Author's Note

Contains small dom/big sub sex, mentioned M/F sex, massages, blowjobs, clawjobs, anal, fingering, seduction, breaking stoicism, loud sex, best friends with benefits, and switch dynamics!

Small Griff on Big Griff Action

Back in Equestria, pulling a big wagon full of supplies such as their weapons and stuff for camping out, Gareth panted moving such a heavy weight while Storm Surge flew not too high up as he surveyed the terrain ahead of them. Staring ahead and seeing a spacious clearing at the end of the path they were on, Storm Surge glanced down at Gareth as he called out to him.

“Hey Gareth!” Storm shouted. “Let’s stop at the clearing up ahead for the night, tomorrow we can finish our journey to Canterlot.”

While there were plenty of trains to take them to Canterlot, the amount of stuff that the two bird dudes intended to bring required them to use their own form of transportation. And considering Storm’s far more lithe figure, that left the bulky griffon to pull everything with breaks here and there. The dark blue sky was already upon them, the twinkling stars and aching muscles reminding Gareth of how badly he wanted to stop pulling the heavy wagon. After another half hour of pulling the wagon, Gareth stopped at the clearing that Storm had flown ahead to. Smirking at Gareth, Storm watched as the dark gray and blue griffon groaned as he unhooked the wagon from his body, slumping onto the dirt and gasping for air.

“You…are setting up the tent,” Gareth groaned even though Storm Surge had already flown onto the wagon to start grabbing the supplies. Only for a sweet and clever hippogriff such as Storm would Gareth bother shouldering all the heavy work, and glancing over his shoulder to see the hippogriff teasingly swaying his small griff butt made it very much worth it. Storm flew back onto the ground with the tent as he began setting it up, while Gareth eventually scrambled onto all fours to grab the supplies to place into the tent once it was finished. Back when the two mercenaries were rookies, they had left all their supplies in their wagon and out in the open. That went about as well as they should’ve expected, waking up only to find that all their supplies were gone. This time, Gareth knew better as he carried the boxes of stuff into the tent where he and his buddy would be spending the night. And on top of that, both Gareth and Storm planned on doing a full inventory of their supplies before going to sleep and after waking up.

Each time Gareth entered the tent with another box or two of their weapons, he witnessed Storm Surge simply laying on the floor of the tent with a big smirk and a light blush.

“Why aren’t you helping?” Gareth asked. “You usually at least pretend you're pulling a fair share of boxes into the tent.”

“My mind is a little more…occupied with other stuff, that night with Jasmine sure was nice, wasn’t it?” Storm fluttered his eyelashes at Gareth, even though the big griffon had already turned around to get more stuff with a shrug. He wouldn’t say it to his best friend, but Gareth constantly fantasized about that particular night. Since their work was never done, Gareth and Storm Surge had remained constantly busy traveling or selling ever since. Getting the rest of the boxes from the wagon and placing them next to Storm, Gareth grabbed the nearest pillow and laid on it with a loud groan.

“You alright?” Storm asked.

“Yeah, just a long trip that I made,” Gareth rolled his eyes, though instead of hearing Storm Surge make fun of him, he felt the lithe hippogriff snicker as he climbed onto the buff bird-cat.

“Aww, you’re right,” Storm leaned forward, the hot breath from his beak tickling Gareth’s neck as he pressed his claws against his best friend’s rugged shoulders. “I’m sorry, I should be more sensitive about how much effort you give. Can I make it up to you and give you a massage before we check the inventory?”

“Oh Celestia, that would be amazing,” Gareth felt his headache subsiding, replaced with a longing warmth in his body to have someone else’s claws work the knots in his back. Sure enough, Storm Surge got to work and began to work on the tense parts of his back. Gareth slumped his head against the ground and sighed, closing his eyes and beginning to feel less tense with each movement his hippogriff friend made. After a few minutes of his mind fading into the sensation, he felt Storm crawl off his back and poke his face.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now,” Storm quipped. “You know that we still have to take inventory, right?”

