Author's Note

Contains M/M/M threesome, griffdom/zebrasub, bird studs on zebra femcolt sex, traps, feminization, emasculation, mentioned M/F sex and attraction, blowjobs, deepthroating, rimming/beak inside the backdoor, spitroasting, full nelson, shower sex, cowgirl position, facials, making out, ruined makeup, and lots of orgasms!

Stuffing the Zebra Twink

In the plains of Zebrica, many years after the Legion of Doom was defeated, the vast plains were no longer untouched by the modern landscape. With how many creatures were part of Equestria now, and the lands neighboring it, Zebrica had established ties with Equestria and their different species. And with different risks came more need for evolving in their weapons. And inside a new restaurant with a bar was a well-built dark blue griffon with dark gray feathers, deep green eyes, and white tips on his head feathers and wings. He sat beside a sandy pale brown hippogriff dude that had a red mane as well as blue eyes. Smaller than the griffon and more lithe, the deep blue eyes of the bright and bubbly hippogriff suggested there was more beneath the surface…

“You’ve got to try this drink, Gareth,” the hippogriff chirped as he pushed the small glass of bright red drink towards the blue griffon’s taller beer glass. “And let me try yours, I wanna taste what big strong griffons drink~”

“You and your fruity drinks, Storm Surge,” Gareth chuckled as he took the short glass into his talon, staring down at how vivid it was in color. Reminding him of the bright red of his dearest friend right next to him, Gareth glanced at Storm out of the corner of his eye. “I can’t believe we sold so many weapons over the past week.”

“You’re telling me,” Storm took a swig of Gareth’s beer, instantly unimpressed with the lackluster flavor as he pushed it back towards his griffon friend. Gareth took his own sip, blinking at the burst of flavor before pushing Storm’s drink back to him. “I wonder if Zebrica is threatened by all the new creatures moving in.”

“Must not be that threatened if they’re willing to buy weapons from a hippogriff and a griffon,” Storm quipped, returning to taking healthy swigs of his drink. “At least the zebra mares have taken a liking to us, maybe more than their husbands would’ve liked~”

Gareth blushed through his dark gray feathers, thinking of the lovely zebra mares and the way their stripes complimented their hips. Lots of the mares they encountered selling weapons to families were either older mothers or young adults that haven’t moved out yet, and all of their husbands and fathers gave the two the same red-faced scowls before making their purchases and slamming the doors on them. Perhaps most of them wouldn’t become regular customers provided they came back to Zebrica, but at least the two bird creatures made a fat profit and then some. Storm’s ears flickered before his long tail swatted the bigger griffon’s butt.

“I don’t know whether we would’ve made them feel better or worse…” Storm snickered. “If we had started flirting with each other~”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Gareth blushed as Storm laughed and slapped his claw over the griffon’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to pretend here anymore, you can tell how open Zebrica has become over the years,” Storm reassured him. “Tartarus’ sake, just a couple of decades ago, all this land was plains and no buildings beyond that of huts. Now we’re literally in an air-conditioned restaurant with a bar here. Doubt they’re going to care if you like both chicks and dicks.”

“Oh,” Gareth glanced around the restaurant that was mostly inhabited with zebras, including the two bartenders making their rounds. The world didn’t implode because Storm directly mentioned Gareth’s bisexuality, and the zebras seemed to not be paying attention at all. And the both of them were out with their own preferences, but saying them outright in Zebrica on their first trip to the foreign land made Gareth’s heart skip a beat before his shoulders relaxed. Feeling Storm’s claw on his shoulder gently moving up his shoulder before pulling away, Gareth felt the touch linger on his fur for a few moments longer before a deep shiver rolled from his head down to his paws.

“Don’t tease me like that, you know it's been a while,” Gareth grunted.

“That’s not entirely true, I took care of you a couple of days ago!” Storm grinned as he opened his mouth and licked his beak with his long tongue, drawing out the gesture with a glint in his eyes as he made the innuendo more than obvious. Gareth felt his loins stirring up underneath the counter as he glanced around at the zebra bartenders again before grabbing his beer with his talon and taking another deep gulp of his drink.

“Quickies hardly count,” Gareth pouted. “And thanks for reminding me of the mares we couldn’t hit on, I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome~!” Storm looked to a stack of menus near them, pulling a couple of them to him and Gareth as he tossed the menu at the griffon. “Well, if nothing else, we can splurge on some bar food and unwind, right?”

“I suppose so,” Gareth opened his menu and looked at the contents, pleasantly surprised by how many dishes there were that were either from different cultures, or hybrid cuisine of some kind. There were even meat dishes, a whole seafood section that would no doubt appeal to Storm Surge’s preferences, and a big appetizer section for those who were just looking for something to pick at with their drinks. With the absurd amount of money that they got just from upselling alone, Gareth smirked as he watched the zebra bartender pass by. “Oh sir, I think we’re ready to start on appetizers.”

“Yes, of course,” the zebra bartender stopped as he took the nearest notepad and pen, looking up at the dark gray and blue griffon. “What can I get started for you?”

“Large buffalo chicken fries, pretzel bites, and chips with the trio of dips,” Gareth brought a talon to his beak, restraining from bursting into laughter at the way the bartender’s eyes flickered wide for a moment before he returned to his blank expression as he scribbled away. Dropping the pen back on the counter, the bartender smiled and nodded before taking off past the nearby door to the kitchen. Glancing at Storm Surge’s gobsmacked expression, Gareth shrugged. “Well, worse that happens is we get filled up on that and we don’t get dinner. You can still get your fish if you want though, I know you love that.”

“We’ll see,” Storm shrugged as he heard the door open, glancing out of the corner of his eye as his beak dropped again for the second time. Seeing a zebra mare with long flowing white hair draped over the sides of her face, batting her extensively long eyelashes with her purple eyes, that wasn’t even the most interesting quality about her. Unlike all of the zebras Storm Surge and Gareth had seen so far, the zebra mare had dark brown stripes instead of black stripes. Her ears were long and she had a tail that nearly touched the floor, but she wasn’t without her own form of fashion. Wearing silk clothes that were mere transparent pieces of fabric on her striped body, she wore a long deep red silk fabric down her chest and one around her legs. Held up by a golden ring around her body, the piece of fabric on her lower body conveniently covered the frontside and backside of the areas between her legs. Somehow the perceived sense of modesty made her look more appealing to Storm Surge and Gareth then if she hadn’t worn anything at all. With an empty seat on Gareth’s other side, and with the bird guys’ luck, the zebra mare made a beeline for the seat and looked directly at Gareth.

