enough of a taste of what non-solitary stimulation feels like.”
“Not sure I’ll survive mutual stimulation,” Gallus called out.
“Yeah, I’m worried about that too, Spikey,” Gabby said, easing her way up from the bed. “Maybe we should do this another day, after Gallus gets more used to it. Otherwise both of his heads may explode!”
Another way out, Gallus thought. He could act dizzier than he actually was, let them leave, come up with the excuse, and-
“No, we should do it now,” Spike said. “Twilight’s notes say that jerking off and sucking off a virgin griffon without any mutual penetration could cause sexual dysfunction in the long run. Doing all that and not letting him cum inside an actual vagina would essentially cause a lifetime of blue balls. He may never get erect again if we don’t help him!”
Help me? Gallus almost wanted to laugh at the words. Is that what this is all about? Not you guys wanting a chick, but making poor little Gallus a real griff?
These harsh words took no verbal form though, for Gallus simply sat up and sighed. “Well, if those are the stakes, I guess we better see it through, huh?”
An excited squeal came from Gabby. “Oh thank you, Gallus!” she said, wrapping him in a hug. “You’re the best inseminator ever!”
“Uh, thanks. So, uh…how do we do the actual, you know, impregnation?”
Spike glanced down at his parchment. “Well, Twilight says the best way to do it is through the missionary position. Something about griffon hens being biologically evolved to receive seed in that manner.”
“Alrighty then!” Gabby said, throwing herself back on the bed. Her head hit the pillows and she wiggled onto her back. “Just climb on top, Gallus, and we’ll show you how to do it!”
“Okay…” Gallus said, stepping over Gabby and staring down. Her face held no repulsion, no disgust at the griff about to lower himself into her. Gabby’s body wiggled in anticipation of the entry, and her slit glistened with leaked juices beckoning a cock, any cock, to enter.
Gallus glanced back at Spike, who looked on with…what? Gallus couldn’t tell. His expression seemed bland, like a scientist examining an experiment he had no real emotional stake in. His girlfriend of five years was about to get stuffed by one of his closest friends, and he seemed only mildly interested.
The scene made Gallus absolutely sick. He thought about vomiting on Gabby, right there and then. They’d leave then, he was sure of it. Gabby would be disgusted with him forever and Spike would find ways to avoid him for the rest of their lives, and they’d never have to live with the fact that their child wasn’t really their child. They’d wake up from their fantasy and adopt a child, or find a magic spell to make them biologically compatible, or just give up on kids altogether.
Anything but this whole farce that would just tear them all apart someday.
However, courage that had so often been with Gallus on battlefields left him completely. With a manufactured smirk on his face, he lowered his body down until his chest rested against Gabby’s chest.
“Alright, now get hard and stick it in,” Gabby said, her tone not unlike that of a teacher to a student.
Gallus nodded. It didn’t take long for his cock to harden. The softness of Gabby’s feathers and the sheer aroma of her cinnamon-esque pheromone made his body hasten to restart the reproductive process.
“Okay,” he said, looking down the length of Gabby’s curvaceous body. “I’ll thrust right here-“
“Ah!” Gabby squeaked.
Gallus stifled a laugh. “I think it’s in.”
Gabby nodded enthusiastically. “Yes,” she sighed huskily.
She wants it, Gallus thought. She’s been giving it to me so much she desperately wants someone to give it to her.
“So do I just go back and forth?” Gallus said.
“Yes,” Spike called from behind. “Use the bed as leverage so you can get your rhythms matching.”
Gallus nodded and provided his first thrust. Gabby gasped and received the cock with enthusiasm. Now her claws gripped the bedspread and threatened to rip the quilt into pieces.
Her legs also wrapped around Gallus, pinning him inside of her. He could not pull his cock out or wiggle away; he could only shove himself deeper and deeper.
“Keep going,” Gabby groaned.
Gritting his beak, Gallus thrust again. His cock went deeper into Gabby’s pussy. The entry was fast, for, as Gallus suspected, Gabby had gotten moister and moister the longer their session went on. The insides of her vagina were wet and smooth, easily letting his cock slide farther inside with each thrust.
Yet paradoxically, Gabby’s snatch still had a tightness to it that gave Gallus’s cock no relief. Like her mouth, every inch of her pussy put strong, wet pressure upon the rod. Gallus had to restrain his own cries of pleasure as the pussy sucked his cock in. In no time he was firmly inside and shoving himself harder. Gabby’s own body worked with him and soon her head was banging against the headboard of the bed. She wasn’t saying words so much as gargling them in her ecstasy.