“Oh, right,” Gareth shook his head as he got up and approached the boxes. Together, him and Storm Surge opened the boxes briefly to make sure they kept track of everything they brought in the wagon. As Gareth looked over his shoulder at Storm, who seemed quieter than usual, he blushed as he saw the hippogriff’s tail flagged. With his bright red tail flagged, Storm revealed his growing erection to Gareth and his ponut as well. Feeling heat flushed throughout his own body, Gareth started to think of a plan. Clearly neither of them had forgotten about that fateful night that their dry spells were briefly sated by that generously naughty femcolt, but Jasmine wasn’t with them to provide a pair of holes this time. Grunting as he turned around and walked up to Storm’s side, Gareth glanced down at him.

“Something tells me that we both keep thinking about Jasmine for a reason,” Gareth muttered. “Suppose you’re not just thinking about Jasmine from that night either…”

“Well, I did help with your tension~” Storm admitted, flickering his red tail against Gareth’s back before turning towards his best friend and fluttering his eyelashes at the big griffon. “Suppose if you were interested in helping me out, that would be wonderful…”

Before Gareth could ask for specifics, given that the two had switched positions for who gave and who received, Storm Surge jumped onto the box and sat his little hippogriff butt on it. Splaying his hind legs out and revealing his half-erect brown hippogriff length hardening before Gareth, Storm smirked down at the dark gray and blue griffon.

“Surely such a big griffon such as yourself wouldn’t mind servicing widdle ol’ me?” Storm snickered, grabbing his own dick with one claw as he stroked himself off while staring at Gareth. The two had engaged in nearly anything and everything with each other, and one of the acts that the hippogriff enjoyed the most was getting such a strong studly griffon such as Gareth to submit himself to the much smaller bird creature. Storm knew he didn’t have the body of a dom, but also knew that one could better dom with their mind if they put in the effort. There was a certain level of perverse joy in getting Gareth to slowly submit more and more as the night went on. And with Gareth’s bright green eyes glued onto Storm’s dick already, the hippogriff knew that it would be a lot easier than usual.

“I suppose I could help you out,” Gareth whispered, climbing halfway onto the closed box as he placed his giant talons on the corners of said box. Hovering his fat gray beak over Storm’s long yet thinner cock, Gareth breathed hot air onto him for a few moments until the hippogriff removed his own claw from his dick. No point in masturbating with another stud to take care of him, after all. Placing his claws at his side and leaning back a little, Storm Surge savored watching Gareth carefully placing his beak over the hippogriff’s balls without piercing them with the sharp edge of his beak. Opening his beak, Gareth’s thick tongue slid out as he began slathering Storm’s balls. It was one thing to have an easily submissive femcolt such as Jasmine do it without skipping a beat, but something about having the big grizzly Gareth slowly submitting caused Storm to shudder as his cock bobbed to its full erection. Gareth began sucking on each of Storm’s balls the best he could with a beak in the way, before pulling back and licking Storm’s dick from the base to the tip. When Gareth’s tongue grazed the medial ring, Storm gave a shaky moan as he stared into the griffon’s green eyes before he opened his beak wide at the tip. Gareth took a couple of deep breaths, before stretching his beak open even wider as he moved down onto Storm’s dick.

Storm stared in awe as Gareth took the first few inches of hippogriff dick down his throat, watching as the dark gray and blue griffon closed his eyes and breathed through his nostrils as he reached the medial ring. Storm watched as Gareth placed his big talon around the rest of the hippogriff’s dick before properly putting himself to work. Bobbing his beak up and down on the first half of Storm Surge’s cock while using his talon to jerk off the bottom half, Gareth only stopped to spit on his talon before returning to jerking the hippogriff off. Feeling both the warm mouth of his best friend and his eager talon moving up and down, Storm closed his eyes and bathed in the waves of pleasure that he didn’t expect at all. He was almost certain that Gareth wasn’t going to be interested in scratching the hippogriff’s dominant itch anytime soon, especially after railing the zebra femcolt as hard as he did, but Gareth did have a tendency of surprising Storm. The hippogriff gripped the box even harder with his claws as he began bucking his hips back and forth, squawking with excitement as he gave in to the pleasure Gareth was providing. As Storm suspected, he wasn’t going to be completely content with just a blowjob even if he did cum. Not with how many times the hippogriff caught himself ogling Gareth’s big griffon backside and remembering the distant feeling of his medial ring slipping inside. Of properly knotting the griffon and hearing Gareth’s deep-voiced and remarkably sexy moans as he caved to the hippogriff’s clever tricks.