“Is this seat taken?”

Gareth’s eyes blinked at the jarring voice paired up with the zebra mare in question, light and flowery but definitely different than what he expected. Nodding wordlessly as he blatantly stared at the zebra mare’s bright purple and pink lipstick, Gareth watched as the zebra hopped into her seat and waited for the bartender to walk her way.

“Oh hey Jasmine,” the other bartender walked up to the brown-striped zebra and smiled at her. “The usual for you?”

“Yes please,” Jasmine smiled, watching as the bartender glanced at her for a few more moments before walking away to get the drink. Glancing at Gareth and Storm Surge next to her, Jasmine cleared her throat before continuing. “You boys seem like the type that are too nice to assume and say something rude, but I’m a femcolt. Not an actual mare.”

“Oh,” Gareth and Storm Surge said almost simultaneously, blushing as they glanced at each other before looking to the zebra femcolt in front of them. Then, Gareth spoke. “You really look like a mare…”

“And what of it?” Jasmine fluttered hiseyelashes. “Clearly if you thought I was an adequate mare and nothing more, you wouldn’t be paying me this much attention. What would your wives think of you both staring at me?”

“We don’t h-have wives of the sort, that would m-make traveling for work difficult anyway,” Storm admitted, watching as Jasmine’s eyes lit up as she leaned forward towards Gareth considering he was the one the zebra femcolt was sitting next to. Gareth’s eyes widened as he smelled the overwhelming perfume from the femcolt, smaller than both of them and clearly riling them up on purpose.

“So you’ve been playing around with the wives of zebras here?”

“Oh we couldn’t if we tried!” Storm laughed, and Gareth blushed even further at his best friend and business partner’s admission. He even turned frontward back towards his seat to keep Jasmine from seeing his growing length, not quite as long as Storm Surge’s but much thicker. As he glanced at Storm’s growing length as well, Gareth wondered why he was even holding back in the first place. The both of them despite their tango with each other on occasion were more worked up than colts on prom night, and happily swung both ways. They only knew the zebra femcolt for a few minutes but Jasmine was as sweet as a peach. Gareth barely heard Storm as the hippogriff continued. “They’re hot for sure, but they were either already taken or haven’t moved out from their protective fathers despite being adults. Tough world out here in Zebrica!”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Jasmine giggled, using a forehoof to twirl the strands of his long white mane before glancing the other way. “Some of those studs aren’t exactly faithful when it comes to my company, so I wouldn’t feel bad about taking their mares if they’re consenting. Though if you’re looking for a guilt-free choice of ‘mare’ to have fun with…”

Jasmine used his hindleg and brushed it against Gareth’s lion hindleg as the zebra femcolt moved his hoof up all the way till he brushed his backhoof against the griffon’s stiffening length. Gareth would’ve already been turned on without the painful dry spell him and Storm Surge had been put through due to their constant work, but the spell made a difficult feat of self-control downright impossible. And Gareth glanced at Storm Surge, who was staring at his griffon tush before eyeing Jasmine with a predatory gaze. The hippogriff was normally quite the jokester, playful and full of laughter. Even in the bedroom, the dry spell awakened something more serious for Storm Surge. The sandy hippogriff jumped off his barstool and walked up to Jasmine.

“What about your drink?”

“Oh the bartender doesn’t usually start on it till after ten minutes at least,” Jasmine shrugged. “He knows that there’s a 50/50 chance that I’ll have bagged someone within the first five minutes of me being here…”

“And that other bartender can’t exactly charge us for appetizers we never ate!” Gareth laughed, though his heart was racing inside of his chest. He was only used to Storm Surge’s amorous attention on occasion, and didn’t really sleep with others on a whim. The dry spell was changing a lot of Gareth’s normal behavior, and the dark gray and blue griffon fished out enough bits for the two drinks and placed them on the counter before jumping off his barstool. “C’mon, you’ve got us skipping our food for at least a few hours. You’ve got to work it as least as good as the mares around here would…”

“I like to think that I would be even better, sweetie,” Jasmine winked at Gareth over his shoulder before the zebra femcolt lead the way out of the bar. Storm Surge ended up right next to his fellow mercenary as the two bird creatures followed Jasmine, the hippogriff telling himself that he and Gareth could go out to eat after their time with the zebra femcolt. Maybe they would even invite Jasmine after fucking his brains out. The silk harem clothes was something he saw on the zebra mares at a glance, but didn’t get to properly ogle it on a zebra until staring at Jasmine’s behind. Properly covered with the deep red fabric, Storm Surge could barely see the outline of the zebra femcolt’s ponut and much smaller balls. No doubt that this Jasmine could easily sway a straight stallion if he played his cards right, and swayed bisexual birds even more easily as the zebra femcolt trotted through the plains and their new buildings built all over Zebrica. One of those buildings was a tall one that the zebra femcolt lived in, a far more modernist apartment building to be exact.

“This is where I live~” Jasmine explained. “Well, I live on the bottom floor which I consider to be quite fitting for me personally. It’s only one big room, but it's very spacious for anybody that I choose to bring home. And some of those generous studs in power pay to make sure I’m well-fed and that the lights are still on. But this isn’t one of those transactions, just showing my appreciation for other cultures…”

Jasmine’s half-lidded eyes said it all as the femcolt’s purple eyes darted from the big griffon to the smaller yet more excitable hippogriff. Both of them looked to be able to give Jasmine an amazing time, and the zebra femcolt was even more thrilled at the idea of experiencing the unique qualities of griffon and hippogriff lengths…

Jasmine walked up to the door that was decorated with flowers after his namesake, playing with the doorknob for a few moments before pushing the door open and revealing his minimalistic abode. With a small kitchen in one corner of the room, a bathroom a short distance in another corner, and the other half of the room taken up by a bright blue king-sized bed, Gareth and Storm Surge could tell at a glance where the zebra’s priorities were at. Then, they both glanced at Jasmine as he reached a forehoof onto his behind and lifted the lower cloth to reveal his backside. A ponut almost more appealing than any rear the guys have seen since they got to Zebrica, Gareth and Storm's beaks both dropped and stayed that way processing just how tight an ass Jasmine had despite having a smaller and more slender body beyond the hips. The dark brown stripes on Jasmine's white fur moved hypnotically up and down as the zebra femcolt twerked his ass for the two.