Gallus went faster. His balls, descending further and further away from his hot body, began to slam against her thighs with each thrust. Plap, plap, plap filled the bedroom like an amateur percussionist was practicing there.
“Don’t stop!” Gabby screamed. “Make me a mommy!”
The words’ intended effect took place far sooner than Gabby expected or desired. Gallus grimaced, desperately trying to stop the coming eruption. But the hen’s delighted squeals and the biological imperative of reproduction could not be held back.
Hot, sticky cum shot straight out of Gallus’s throbbing cock into Gabby’s snatch. The tip flicked with each rope of jizz shot into her, the body’s attempt at getting the seed deeper into the womb. Gabby’s innards obliged, slurping the seed up to fulfill its own biological imperative for insemination. The whole affair made Gallus crumble atop Gabby, gasping for breath.
Yet Gabby gave no similar sign of elation. She stared down at her creamed pussy, surprised and disappointed the ride was over so quickly.
“I think he came too quickly,” she said, slightly out of breath.
Spike gave a reluctant nod. “Yeah. Sorry, Gallus, but we’re going to need you to do it again. Twilight says the best chance of impregnation comes from mutual climax.”
Gallus still laid upon Gabby’s chest, puffing. Her legs had fallen away and his cock had slipped out of her snatch, but he remained glued to the spot.
“Did you hear me, Gallus?” Spike said.
“Yes, I fucking heard you!” Gallus shot up out of the bed and glared at Spike. “I’ve been hearing you for seven fucking years!”
Spike took a step back. “Gallus, are you alright?”
“No, Spikey!” The last word was tinged with sarcasm. “I’m not alright! And the fact you and your girlfriend are alright with this makes me want to puke!”
Confusion filled Spike’s face, as well as Gabby’s.
“Gallus, what do you mean?” he asked.
Gallus brought his claws to his head. “Where do I start? How about the fact that I’m fucking your girlfriend while you watch? And approve? I’m cucking you, Spike, plain and simple, and you don’t even care! You’re not into it or grossed out or mad, you’re just standing there watching her get piped like she’s any other broad you’d see on a spicy magazine!”
He turned and pointed a talon at Gabby. “And you! You’re fucking your boyfriend’s best friend and acting like it’s the most normal thing in the world! How? Why? Is this the kind of relationship you want to raise a child in? One where your guy is just going to let you get stuffed because you need a baby daddy? Huh?”
Gabby gripped the bedsheets, this time out of nervousness than pleasure.
“And the worst thing is…you guys dragged me into this! You wanted me to be the father and do all this kinky bullshit without one thought about how I’d feel about it! You just came up to me and begged me to do it like it was just a small favor. Well, it’s not! You guys are going to have a baby, my baby, and it’s going to change all our lives forever! We won’t be the same again! You’ll have a cute kid to raise, and I’m going to have to watch them grow up knowing that they’re my child, but I’ll never be their father!”
Gallus grabbed his head and sat down at the foot of the bed. “But I’m not scared or mad about that. I’m worried about us. About how you and I will never be friends again, Spike, because this kid you guys have will always be a reminder about the time I gave Gabby something you couldn’t. That Gabby will never be able to look at the baby without remembering that it’s really mine and that this whole big happy family you guys made is a fraud. That I’ll never know what it’s like to have a lover or a family of my own because I’ll be too busy thinking about the kid that I did have and can never know in order to keep your family together. That I can’t be the father to my own kid, just like... like how Spike and I’s fathers were never there for us.”
He brought his claws down and stared up at his friend. “We’ll never be the same again, Spike. And I can’t do this if you two don’t understand that.”
For a few moments, only the slight whirring of the ceiling fan filled the room. Nobody moved as if out of fear that the slightest stir would cause an eruption more intense than any volcano on record.
It was Spike who moved first, resting his claw upon Gallus’s shoulder.
“I understand, Gallus,” Spike said, just above a whisper. “I really do.” He gave a small sigh. “This wasn’t something we came to a decision about overnight. There were many days where we talked and talked all night, debating about all the alternatives. Adoption, a magic spell that turned Gabby into a dragon or me into a griffon. Something that would leave us feeling clean and knowing that we didn’t need anypony else to make our big happy family.”
Spike sat down next to Gallus on the bed. “But I knew you were my friend. I knew that I could ask anything of you and you would do it. Because you were strong and kind and wouldn’t want to see us unhappy.” He gave a mirthless chuckle. “Maybe in that way, you’re right. We did use you because we couldn’t conceive of a reason why you would refuse.”