Gareth kept jerking off his hippogriff friend, with the motions initially starting off as routine to help Storm Surge. But like every time before, his own submissive sins got the better of him as he whiffed Storm’s musk and tried to steady the movements of his talon from the hippogriff’s base to his medial ring. Most importantly, Gareth made sure not to have the sharp tip of his beak graze Storm’s sensitive length while still blowing him. The entire juggling act was not helped by Storm bucking his hips back and forth like a colt on prom night either, and Gareth didn’t realize just how excited Storm was at remembering their time with Jasmine, until the dark gray and blue griffon was caught off guard by the spurt of cum shooting into the back of his throat. Then another of Storm’s hot seed spurted into Gareth’s throat, and the griffon dropped his talon from his best friend’s dick as he surged forward and nearly hilted the beast in his mouth and throat. The sudden deepthroat caused Storm to lose his composure as he cried out for any passersby to hear, followed by another sudden jolt of jizz pouring into Gareth’s stomach before his orgasm continued at its normal pace. Gareth closed his eyes, focused deeply on remaining still and ignoring the ache from holding his beak so widely open until he felt Storm’s orgasm stop entirely.

“Oooooh yes, oh fuck,” Storm sighed with a deep shudder throughout his lithe body, watching as Gareth swiftly unsheathed his beak and throat from the hippogriff’s softening cock. “Thank you Gareth, that was beautiful. You do a wonderful job as always, my friend.”

“Thanks, Stormy,” Gareth blushed as the occasional term of endearment slipped out of his beak, what was with him? Briefly engaging with his submissive side, and he was already craving more? Coughing into his clenched talon, Gareth shook his head as he turned away from Storm Surge. “Um, we still got a few more boxes to check thoroughly…”

“Oh, right,” Storm giggled, blushing himself as he stood on the box before jumping off it. “Certainly would hate to keep this going, and fuck too many times to get a proper night’s sleep…”

Gareth felt his fur rise a little at Storm Surge’s suggestion, imagining all the ways that his much smaller yet much smarter friend could dominate the big griffon into a panting mess. He certainly felt like he proved himself to be a powerful dom during that fateful night with Jasmine, but that didn’t mean that Storm couldn’t switch up the dynamic and rail Gareth like he was a femcolt. The image of Gareth having his hindlegs pushed back towards his head while his clever friend plowed him, made him suddenly aware of his own thick cock between his legs. Waiting until Storm walked past him to another set of boxes in the spacious tent, snickering as he flicked his bright red tail against the big griff stud’s face, Gareth moved his head between his own forelegs and nearly bumped his beak against the fat tip of his full erection. Gareth could only imagine that his cock was rising to its stiff and full erection while he was getting lost in blowing his best friend, and felt slightly aroused at the fact that he didn’t quite care about his own orgasm during the blowjob. Pulling his head back out from underneath his chest, Gareth glanced at Storm humming softly while opening another box and surveying its contents. Pulling out various swords, shields, and other equipment briefly before sticking the merchandise back in, Storm gave his best friend a generous show of his own merchandise.

Having his long bright red tail moved to the side, Storm had his ponut and more importantly to Gareth in that moment, his balls and mostly flaccid cock visible to the big griffon. Gareth felt a bit sluttier than usual, feeling conscious of his own backdoor clenching away at nothing as he imagined Storm pounding out orgasm after orgasm in his own excitement. Waiting a few more moments to make sure Storm was continuing down the row of boxes without looking over his shoulder at what his friend was up to, Gareth licked his talon, lifted a foreleg, and quietly moved it behind his back until he hit the jackpot. Feeling a shiver from what he was about to sneakily to, definitely not wanting to get caught and definitely being discreet, Gareth held his breath as he felt two digits from his talon sink into his own backdoor.

Maybe if you ask nicely, he’ll fuck you like he fucked Jasmine that other night. Maybe he’ll rail you loud enough to get you to scream. All the locals can know there’s a slut getting his ass pounded without knowing exactly who it was. Would they assume it was the slightly flamboyant hippogriff with his quips? Or would they know it was the blushing gentle giant that barely says a word to them, because if he does, they’ll know what a sub he was the night before?