“Great Celestia,” Gareth chirped, his green eyes bouncing up and down with Jasmine’s ass. At that point, the dark gray griffon’s thick dick was as stiff as a board. He didn’t need to glance at his buddy Storm Surge to know the hippogriff felt the same way. And on top of that, Storm Surge quite literally surged forward and gripped the zebra femcolt’s bubbly and striped marshmallow cheeks as he bounced them up and down even more for Gareth. It was already devastating enough to Gareth’s dry spell that he had a femcolt twerking for him, but he didn’t even register that Storm Surge would pull out all the stops. With how many years they had known each other, the fiery-haired hippogriff had learned all the ways he was able to push at his sterner friend’s buttons, and with a zebra femcolt to play, the trouble was only doubled.

“Now, let’s get some ground rules out of the way,” Jasmine glanced over his shoulder, his purple eyes singing like a siren’s call to Gareth and Storm Surge as the latter paused his groping to listen to the brown-striped zebra. “I like the occasional degrading name, but don’t go too crazy with the rough stuff. I like to get used and thrown around, but no hitting or slapping. The safeword for anything I might not have covered is dandelion…”

“Got it,” Gareth whispered almost breathlessly, mesmerized with the striped ass Storm Surge had gripped in his claws still. With Jasmine giving them the go ahead, Gareth intended to get at least a talonful of orgasms to release the heaviness in his pent up balls of his hot red griffon dick that ended with a thick knot. Didn’t really matter which of the two gave him orgasms, whether it was one of the or both he’d be over the moon. Meanwhile, Storm Surge had a much longer dark brown dick that contrasted with his pale sandy fur. It had a medial ring and a knot, and Jasmine was the lucky femcolt to experience both in the same night.

“And more than anything else, I like to be referred to as a femcolt, a twink, and if you are comfortable with referring to me as such…” Jasmine’s ears flickered as he blushed a little with his following statement. “I like to be called a pretty mare~”

“Well you play the part really well,” Storm Surge winked at Jasmine as he gave the zebra twink’s ass cheeks a firm squeeze before glancing at Gareth knowingly. “Gareth, why don’t we get you warmed up while I warm up Jasmine here?”

It was a silly question and a delicious bait that the griffon knew he’d be more than happy to take, Gareth was already ready to pop and he was sure that Storm was either looking for the zebra to edge him or make him blow his load down some femcolt mouth. Gareth stammered some incoherent noises before lumbering over in front of Jasmine’s face. His pink eyeshadow, his big eyelashes and dual-colored lipstick…all of those parts of the lovely young zebra’s face about to be ruined by griffon dick. And Gareth felt his griffon instincts, his need to dominate the intentionally weaker male with his thick cock beginning to unfold. Grunting as he stood on his hind legs, towering over both Jasmine and Storm Surge with his stature, Gareth then leaned forward until his talons were resting on the zebra’s ass while Storm removed his claws from Jasmine’s ass to bring his beak level with the twink’s dark ponut. With his body draped over Jasmine’s smaller body, Gareth’s thick griff dick was squished against the zebra’s muzzle. And unlike the times that Jasmine had his bedroom affairs with zebra studs, the scent from Gareth was completely unique all on its own. Powerful yet tangy musk that flooded his sinuses, Jasmine’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he stifled his own moan. There was so much to unfold between the three of them and Jasmine could not risk something as embarrassing as popping within a couple of measly minutes.

Meanwhile, Storm Surge could see the visual display of Jasmine’s pleasurable suffering as the hippogriff stared at Jasmine’s smaller balls. By mere coincidence perhaps, the zebra twink cock played well into the role of being more marish with its smaller size. Not a micropenis by any means, but definitely on the smaller side more so than Gareth and Storm Surge’s studly bitchbreakers. He stepped closer to the ponut, the same shade of color as Jasmine’s stripes, as Storm pressed his beak against the rim of the zebra’s backdoor and opened his long tongue. Both him and Gareth, while not drunk, were tipsy and slightly more interested in a casual hookup than normal. Jasmine shuddered and moaned into the surprise rimming, more of a shock due to the swift timing of it and not because of it happening at all. Every stallion either plunged their lubed hoof or their tongue into his backdoor before fucking his ass, but never did he have outside predators with their sharp beaks and claws wanting to have a go at him. Let alone so quickly. His heart skyrocketing with the desire to impress with such a lucky opportunity unfolding in front of him, Jasmine didn’t hesitate to put his expert mouth to use. He received advice from mares and fellow femcolts alike, spending nights blowing dildos or assessing those skills with big striped studs that were getting away from their wives. And with a new pair of dicks, Jasmine was going to learn all over again. Opening his mouth and barely managing to fit his muzzle around the absurdly thick griffon length, Jasmine’s heart fluttered with the difficulty Gareth brought upon him. The zebra twink pushed his mouth further down and briefly paused, deep strain as he made sure to not have his teeth grazing Gareth’s length, before feeling the tip of the dark gray and blue griffon’s dick hit the front of his throat.

Inhaling the musk, feeling the wet tongue of Storm Surge wriggling deep into his ponut now, Jasmine gave a deep exhale out from his nostrils as he pushed further, deepthroating Gareth’s length. Gareth gasped, staring down at Storm going to town on Jasmine’s ponut as he felt himself getting deepthroated. It would only be a few more moments before the zebra twink would start bobbing his head up and down, and Gareth doubted he would last long after that. The sight of his best friend feasting on zebra femcolt ass, and the zebra starting to quiver from the deepthroating, was becoming too much. Then Jasmine hilted Gareth’s length, and began to slowly move back till only the tip of the griffon’s cock was in his marish mouth. At the same time Jasmine began to move his muzzle back onto Gareth’s thick length, not too fast but firm in his pace, Storm Surge took the plunge and literally pushed his non-sharp beak into Jasmine’s tight yet lubed enough ponut. Jasmine moaned whorishly like a happily gangbanged prostitute as he shoved Gareth’s entire thick dick into his mouth and throat once more, smashed against the griff’s overloaded balls as his formally perfect lipstick was smeared all over them. Feeling his muzzle overwhelmed, Jasmine’s drool slipped from out of his muzzle and down his neck till it drenched the front cloth of his silky outfit. The pristine gold was now dirtied up by his own needy spit, and his eyeshadow rubbed off the musky and strong griffon’s underside as his entire existence became Gareth’s dick crammed in his mouth and down his throat.