“But we see now why it’s so difficult,” Gabby said, sliding to the other side of Gallus. “You are the odd griff out in this arrangement. You provide the seed for our happiness, but you get none of the benefits. That is unfair, and we should’ve known better.”
Gallus nodded. “I don’t want you guys to be unhappy because of me. Really. But I can’t do this if I don’t know we’ll survive this. That we’ll still be friends and I’ll have a place in the child’s life. Maybe not as their dad, but as someone who is more than just a family friend.”
Gabby rested a claw atop his. “Of course you will. You’ll have a place in their life and ours. You’ll see them every week…every day. And they’ll know you are their biological father. Just like they’ll know Spike is their stepfather, and that both are wonderful things to be.”
“There will be no family pictures without you in them, Gallus,” Spike said. “And we will make sure you’re loved, whether you find your own hen or not.”
Gallus nodded. Though his usual coy grin filled his face, neither Gabby nor Spike missed the wetness filling his eyes. Both wrapped him in a deep hug and held him in silence for what seemed like an eternity.
Eventually, Gallus let out a little cough and straightened himself.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m ready now.”
Both Gabby and Spike’s faces filled with elation.
“Really?” Gabby squeaked.
“Really. I’m ready to be part of your family.”
“As are we,” Spike said, and Gabby gave an affirming nod.
“So…I still have to make Gabby orgasm, right?”
“Right,” Spike said, standing up and making his way back to the chair. The parchment of instructions sat there.
“Maybe we shouldn’t keep to Twilight’s tips, Spikey,” Gabby said. “I think we just need to think more about what will make Gallus more comfortable.”
Spike stopped mid-step, his claw reaching out for the parchment. Then, he slowly brought it back.
“You’re right, babe,” he said. “Gallus, what can we do to help you get in the mood?”
Gallus scratched his chin. “Well…I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about what turns me on.”
“Think back to another time you were horny, before today. Something that really made you want to screw.”
The griffon sat in thought for a while, before turning slightly red. “Um…I’ve got one memory. It was a sexual fantasy I had when I was younger.”
“Great! What was it?” Gabby asked.
“I’m not sure you want to know.”
“Sure I do.”
“It, uh…involves you.”
Gabby’s face lit up in glee. “Fantastic! That’ll make our hanky-panky all the hotter for the both of us!”
“What was the fantasy?” Spike asked.
“Well, uh, it was when I was younger. Back before I went to the Friendship School. It was the Blue Moon Festival, and I was just wandering the streets. I didn’t have anygriff to be with that time, so I was just kind of peeking in the windows of any house I could find. I thought maybe the night would be tolerable if I could just find somebody happy. But every house I came across was just full of misery and annoyance, like no griff could stand anyone.
“Then I came to Grampa Gruff’s house. I expected more of the same, and I was right at first. Gilda and Gruff looked like they wanted to kill each other, and a little griff…I think his name was Gerald…he was just sitting there looking like he wanted to be anywhere else. And there was you, Gabby. You looked uncomfortable, but you looked like you wanted to be happy. Like you just needed one good thing to happen in your life and you would be the happiest griff in the world. And I knew you and I were kindred souls, even if I’d never admit it back then.”
Gabby leaned in. “Is this where the fantasy starts?”
Gallus nodded. “I was so lonely, so sad looking at you that I started fantasizing. Grampa Gruff and Gerald were gone from the table. It was just you and Gilda. You both looked at each other like you were going to rip each other to pieces. Your claws dug into the wood, and you both snarled like Timberwolves. You leapt at each other. And…
“And you started to kiss. No, make out. Your tongues were lashing against each other, trying desperately to shove themselves deeper into the other’s mouth. Your claws grabbed the other’s body and forced them against each other. I-I could see both of your cunnies starting to get moist and drip. You started grinding on each other in mid-air, grunting and flapping your wings. I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed my cock and started pulling.”
“Does it stop there?” Gabby whispered.
“No. That’s…that’s when you two noticed me looking in. With my cock out and claw thrusting up and down.”
“Like this?” Gabby whispered, grabbing his dick. Blood rushed to his member, faster than anytime that day.
“Yes,” he sighed.
“And then what happened?” Gabby whispered.
“The two of you rushed me. Broke through the window and dragged me inside. You flung me on the table. Held me down and started saying what a pervert I was. Both of you said it like you meant it, but I knew you didn’t. You just wanted to feel powerful and let me know that you were ready to fuck.
“Gilda held me down and you climbed on top of me. Said little perverts like me had to be punished and started slapping me. Telling me what a nasty griff I was and-“
Gallus felt himself flung down on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling fan spinning round for a moment, then saw Gabby mount him.