The two digits that Gareth slipped into his backdoor pistoned back and forth, with him even slipping a third in as he nearly had his whole talon inside. His digits were fortunately trimmed for such a lewd and spontaneous act, and Gareth covered his own talon with his lion tail should Storm glance at him. Though doing so was a moot attempt, because the hippogriff could still see his outstretched foreleg from many other angles. Probably if he looked at Gareth right where he was! He watched as Storm moved down the boxes, staring intently at them before glancing over his shoulder.

“Gareth, are you alright? You seemed to have gotten qui-oh my,” Storm Surge’s eyes widened as he brought a claw to his beak. “Eager to receive more, are we? What was it that did you in? Was it the fact that you were whiffing my musk, going down on my long cock, or just staring at my balls from behind?”

“Or…” Storm snickered as he turned around, abandoning the boxes entirely as he walked towards and stared up at the big griffon. “Was it that you wanted to take a backseat for a change? The big griffon wants to let go for a while, leave someone else in charge?”

“That would be n-nice,” Gareth blushed heavily now, the three digits that he was plunging back and forth into his backdoor had stopped entirely as he was waiting for Storm to act. Still, he didn’t pull out his talon as he enjoyed his backdoor clenching on his digits. Fucking all kinds of mares, femcolts, and Storm was all well and good, but the hippogriff was completely right in his assumptions. Gareth did want a break from that every once in a while, did want to be the one pursued and desired so passionately. Taking a deep breath, Gareth relaxed as he was staring into the deep smirk of his best friend’s face. He was lucky to have someone so close to do this with, and Gareth smiled as his shoulders relaxed. “What do you want me to do now?”

“Well, getting those digits out of your butt would be a great start,” Storm laughed, watching as Gareth pulled out from touching himself as he brought his foreleg back to his side. “And considering what I just caught you doing, it seems that you’re plenty prepared to take me inside. Just what position should I start with…?”

“Um-”

“I’m deciding,” Storm giggled. “Last time I checked, you wanted to take a backseat for someone else to call the shots, right?”

“Yes, Storm,” Gareth nodded, his thick griffon cock slapping against his belly as he awaited what his best friend had in store for the both of them. Storm placed his own claw over his beak as he contemplated what he wanted to do for a few more moments. Gareth stared back at him, nervous if he’d perform half as effectively as Jasmine, and yet excited at the idea of performing in his own unique way. Storm licked his own beak as he smirked deeply with his increasingly dominant lust.

“I would like you to lay out on the tent floor, try to hold your lion paws with your talons as best you can,” Storm explained. “You already know what to expect, Gareth. So unless you’re ready for your best friend to pound your birdy butt in every position possible, I suggest you back out now~”

Gareth was almost tempted to challenge the snarky hippogriff back, to laugh and say that there was no way the much smaller stud could truly dominate him. But they both knew that would be a lie, and his normally thick bitchbreaker would be reduced to a useless bobbing appendage while Storm railed him into a cumming mess. So instead he quietly laid on his back, taking deep breaths and feeling his empty backdoor clenching away at nothing. His wings stretched out from his back as they also rested comfortably on the floor, extending his hindlegs closer to his face so that he could grab his lion paws with his talons and hold them in place so that he was spread eagle for his best friend. Storm stood there, feeling his cock getting completely hard at the lewd sight that Gareth put on for him. He had fully expected Gareth to be fantasizing about their last threesome just like he was, but seeing the big burly griffon wanting to be in Jasmine’s place was beyond a surprise. Though Storm Surge took the surprise plans like a seapony took to the water, as he trotted up to Gareth and groped the griffon’s blue furry cheeks with his claws. Staring at Gareth’s puckering backdoor and fat balls was a delight that tempted him enough beyond the point of foreplay. The needy griffon had to be claimed beyond the point of thinking, so Storm slipped his forelegs past Gareth’s raised hindlegs, lining up his erect hippogriff cock’s tip to his best friend’s backdoor. Storm stared into Gareth’s eyes, drinking in the griffon’s quiet and all-to-telling deep red blush, before leaning closer and exhaling his hot breath on the big bird’s face.