Feeling a small yet thick part of the hippogriff’s body inserted into his ponut nearly made Jasmine cum on the spot, and Gareth threw his head back and shuddered as he was stuck in the same spot. Holding on tight to the zebra twink’s ass cheeks, Gareth slowly pulled out his thick entire length before sliding it back in. Like the thrust before, Gareth’s thick knot popped past Jasmine’s lips as he groaned before bursting his load. With Jasmine still moaning slightly quieter than before, and a dry spell stinging like a bitch, Gareth couldn’t take it anymore. Bringing his talons from Jasmine’s ass to the sides of the zebra’s face, Gareth held the femcolt’s face firmly yet not too hard. His hilted dick unloaded his griffon seed down Jasmine’s throat, and the zebra femcolt didn’t really get the chance to properly taste the difference due to the deepthroating. But with a perk in his step, Jasmine knew that he would be able to taste both their cum by the end of the night. Dutifully gulping down a load of cum like Jasmine had done many times before, the zebra twink waited till Gareth was completely spent of his first orgasm and his talons softened their grip for Jasmine to pull his face back. Gareth removed himself from the zebra femcolt as he inspected Jasmine’s new look. With his eyelash extensions still intact, Jasmine’s eyeshadow and lipstick was smeared up around his face as he grinned from ear to ear at the griffon. While no cum was on Jasmine’s silky clothes, there was spittle remaining from where the twink deepthroated him.

Even though Gareth was done with his blowjob, Storm Surge remained feasting on Jasmine’s backdoor for a few extra moments before pulling back and licking his beak. The zebra femcolt couldn’t be more ready, with his ponut stretched out and lubed up, and his smaller length ready to pop from the treatment he received and gave. Gareth looked at Storm, who looked up at the griffon, and with the arousal towards the zebra femcolt also came up similar feelings for each other. Ones that they couldn’t quite explore as much as they would like, even though sometimes they let it out when they had shared lovers in the past. Even blowjobs here and there, since Gareth found Storm attractive and vice versa. Giving each other a knowing nod and slightly blushing as they made eye contact with each other, Gareth and Storm switched places. The sandy hippogriff trotted towards Jasmine’s face, his heart skipping a beat as he noticed the messed up lipstick already on the zebra twink. Then Gareth saw the ponut, the gold in the treasure chest as he savored just how tempting it was snug between those striped cheeks. He’d never bedded a zebra before, let alone one who so convincingly dressed up like a mare. Taking the once-in-a-lifetime chance, Gareth properly mounted Jasmine and pressed the tip of his hardening length against the zebra’s dark ponut. Hotdogging it, the dark gray and blue griffon moved his thick length up and down in the crack of Jasmine’s ass and right up against his ponut. Jasmine blushed deeply as he watched Storm stand up on his hindlegs. Not quite as tall as Gareth, that was more than made up for with the impressive erect length the hippogriff was sporting. Way above average but not absurdly so, Storm’s hippogriff dick had the medial ring of a pony and the knot of a ‘griff. Jasmine looked forward to later when he would feel both parts of Storm popping into his ass, but focused on who would definitely be the thicker of the two…

Gareth was completely hard after a few more moments of hotdogging some zebra femcolt ass, and pressed the tip of his length to Jasmine’s ponut once more. Tightly gripping Jasmine’s relatively wide hips in comparison to his more slender body, Gareth looked down at the zebra femcolt as he opened his mouth for Storm Surge.

“Are you ready for this? You would have to prepare yourself, because this isn’t some run-of-the-mill zebra cock,” Gareth explained.

“You’d be surprised at what I’m able to take in the ass~” Jasmine fluttered his eyelashes as he glanced over his shoulder at Gareth, though the griffon didn’t fail to notice that the zebra twink didn’t specify if this would be his biggest or not. “So please sweetheart, I’m more than ready~”

“Are you a loose mare then?” Gareth smirked, remembering what Jasmine said he liked to be called before giving the zebra femcolt’s ass cheek a sharp smack with his talon. Jasmine threw his head back, his mouth opening yet again to release a deep moan. And with a quick glance between each other, Gareth and Storm Surge set their spontaneous plans to motion. The big and bulking griffon pressed his thick dick with as much pressure as he could against Jasmine’s slightly welcoming ponut, managing to pop the tip inside within a couple of seconds. At the same time, Storm slipped the first couple of inches inside Jasmine’s mouth. Despite the surprise spitroast starting, Jasmine didn’t accidentally press his teeth down on the hippogriff’s dick. Such a mistake was for amateurs in the experienced twink’s opinion, and despite the searing pleasure in his ass that was far thicker than Storm’s beak, Jasmine pushed forward and took even more inches in his mouth till his muzzle was against the medial ring. Hearing Gareth groaned as he pushed another inch of his thick cock inside, Jasmine slipped his muzzle over the medial ring and felt the bumpy ring against his tongue. Such a feeling was familiar from all the times he had sucked off zebra studs, but today he would feel the gifted sensations of knots for the first time.

“Oh fucking Celestia,” Gareth grunted, feeling Jasmine’s backdoor clamping down on him like a vice even though the griffon tried to push more of his length inside. While the sensation was frustrating, it also turned on Gareth even more to have Jasmine not be as loose of a “mare” than he expected. The griffon mercenary didn’t care if that was because Jasmine mostly did oral, was lying about the number of partners he had, or took potions to maintain a tight backdoor. Factors he might’ve cared about if he didn’t have such a painful dry spell. Though, there was one concern that he would always carry in the back of his mind.