“And what?” she said, breathing deeply.
“Then you fucked me,” he gasped. “Long and hard. Gilda did it too until she was satisfied. And then you both did it again and again until nothing was shooting out of my cock but water.”
“Did you like it?” Gabby whispered.
“Y-Yes.”
“Do you want it to happen again?”
Gallus nodded. “S-Sure.”
SMACK!
Gallus gasped as Gabby’s claws slapped him across the face.
“Then shut the fuck up and let me punish you,” she growled. The voice seemed to come from someone else, a guttural stranger standing somewhere else in the room, rather than the sweet hen who now straddled atop him.
The pain in Gallus’s cheek soon subsided. “Yes,” he gasped.
Her claws shot for his throat and gripped his windpipe. “Perverts don’t get to talk,” Gabby said. “You shut the fuck up until I’m done with you. Got it?”
Gallus nodded.
Gabby released her grip and placed her claws on his chest. “Good boy,” she cooed. “Now let’s see how big you can get.” She reached behind herself and grabbed his cock again. She began to jerk it up and down, faster and faster. The already semi-hard member was soon increasing in size with each passing second.
Gasping noises escaped Gallus’s throat. Gabby grinned.
“I’d say you’re big enough,” she cooed. With that, she pushed down on Gallus’s chest, spread her legs far apart, and slammed her glistening snatch right on top of his cock. She pushed herself up until his cock shoved itself deep inside her and her rear almost touched his legs.
“Aah!” Gallus gasped.
“You like that, you little perv?” Gabby cackled. “You better last longer than you did last time. Otherwise I’m going to milk you until you’re blind!”
She slammed herself down on the cock, her bottom hitting Gallus’s legs. Gallus gave another howl of pleasure, and Gabby forced her beak closed. A deluge of saliva started to leak out her mouth. She grinded her hips up and down, her thighs nearly buckling with each inch Gallus’s cock shoved deeper into her. The vaginal walls, soaked from a gradual wetness that’d built up since Gabby first arrived to the condo, allowed the cock easy access. Each ridge felt Gallus’s rod brush against it, each sending its own shockwave up to Gabby’s pleasure centers.
Soon, Gallus’s entire cock was inside of her. She could feel Gallus’s legs smacking against her ass as she slammed herself down faster and faster. Her body and mind’s desire for cum was no longer just desire: it was a need. If she didn’t cum and get the baby batter inside her, she might’ve been the one left sexually dysfunctional. Her body had gone too far to stop now, not until the ultimate climax.
A soft squelching noise, like a wet finger against a balloon, filled the room. It came from Gabby’s pussy, her vaginal fluids lubricating each of the cock’s jerks inward. Gallus grabbed the head of the bed, desperate to hold onto anything.
I’m losing my mind! he screamed internally. I’m going to fucking lose it if I don’t jizz hard!
Gabby likewise pushed harder down on his chest. She needed the balance to hump faster, harder. That cock needed to explode inside of her. She might go insane if it didn’t.
The duo pounded against each other in silence for a few moments, their ragged breaths the only sounds filling the room. Gabby bashed herself against Gallus’s cock, a soft squirk, squirk, squirk letting out with each thrust. Her pussy had started to leak her juices all over Gallus’s crotch and testicles.
Then, in the midst of their rhythm, Gabby stopped. Gallus opened his eyes and looked up at her. The sweat dripping down his forehead made it hard to see. He was just able to make out her head, twisted around and looking back to the chair. Shooting his eyes there, he saw Spike looking at the two of them. He sat with a contented look on his face and his cock in his hand. The member stretched at least four feet long, and the sharp pink covering the tip contrasted with the light green color of the shaft.
“Are you jacking off to us, creep?” Gabby said in the same harsh tone. Yet even in his stupor, Gallus could tell there was a playful tinge to her words.
“Yep,” Spike said, giving another stroke to his pulsating dick.
“Then put it to good use and bring it over here.”
For the first time, Spike was the one to turn red. “Gabby,” he protested. “You can’t fit us both.”
“Not in the cunt,” she sneered. “But that’s what the beak is for.” At this, she twisted herself around atop Gallus’s cock. Still shoved deep inside her cunny, Gallus screamed as each ridge of her vaginal tunnel scraped against every inch of his dick.
“Gah-gah-gah…” he gurgled, too overcome with pleasure to say anything else. It didn’t help that Gabby’s ass bounced right in front of him. With Gabby facing towards Spike now, the sizable rump seemed to shake with every minor movement Gabby made.
Gabby looked over her shoulder and laughed at Gallus’s semi-cognizant leer.