“Ready?” Storm snickered, his expression and his voice dripping with well-deserved smugness, and that was the start of Gareth’s undoing. His unfolding desire for submissiveness to the clever Storm Surge, the losing battle to try and pretend that he didn’t want to experience what it was like for Jasmine. To be completely used and subservient to the dom in charge, such a beautiful way to lose control and give yourself completely to another even if purely for lust. There was never an easier question to answer, and a better partner to trust in that moment, as Gareth nodded his head and felt Storm try and penetrate him right from the get go. The two had enough carnal moments of pleasure to not need to make sure they knew what the other liked, if they were going too hard or too soft. Storm knew damn well that it wasn’t a time to be slow or coy, not with Gareth as hard as a brick with his hole already briefly played with. With an additional burst of effort in his push, Storm groaned with extra pleasure as he felt himself pop the tip of his cock inside Gareth and properly penetrated the griffon’s tush.

“Oh great Celestia~” Gareth whispered, already feeling his hindlegs quivering from the act of stretching them and getting penetrated at the same time. Staring at Storm’s smug beak and hungry stare as he pushed another couple inches inside hardly helped, causing Gareth to moan a bit louder. His voice felt different, very much so from the strong griffon stud that got the zebra femcolt in a full nelson pounding his ponut. His voice felt like it was weakening as he was caving both his body and mind to what Storm Surge wanted. Even if Gareth was the stronger one by a big margin, he knew that his smaller hippogriff friend had the cunning nature to pull all the sexual strings if he wanted to. And he currently was, almost about to push his medial ring inside of the big griffon. Gareth closed his eyes, taking deep breaths with it having been a while since he was the receiver of a stud. He was washed with hot warm pleasure, slowly but surely giving up his idea of what a griffon was supposed to be and accepting what it meant to be Gareth.

Then, with a little more additional pressure, Storm Surge’s medial ring popped inside Gareth’s tight and recently unused backdoor up until now. Having gone a while without the hippogriff topping him, Gareth’s asshole had gradually returned to its tight and untrained state, though he knew that Storm was going to quickly fix that with the crash course in receiving over the course of the night. Gareth could only imagine how maddening it would be to soon have Storm’s medial ring inside him as well as the hippogriff’s fat knot, and that desire wasn’t even acknowledging the near foot of hippogriff cock that would be plunging his insides over and over again.

“Train my hole,” Gareth groaned, watching as Storm slipped out his medial ring and the rest of his cock except the tip, which remained in the panting griffon’s clenching backdoor until Storm swiftly honored his best friend’s request. Slamming most of his length back inside, Storm savored the needy twitch in Gareth’s widened eyes before sinking another inch inside his griffon friend. The thrusts, while swift, had a few seconds in between each one to adjust Gareth to the sensation of bottoming all over again. Plus, Storm savored the sight of Gareth’s fully erect cock bobbing back and forth as he moaned with each thrust. If the big dark gray and blue griffon was already losing it from the feeling of gentle thrusts, Storm could only imagine how loud he would get from getting the cum fucked out of him.

“Feel your hole trained enough for the harder part?” Storm giggled at his wordplay, still rocking his hips back and forth as he watched Gareth’s needy face with a deep blush.

“Y-Yes, please, more!” Gareth squawked, clamping his beak shut after raising his voice loud enough for any passerby to hear. And his own unused cock spilled a bit of pre-cum at his lewd blunder, his stretched out hindlegs trembled as Storm’s tip remained still in his backdoor till the hippogriff slammed most of his length back in. Gareth originally thought that his dear friend was going to return to the same pace as normal. But that wasn’t what happened, Gareth should’ve known that for all of Storm’s teasing, the hippogriff meant what he said most of the time. Storm began pulling out and thrust back in but even faster than before, plapping the griffon’s tush with vigor and grunts as he caved to his lust just the same as Gareth. The dark gray and blue griffon closed his eyes, feeling the hard thickness of his best friend’s long cock moving back and forth with the intense pressure that grew more in his backdoor. The p-spot, a part of Gareth’s backdoor that had been long neglected from his time as a dom, was being unexpectedly battered over and over again as he surrendered himself to Storm’s plans for him. He was a hole for Storm’s pleasure, a mushy brain for the hippogriff to meld to his liking, and at least for the night, Gareth didn’t want it any other way. How else would he go on to be an effective dom if he didn’t know how it felt to receive and what worked for the sub?