“Are you okay?” Gareth asked even though Jasmine’s mouth was filled with over half of his best friend’s dick, the griffon getting helplessly all the more aroused as he saw purple and pink lipstick smearing on Storm Surge’s length. Still, Jasmine managed to nod his head the best he could without moving Storm’s dick much, even using his long tail to gently swat Gareth’s ass to spur him forward. With no free mouth to use the safe word, Gareth wanted to make sure the zebra femcolt was okay by any means necessary. While Storm Surge’s length was appealing to many of the gals they encountered, a good number of them got cold hooves at the sight of Gareth’s uniquely thick bird cock. So it came off as a shock to Gareth to have Jasmine ready to take more of him inside, and the big griffon growled as he felt himself letting go of his griffon instincts. Deep and predatory desires flowing through his body, Gareth pushed more of his dick inside as Jasmine’s eyes watered. The burning pleasure mixed with intense pressure was causing Jasmine to feel like jelly as his legs nearly gave out, his throat started to get stuffed with hippogriff dick as he preserved. And the maddening part of all that pleasure was that the two hadn’t even started thrusting yet! No doubt the zebra wouldn’t be able to think anymore once the two strapping studs went to town. Faced with Storm’s knot to still take in his mouth to hilt him, Jasmine wasn’t ready for Gareth’s knot to brush against his ponut. Twerking his ass back, Jasmine’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he started clapping his femcolt cheeks against Gareth’s nearly hilted dick.

“Fuck, he really knows how to work it,” Gareth hissed, watching as Storm Surge looked at the griffon with a glint in his eye. “What?”

“We can’t just stand here all day and wait till he hilts one of us~” Storm Surge giggled, using one of his claws to twirl his own bright red hair. “Why don’t we start thrusting what we already have inside him?”

Fuck, the sandy hippogriff Gareth had traveled with over the years had a hold on him, knowing just the tricks to send him over the edge. Ever since that night he opened up to Storm Surge about his griffon instincts in the bedroom, the hippogriff who somewhat related never forgot and held it over Gareth’s head ever since. Gareth glanced down at his talons on Jasmine’s tight ass underneath the red silk clothing, noticing that underneath them were marks of flower shapes that the zebra femcolt appeared to be born with. They were dark brown just like his stripes. It was almost as if Jasmine was meant to be a sweet and effeminate zebra all along, and Gareth was set on treating him like a proper mare. Pulling out most of his length until only the tip was inside, Gareth grunted as he surged forward and nearly got all of his thick length inside Jasmine’s backdoor. Storm Surge, having not quite reached a rhythm with his griffon buddy yet, pulled out slower till only the tip was inside before slamming most of his length back in. The thrust happened all so fast that Jasmine didn’t have time to miss that ring against the roof of his mouth, against his tongue. The life he lived by himself most of the time was tedious and boring after a while, so when he sought out flings to sleep with, those nights were the times he lived for. Pushing forward and feeling the burning yet needy sensation of Storm’s long length plunging past his throat, the overwhelming pleasure and searing discomfort blurred into a euphoria that completely broke his mind for the next several moments as he came. Pathetic spurts of his cum landed on his own floor, and the three of them hadn’t even reached the bed yet. The three for their own reasons were so needy that they had started near the door, and as soon as they closed the door.

As Gareth and Storm Surge had most of their lengths hilted in their respective holes in the zebra twink they were sharing, hearing Jasmine give a deeply feminine whine against the hippogriff’s dick as he came, they pulled most of their lengths out and slammed them back in. They stared at each other, smirking as they made work of the submissive zebra femcolt, as they began to thrust back in and out. Finally after a few minutes, getting a sense of rhythm, the bird buds managed to thrust in and out in sync. Jasmine didn’t even get a moment to recover from his orgasm, or to process it before they went back to their vicious thrusts. He lived for these sexual highs, and with a shock rushing through his body as he convulsed and moaned louder into Storm’s cock, the first orgasm ended with the beginning of a devastating second one. Jasmine had never experienced a second one, without a single touch to his dick, in such quick succession to the first one. He definitely wouldn’t be satisfied with the usual zebra studs the same way, Jasmine knew. Either he’d manage to seduce these two again, or he’d just have to make a trip to Griffonstone or Mount Aris. He had entered paradise, and didn’t expect it to happen with a pair of predatory birdy dicks. Gareth grunted and Storm Surge hissed with each thrust they made into Jasmine, and they were close to giving the zebra femcolt the best feeling of all. Plapping faster with each thrust, getting nearly all their dicks inside the fleshlight of a darling zebra twink, Storm Surge played with Jasmine’s long white hair.

“That’s right you sweet little mare~” Storm Surge whispered, watching as Jasmine’s ears twitched a little despite his cum-drunk state. “Just in a few more thrusts, y-you’re going to feel the beauty of a knot in your ass. Though it’ll be a bit before Gareth could get the knot out if you know what I mean…”

“Hnng! Nngh! Mmmph!” Jasmine made the loud and high-pitched sounds against Storm Surge’s length, affirming that he was to be subservient to them for the night. Gareth looked into Storm’s deep blue eyes, feeling an emotional and sexual high both as he was about to burst a second time. And like the many times they shared other partners together, Storm Surge lifted a claw off of Jasmine as he used a digit with a “come hither” gesture.

“Come here~” Storm Surge purred, kicking in Gareth’s desire to share the moment in the deepest way he possibly could with his best friend. Feeling a hot surge of happiness in his chest from the way Storm looked at him, plus the sensation of having his talons on some cute flower flanks while plapping a marish zebra twink, brought him to one of his favorite acts to do when sharing a partner with Storm. Lunging forward and connecting his big griffon beak to Storm’s smaller hippogriff beak, they parted their mouths open and let their tongues wrestle as Gareth reached his breaking point. Jasmine barely had the chance to process what was happening when Storm Surge pulled his entire length out of the zebra femcolt’s mouth, while Gareth pushed forward and with a pop, the knot entered Jasmine’s ass. The overwhelming sensation of such a large object entering his butt caused Jasmine to let out a piercing wail that he’d likely get complaints about from the other tenants the next morning, but in the moment, Jasmine couldn’t be bothered. It was already mind and load-blowing enough for Jasmine to experience the unique spitroasting of a griffon and hippogriff stud, but the knot exceeded his expectations. Gareth hissed into Storm Surge’s beak as thick ropes of his seed shot inside the zebra femcolt’s ass with his dick stuck inside the whole time.