“You want that booty, you little perv?” she called. “You can have it while I enjoy a nice dragon dick.” She wiggled her talon in a ‘come-hither’ motion to Spike. He shuffled over, still a bit red. His cock stretched out from his midsection like an iron flagpole stuck in the side of a building.
“Gabby,” Spike whispered. “Are you sure you-?”
The words died the second he got too close. Gabby’s lips shot toward his throbbing cock and took all that her mouth could handle. A sharp holler escaped from Spike, before he grabbed Gabby’s head and started to push her further down his cock. Her throat was soon bulging just as it had when Gallus had gotten her oral stimulation.
At the same time, Gabby started to slam herself back down on Gallus’s cock. He in turn reached over and grabbed her bottom. A couple of resounding slaps filled the air as he smacked the rump with heedless abandon. One of his talons shot straight into her asshole and wiggled with furious, desperate jerks. The groan that escaped Gabby’s throat indicated she didn’t mind.
But the rump soon became forgotten as Gallus’s cum obsession came back. He could no longer play these little games. He needed to cum now and cum hard.
His talons shot for Gabby’s hips and gripped them. He steadied her, then shoved her down upon his dick. They soon matched their timing to have her thrust and his pull happen simultaneously and send shivers of pleasure up the both of them.
In fact, soon the three of them matched each other in their strange triangular dance. Spike shoved Gabby’s head back at the same time Gallus shoved her down upon his own cock, and Gallus pushed her upward as Spike pulled her onto his member. This see-saw of delight was a perfect specimen of mutual pleasure: two cocks in two holes, with the recipient’s body bending in time with each counteracting thrust. Gabby’s thin, lithe body contorted perfectly to suck Spike and straddle Gallus, while finding herself doubly pleasured by the bountiful cocks now slamming inside of her.
For a moment in this amazing system, Gallus’s temporary insanity floundered. Lucidity returned to him for a split moment as he watched this machine-like dance the three of them did. Each helping the other while receiving help themselves. All powerful, yet powerless without the other two.
We need each other, he thought, slamming upward into Gabby again. We’ll always need each other.
He then gasped, both from the pleasure of Gabby’s pussy growing tighter around his cock and a realization that filled him.
She wants Spike to cum inside her the same time as me, he thought. That way, in a sense, it really will be the child of all three of us. Three givers of life connecting at the same time to bring a new one into the world. Two seeds going inside of her to bring their baby to life.
This realization, combined with the thrusts that’d grown harder and faster, proved to be the breaking point. Gallus’s eyes widened and he threw his head back onto the pillows.
“Cumming!” he screamed. He gripped Gabby’s waist and slammed her down as far as his cock would let him.
“Me too!” Spike grunted. His claws tightened upon Gabby’s head and he shoved his cock deeper down her throat.
“Mmmmph!” gurgled Gabby. She stuck a single talon up in affirmation.
“Then let’s fucking goooo!” Gallus screamed as his loins tightened. His nuts and asshole clenched harder than they had the whole day, like a waterfall was about to shoot out of his cock. This wasn’t far from what happened, for he soon felt his seed shooting straight up into Gabby’s waiting cunny. The snatch’s grip made his cock pulsate harder than he’d ever felt before, desperate to shoot his sperm deep into the womb. Gabby’s cervix gave no resistance and let the cum get sucked up straight into the uterus.
This, in turn, caused Gabby to spasm. A thick flow of juices shot out of her, flooding Gallus’s cock and balls with scented wetness. Her thighs gripped together and her ass wiggled with each pleasure spasm that shook her whole body. She continued thrusting, desperate to milk every bit of semen out of Gallus.
Finally, Spike gave a shout as his load launched itself down Gabby’s throat. Heat filled her throat like she was swallowing hot soup. Her esophagus took it all, her gag reflex fully surpassed and Spike’s cock safely nestled inside her. Spike gaped in amazement and pleasure as he gradually pulled himself free, Gabby sucking him off all the way out. He then immediately collapsed headfirst on the bed.
Gabby likewise found herself weakening as the last of her spasms ended, and she fell besides Spike panting and kissing him all over.
Gallus simply laid where he was, staring at the ceiling fan and wondering how a summer’s day could be so perfect.
Author's Note
This was a difficult story to do, both because I don't normally do clop and because I wasn't really sure what direction I was going to take this story until a few days ago. Gallus and Gabby are also characters I don't really focus on, so I had to work with unfamiliar characters as well. But that's one of the beauties of Summer Sin: You get to do some experimenting.
Hope you found this story interesting!