“You’re not squawking and cumming all over yourself,” Storm shook his head, still jackhammering as he scowled down at Gareth. “You think you’re some hot shot, better at domming than me, don't you? I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll wake me up every morning blowing my dick, don’t think that I won’t!”

Storm growled as he closed his eyes, shutting up entirely from his normal cunning quips and stinging teases, pressing his claws further against the tent floor as he savagely bucked his hips back and forth with gasps and pants. The smaller hippogriff may’ve not been built to be a dom to such a bigger creature, but his words and following through on them delivered a devastating effect to the big griffon. Gareth threw his head back, his normally deep voice raised by several octaves as he shuddered and briefly released his lion paws from his talons as he squawked to the sky and came. A hot shot of white seed spurted on his own chest, his stomach, and a particular lengthy one hit him right in the face while his eyes closed. Cumming all over himself without Storm stopping caused Gareth to be further turned on by the dicking that he was so relentlessly receiving. Two extra spurts of his own cum landed on his own body before his orgasm stopped, though the carnal attack on his p-spot didn’t relent in the slightest. Gareth almost thought he was going to have a second orgasm right off the bat when the peaked arousal subsided a little, though he couldn’t think clearly anymore because Storm wouldn’t quit in his sudden spike of rut-lust. In a sandy brown and red blur, Storm Surge pistoned his long hippogriff cock in and out of Gareth’s progressively more stretched out backdoor.

“Nnngh!” Storm growled as he felt himself getting faster towards a release with the more his greedily took his best friend’s tush over and over again, blushing just as hard as Gareth was at being allowed to fuck the griffon so hard and fast. Having missed the feeling of Jasmine’s ponut clenching on his dick, Storm felt like they weren’t going to get much sleep with how many loads of hippogriff seed he wanted to get inside his friend’s ass. Gareth’s gruff attitude, melting away to deep moans and squawks, shifted to something else entirely. Something that the smaller hippogriff didn’t expect, as Gareth attempted to be more whorish than he actually was. Watching the proud and normally stoic big griffon stud’s eyes roll to the back of his head, while moving his talons off his lion paws, Storm’s thrusts slightly slowed down as he watched Gareth attempt a flexible maneuver. Getting his talons on his furry ass cheeks, pulling them apart to further stretch out his backdoor, Gareth’s beak opened as drool slipped out of his mouth.

“Fuck me!” Gareth cried out, his deep voice broken by his own transforming sluttiness, giving into Storm in both body and mind. Storm squawked as his thrusts returned to their fiery and unrelenting state, taking in the bigger griff’s loss of composure till he wasn’t even acting with any dignity anymore. No semblance of having been a dom, and the broken state of Gareth’s need was what broke Storm’s mind as well. There was nothing else but the desire of Storm claiming Gareth over and over again, and he nearly reached his orgasm as he imagined taking his much bigger friend in front of the mares and femcolts that they fucked in the future. Degrading the big griffon so that even in the company of others, Gareth knew his place.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” Storm gasped. “You’d love to be plowed in front of mares wouldn’t you?! While one is riding you, I can slam my cock into you! You wouldn’t know if you’re blowing your load because of the mare or because of me!”

“Yes, Storm Surge!” Gareth squawked, his stretched out wings at his sides flapping up and down as his pupils shrunk with the piercing excitement that rang throughout his body at the thought. He could be utterly dominated by the smaller hippogriff stud while the mare bounced up and down on his cock, though they would need to pick out a mare that was more understanding of that kind of situation. They were barely able to get away with making out with the many straight mares that they had threesomes with, especially since some of them found it hot. But fucking each other while fucking the mare would require a mare that was more open-minded, and didn’t get pissed off at the two paying so much attention to each. Those were plans to make the next morning, preferably after they got all their work done in Canterlot, but Storm’s plan was to further break in the griffon. He was reaching his breaking point as Gareth squawked loudly, attempting to twerk his furry cheeks as he begged. “Fucking fill me up, blow your load inside of me and then fuck your own cum out of me again!”