The way that Storm Surge’s long tongue danced with Gareth’s thicker and slightly shorter tongue, only made the griffon’s orgasm all the sweeter. He closed his eyes, swirling his tongue with Storm’s tongue as he gave into the sea of pleasure. Then, having had removed his long hippogriff length from Jasmine’s mouth, Storm pulled back from the sudden makeout session with his griffon mercenary friend and stood up tall on his hind legs as he grabbed his erect and saliva-covered length with his claw and began to jerk himself off in the direction of Jasmine and Gareth. The zebra femcolt was barely aware of everything going on, heavily blushing and panting as his dick twitched and bobbed with precum. While their female lovers were always shocked to see Gareth and Storm makeout during their threesomes, they didn’t really have to worry about Jasmine being surprised. After all, they doubted that any of these zebra studs were completely straight the moment they decided to sleep with Jasmine.

Gareth opened his eyes moments after Storm Surge parted their beaks, his hilted dick twitching inside the depths of Jasmine’s backdoor as he watched his hippogriff friend moments away from blowing his own load. While Storm could’ve busted his load down Jasmine’s throat like Gareth did, the hippogriff had a different preference to satisfy. Seeing Gareth’s bulky griffon body completely stuck inside Jasmine, a zebra femcolt whose purple eyes looked up at the hippogriff with pure excitement, Storm couldn’t think of a better pair of partners to blow his load on.

“Go ahead,” Jasmine slurred, fluttering his eyelashes. The eyeshadow was nearly gone in a smeared up mess, the once pristine lipstick a splash of colors all over his muzzle as he cum-drunkenly giggled. “Dirty me up even more~”

Storm Surge groaned, giving his length a final couple of strokes before the first spurt of hippogriff nut landed on Gareth’s face. While the dark gray and blue griffon didn’t expect the shot of load, it fortunately didn’t get in his eyes as it landed right in the middle of his eyes. Closing his eyes just in case, Gareth didn’t quite get to see the ropes also landing on the hilted Jasmine. Earlier the zebra femcolt was barely hanging onto consciousness, but seeing the reward spilling out of the hippogriff caused him to lurch forward as far as he could to taste the hippogriff seed properly. Having a rope of it land right on his muzzle and his tongue that was sticking out, Jasmine brought his tongue back into his mouth and shuddered with the taste. Salty like the sea, but still with the earthy musk that came from a land creature. Jasmine made a game of it, trying to catch as much of the seed as possible into his mouth even though some of it did land on Gareth. As horny as the zebra femcolt was, he didn’t want to be too selfish and not allow the stud knotting him to receive some of his best friend’s cum. Gareth didn’t try to catch the cum with his beak, having tasted it many times before and simply enjoying it landing on him as he shuddered from his best friend “marking” him the same as Jasmine was.

“Ah…yes~” Storm Surge sighed as he jerked off the rest of his load on the two, savoring the two vastly different reactions from Gareth’s not-so-subtle shudder to Jasmine’s attempts to drink up as much as possible. Eventually, Gareth was able to remove his knot from Jasmine’s ass, the dark gray and blue griffon watching with wonder in his green eyes as his own seed spilled out of the zebra twink’s ponut. Normally he was used to coming in a female partner’s pussy or with his own talon, so the novelty was enjoyable to say the least. Jasmine licked his lips, as well as using his hooves to clean up the rest of his face before grinning at Storm Surge.

“I’m going to…” Jasmine croaked before coughing up cum that was stuck in his throat, and Storm Surge quickly took the hint. Landing back on all fours, the hippogriff rushed towards the kitchen he was unfamiliar with as he got the nearest cup and filled it up with water before carrying it with one claw back to the zebra femcolt. Jasmine, with his smeared up face looking like a lewd canvas board, gave an open-mouth grin before taking the cup of water with his forehoof and gulping it down for a few seconds before giving the empty cup back to Storm. “Thank you, deepthroating two dicks will kind of make your throat sore…”

“It’s not a problem at all,” Storm turned around, facing his own ponut at Jasmine briefly before flickering the femcolt’s face gently with his red tail. “Now where’s this shower? Please tell me that you at least have one of those…”

“You make me sound like I live in a box,” Jasmine laughed. “And I might’ve exaggerated a little, there’s a shower stall and counter with a mirror in another room. It’s the door next to the bed we didn’t end up using…”

“Yet~” Gareth smacked the flower mark on Jasmine’s ass cheek before lowering the red silk back over his butt, covering his leaking ponut as he walked towards the door. “C’mon, just because we’re probably going to have more rounds, doesn’t mean we can’t wash off that makeup off your face.”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Jasmine nodded, his heart skipping a beat at the offer. It was always hit or miss, but the more openly comfortable guys whether they were gay or bi tended to be the ones that offered more deeper intimacy. Whether it was showers or even a date after, Jasmine could trust them to be kind after sex. Storm rushed ahead of the both of them, reaching for the doorhandle with his talon and opening the door for both his bird buddy and the zebra femcolt, they both smiled at him before entering the small shower room. The shower stall seemed big enough to fit the three of them, but barely enough. Gareth opened the shower stall, watching as Jasmine turned the warm water on before disrobing himself. Removing the red silk harem clothing from his chest and his lower body, he let the sex-smelling articles land on the ground before stepping inside. His long white mane clung to his face as he ears flattened against his mane, sighing deeply before he smiled from ear to ear. It was almost poetic to watch the messy eyeshadow and lipstick spill from the shower water and onto the floor, Gareth and Storm witnessing the makeup fall off Jasmine’s face before they themselves walked into the shower stall. Storm closed it behind him and looked down at Jasmine, barely being taller than the zebra femcolt. Gareth being the taller of the both of them, he reached over for the shampoo bottle on the attachment on the side of the shower stall before opening it with his talon. Squirting it onto his talon, he looked down at Jasmine before scrubbing the shampoo into his mane.

Without a doubt, Gareth was sure that the zebra femcolt wasn’t able to get his mane completely scrubbed without a pair of good talons or claws. So he took the time to gently rub the shampoo as deeply into Jasmine’s mane as possible while Storm Surge flew up to grab the soap bar and work on the zebra’s body. Jasmine closed his eyes, allowing the big bird studs to do their work on him while he got to relax. Even though it was a casual hookup, Jasmine knew he would miss their unique touch in the morning or whenever they left. Imagining what they would still do to him, Jasmine bit his lip as he felt blood rushing to his loins again…

“Are you…” Storm Surge’s deep blue eyes widened as he glanced down between Jasmine’s exposed hindlegs. “Are you already hard again?”

“Maybe?” Jasmine squeaked as he grinned, savoring the feeling of Gareth pausing completely in the shampoo scrubbing as he evidently overheard the zebra’s confession. “Well having the firm yet caring pairs of talons and claws working on me is going to turn me on! And you guys have barely used them, besides to hold my ass and grip my shoulders a little…”

“Well,” Gareth’s deep voice sent a shudder through Jasmine’s body as his shampoo-drenched talons moved down from the zebra femcolt’s long hair down to his lower back. “What were you having in mind instead?”

“Well, it's a bit of an ask,” Jasmine giggled, watching as Storm Surge took the soap bar and began washing off the rest of the stuff on his face whilst avoiding his purple eyes. “But I’ve heard from a zebra gal pal about a big griffon that full-nelson’d her when she made a business trip to Griffonstone. If you know what that position is…”

“Oh I’ve heard of it before~” Gareth snickered. “But after that, you’re going to ride Storm Surge. It’d be a tragedy if you had a threesome including a hippogriff, but didn’t experience his medial ring and knot inside that ass of yours…”

“You should’ve known that I planned just th-WOAH!” Jasmine yelped as Gareth grabbed the light zebra twink by the shoulders, lifting him up and standing on his hindlegs as the griffon had his own back against the shower stall wall. Adjusting Jasmine so his head was right underneath Gareth’s beak, the lighter twink’s striped legs held up with the griffon’s talons, the big lion-bird had the tip of his thick bitchbreaker once again pressed against Jasmine’s backdoor. The femcolt glanced down, essentially powerless in that position as he felt pure unfiltered excitement at being at the bigger griffon’s mercy. So many years before he discovered his own desires in the bedroom, Jasmine grew up being taught he had to be the dominant one being the one with a dick. But being treated like a mare, throwing away any sort of masculinity to those that could wield it better than him…freed the zebra twink of more stress than the two of the big bird creatures would know. Gareth glanced at Storm Surge, who eyed the two of them with a lick of his beak.

“I’m going to wash up, but you best believe I’ll be watching you two go at it~” Storm grinned, knowing that Gareth would become a voyeur on the next session of Jasmine bouncing up and down the hippogriff’s dick. Putting the soap bar back where it was as he took the shampoo bottle Gareth left on the floor, Storm Surge squirted a healthy amount onto his claw before running it through his bright red mane. While nothing beat sharing a partner with his best friend, Storm couldn’t pretend he didn’t enjoy the alternative of watching Gareth dominate somebody else in front of him. They were still sharing the experience, and Storm didn’t have to break a sweat fucking another hole, just slathering his mane as he watched Gareth slowly lower Jasmine onto his monstrous griffon cock. The zebra twink’s eyes shut and he brayed to the heavens with pure euphoria as the thick tip popped inside him once more. He was confident that he never had sex with another stallion nearly as thick as Gareth, and would likely search the sex shops for a griffon dildo in the following weeks. Maybe even a hippogriff one if Storm Surge was half as good.

“AHN! HAAAAAAH!” Jasmine cried out as more of Gareth’s dick slid inside him until only the knot was outside, then unlike the last fucking session, the griffon stud didn’t bother to take it slow. Gareth growled as he Jasmine’s hindlegs against his dark blue chest area while pumping his dick in and out of the whorish zebra femcolt. His fat balls swung up and down along with his cock pistoning in and out of Jasmine’s ponut. The pure lack of power and ability to just let go of the burning pleasure, got Jasmine completely hard all over again as his smaller length bobbed from side to side. His brain, while unable to think properly, was a warm fuzziness that spread throughout his body as he felt the pressure of thick griffon meat stretching out his backdoor. His sharp beak barely hovered over Jasmine’s face, and that only served to increase his arousal. The zebra femcolt suspected that maybe he was a bit of a slut, since he was already anticipating bouncing on hippogriff dick not an hour later. Those images playing out in his head only served to make the shower stall around him spin into gloriously lustful stars as he screamed like a whore. The vicious PLAP PLAP PLAP of a dick that shouldn’t even fit in his zebra ponut, along with Gareth moving his head so that his big beak was grazing the fur over Jasmine’s white and striped neck, was nearly breaking the zebra femcolt beyond the point of simple lust. Jasmine’s purple eyes turned into purple and pink hearts as his tongue lolled out of his mouth, with the zebra femcolt starting to moan louder even after Storm Surge smirked and left the shower to dry off.

“There you go, I better cum quick so we don’t leave him waiting too long…” Gareth encouraged Jasmine, and though the griffon stud was only referring to himself, the zebra was only moments away from having another orgasm. After a few minutes of the fucking, Jasmine brayed to the heavens when he felt Gareth’s knot pop inside once more. Edged from his orgasm, Jasmine was hornier than before as he felt the dark gray and blue griffon’s seed spilling for several seconds inside his roughed up backdoor before they laid on the shower floor…

After several minutes of waiting for Gareth to pull his knot out, followed by them washing off, Gareth and Jasmine walked out of the door and to the giant bed right next to them. Storm Surge helped himself, the sandy hippogriff already on the bed stroking off his darker length as his narrowed predatory eyes were on Jasmine. The zebra femcolt was unable to keep track of time, but was sure he had the smaller of the two birds of prey waiting for almost half an hour, if not more. And while Jasmine was growing addicted to the thickness of Gareth like the size queen he was, he’d be remiss if he didn’t experience the mind-blowing wonder of the medial ring and the knot. Especially with a length as long as Storm Surge’s dick.

Hopping onto his own bed, Jasmine crouched down beside the hippogriff and opened his mouth to inhale the first few inches up to the point of the medial ring. Greeted with the familiar yet fainter salty sea and earthy land flavors of Storm Surge, Jasmine moaned as he swirled his tongue in circles to truly enjoy the flavor. Storm chirped with a big smile on his beak, placing his claw on top of Jasmine's white mane as he gently pushed the femcolt’s head down further.

“There you go, that’s a very good mare~” Storm purred. “You just like when big guys and their fat cocks take control, don’t you? Makes your little femcolt brain feel a lot easier, hmm?”