Hearing Gareth’s loud and thunderous voice wilting away into the metaphorical chains of submission, speaking merely what his lust wanted as opposed to actually using his brain, brought Storm Surge to his breaking point. Moving forward, inches of his hippogriff dick including the medial ring slipping back into Gareth’s backdoor, Storm snarled as he managed to pop his fat hippogriff knot inside of the dark gray and blue griffon’s backdoor. Being completely hilted inside of Gareth, medial ring/knot and all, Storm savored the satisfied gasp of the big griffon as he came rope after rope of his seed into the griffon’s backdoor. Gareth’s wide eyes faded out into a half-lidded twitch as he barely managed to stay consciously awake. His hindlegs had long since fallen back on the floor as he panted from the harsh fucking, still feeling Storm’s entire length inside him. He savored the few moments he would get of having Storm’s hippogriff dick inside, from the bumpy ring in the middle to the fat knot that was barely inside his backdoor. He was super lucky to have such a like-minded best friend, one that was also bisexual and understood his desire both to fuck and be fucked.

Though as Storm managed to slip his entire dick out of Gareth’s backdoor, the hippogriff took a step back and patted his best friend’s butt. Then, Storm turned around and left for a moment, returning with a bottle of water.

“Alright, Gareth, drink up and take your deep breaths,” Storm snickered as he further gave into the role of giving orders, smirking wider as he watched the big griffon quickly scramble onto all fours as he grabbed the water bottle with his talon and ripped the top off with his big beak. While Gareth was still chugging the entire water bottle’s contents, Storm giggled at the bigger bird’s still erect and twitching wings from their fucking session. On top of that, with Gareth’s head turned up and his eyes closed as he focused on chugging the water, Storm took the opportunity to lower his head and glance in between the griffon’s hindlegs. With his griffon cock still as hard as a brick, likely because Gareth was about to have a second orgasm and just didn’t get to by the time the clever hippogriff had hilted him and blown his own load. After a few more moments, Gareth threw the empty water bottle and took a gasping breath. Storm then glanced at the griffon’s big gray talons, starting to miss them gripping his thinner yet longer hippogriff cock.

“Hey big boy, you may be hard and ready to pop, but I just came,” Storm explained as Gareth’s eyes refocused on him with their deep lust and profuse blushing on his cheeks. He could tell his bigger best friend was in a state to do whatever Storm Surge had asked, and the smaller hippogriff patted Gareth’s head as he then turned to the side and cocked one leg up. Displaying his softening length to Gareth, Storm batted his eyelashes as the griffon. “Be a dear and use those big talons of yours to get me hard again~? Then you can get in an easier position this time, resting your forelegs on that box over there while I take that ass of yours doggy style~”

Gareth stumbled over to Storm Surge in his cum-drunkenness, both from having came and from having his best friend cum inside of him. But he had no hesitation or subtlety in his mind now, as Gareth spat a lot of saliva onto his big talon before stroking off his best friend. Storm lowered his cocked up leg, returning to standing on all fours as he closed his eyes and happily hummed to Gareth so easily serving him. It was extraordinarily easy to be big and strong, and dominate your partners with your Celestia-given strength into drooling messes. But to be as lithe as he was, and still dominate his partner into a squawking mess that cums all over themselves? Well, that was priceless, and whether it was with Gareth or another partner they found, Storm looked forward to fucking the cum out of a eager submissive again~

And as Gareth stroked Storm Surge to his full erection, then lumbering over to the nearest box and resting his forelegs on it as he teased the hippogriff with his twerking griffon ass, Storm knew that he would get to experience that eager submissive again. Opening his wings and flying over Gareth, the hippogriff placed his claws over Gareth’s big ass cheeks before lining up the tip of his cock to the griffon’s stretched out backdoor. Couldn’t hurt to get a bit more practice, right?

Then, he penetrated the big dark gray and blue griffon as Gareth took advantage of having half his weight on the box, moaning loudly as Storm took him from behind. Even though he didn’t have a lot of lube, save for the bit of saliva that he put in there, the slight amount of pain mixing with the pleasure did wonders for him and his fully erect cock. He knew that Storm was likely to edge him this time, evoke more loud squawks as he further succumbed to the delicious pleasure of his hippogriff best friend fucking the cum out of him.

And for that night, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way…