“Mmmmph!” Jasmine wiggled his own tight little butt, assuming that Gareth was somewhere behind them watching the whole sight. While the griffon might be a more powerful partner in the bedroom, Storm Surge was certainly more attentive with his teasing words and making sure the femcolt was turned on as much as possible. The encouragement even made him try to hilt Storm Surge again, stopped by the hippogriff himself as he used his claw to slowly pull Jasmine’s mouth off his dick.

“That’s a very sweet gesture, but you already did that for me quite recently~” Storm giggled, staring from the zebra femcolt’s spittle all over his muzzle to his own glistening hippogriff length. “Plus, I want you to have enough energy to handle riding my cock. It’s quite a bit longer than Gareth’s, I can assure you.”

“Yes, Storm,” Jasmine panted, a tiny bit grateful for the break on his sore throat as he stood up on the bed and straddled Storm’s long dick. Having the middle of his dick pressed against Jasmine’s ponut, the zebra femcolt gasped as he rocked his ponut against Storm’s dick. Feeling the firm sensation of another guy’s length against his backdoor almost never failed to drive him mad, and so Jasmine only spent a few more seconds doing the dry humping before moving his butt so that his ponut was lined up with the tip of Storm Surge’s dick.

“Alright, deep breathes from you,” Storm snickered as he booped Jasmine’s muzzle with one of his digits. “You may think you’re ready for all this, but a little extra breathing won’t hurt…”

“Okay, yeah,” Jasmine gave a deep inhale till he felt the breath reach the top of his head, giving a few extra moments to keep the breath before giving a lengthy exhale. Two seconds into breathing out, Jasmine’s eyes shot wide open as he yowled again for all the nearby tenants to hear. Feeling the tip of Storm Surge entering his already battered backdoor, the sandy hippogriff readily slipped in his length up until the medial ring. The ring was snug against Jasmine's ponut, able to enter inside him at any moment. Jasmine got used to the feeling of dick inside him once again, he waited a few moments expectedly until Storm Surge giggled with a glint in his eye.

“I’m sorry, didn’t we agree that you were riding me?” Storm tilted his head, his hippogriff ears flickering as he kept his eyes on the zebra femcolt. “That means you’ve got to be putting in most of the work…”

“Oh!” Jasmine blushed as he bit his lip, pushing further against Storm Surge’s medial ring until with an expected yelp, the zebra femcolt felt the medial ring slip past his ponut and inside him. After a few more heart-thundering moments, the zebra femcolt successfully had more dick inside him from Storm than he had from Gareth. The pressure felt splitting in the best way possible, and after getting a couple more inches inside of him, Jasmine brayed to the heavens as pathetic spurts of his seed came out of his smaller length. Landing on Storm Surge, the hippogriff felt the watery seed fall onto his chest with a big grin on his beak, before placing his claws on Jasmine’s hips. Yes, he did say he intended for Jasmine to be doing most of the work, but that was before the needy femcolt came all over his chest. Storm growled, feeling hints of his griff instincts rising to the surface. Certainly nothing as intense as Gareth’s full griffon desires, but Storm Surge certainly loved to take charge here and there. Lifting Jasmine up until most of the hippogriff’s length was no longer in the femcolt’s clenching ponut, Storm grunted as he slammed Jasmine back down on most of his length. The zebra femcolt felt his p-spot getting battered as Storm repeated himself over and over again, progressively getting faster with each time he lowered Jasmine onto his own dick.

“Ahn! Fuck! Me!” Jasmine demanded, getting further aroused by both Storm Surge’s claws gripping his striped ass cheeks, as well as the hippogriff’s medial ring brushing against the walls of his backdoor. He could only imagine the burning pleasure of having the hippogriff’s knot lodged inside him on top of it all. Plus hearing Gareth’s grunts as he was presumably getting off to the show only added to his skyrocketing pleasure. And for Storm Surge? Storm was watching Jasmine drooling and moaning profanities as his stretched out ponut kept taking in so much hippogriff dick, while in the corner of his vision, the sandy hippogriff watched Gareth staring longingly at the two of them while using a talon to jerk off most of his thick cock. The fact that Storm couldn’t tell if Gareth was wanting to be put in his position or Jasmine's position more was what sent the hippogriff over the edge.

Yowling, Storm Surge slammed Jasmine down on the entirety of his dick. Medial ring, knot, and all. The fat hippogriff knot popped inside Jasmine, giving the zebra femcolt one of the most intense experiences of his life as he felt the medial ring and knot brushing against his insides. His p-spot battered by such a long length, Jasmine felt stars enter his vision as he shuddered deeply from the massive length and hot seed flooding his backdoor. Even after Storm Surge was still holding him, spent of the rest of the orgasm, Jasmine placed his forehooves on the hippogriff’s sticky chest as he barely held onto consciousness. After a few minutes, the knot came out of Jasmine’s ponut as Storm removed the entirety of his dick from the zebra femcolt. Jasmine, with nothing more to physically cling onto, collapsed onto Storm as he gave into the relieving darkness of sleep…

In his own room in the dead of night, Jasmine felt something prodding him awake. Not a hoof like he would normally expect, but a talon. His eyes flickering open, Jasmine’s body jolted as he stared into the familiar green eyes of the griffon that had fucked him hours before.

“Hey, we’re going out to get food, want to come with us?” Gareth smiled through his beak. “And if you want, we can go for a few more rounds of whatever. That’s not required for the free food though…”

“Really? Yeah, I’d like that,” Jasmine clambered out of his bed, seeing Storm Surge was already waiting at the front door. As the zebra femcolt stood in between Gareth and Storm, he whined as he felt the both of them lean behind him and grope his ass cheeks with their talons and claws. “H-Hey, no fair…”

“We never said anything about no groping,” Storm Surge laughed, before letting go of Jasmine’s ass to give Gareth a sharp smack on the ass. The dark gray and blue griffon yelped with a deep blush through his dark feathers before opening the door.

“L-Let’s just get on with getting something proper to eat…” Gareth protested, though Jasmine admired the dark blue furry ass that the griffon had as the three of them walked out with the zebra locking the door behind him. He was surprised to come across a pair of guys that were actually banging each other, most likely, and wondered what kind of antics the two bird studs got to when it was just the two of them…