Cock of the Walk

“Hey, Gallus!” a familiar voice called out.

Gallus looked over his shoulder, spotted Silverstream trotting up behind him, and knit his brow. “Ssssssh.”

“Oh right,” she gasped, clamping a foreclaw over her beak.

Unable to keep himself from smiling, he shook his head. Out of all his classmates at the School of Friendship, Silverstream was one of his favorites - sure, he liked all of them a ton, but her happy-go-lucky demeanor and cheerful attitude was infectious. He slipped from his chair and turned to face her, actually a bit relieved by the distraction from his studies.

“Gallus,” she hissed, leaning in and keeping her voice low. “I need to talk to you about something super important.”

Pinching the bridge of his beak, he closed his eyes. “Silver, it’s a library - yeah, we should be quiet, but it’s not like -”

“Oh good,” she interrupted, laughing and drawing the baleful eye of the librarian. “So can we - um - step outside for a second?”

He shrugged and glanced back to his textbook. “As long as it doesn’t take too long. I swear, if I don’t bone up on this sleight of hoof stuff, I’m gonna fail Trixie’s class…”

“Snrk - bone up,” Silver snickered. Hastily quieting herself when the librarian angrily cleared her throat, she hitched a taloned thumb over her shoulder to the exit. “Let’s step outside. I swear this will only take a second.”

Waving to the door, he smiled. “Lead the way.”

He trailed along after her, into the hallway, and to an exit leading to one of the school’s two courtyards. While he couldn’t afford to spend too much time entertaining her, stretching his legs and getting some fresh air couldn’t hurt anything - as a matter of fact, now that he was up, he might just go get a cup of tea or coffee from the cafeteria once they were finished. Stepping out after her, into the cool evening air, he watched as she conspiratorially scanned the area.

“Something up?” he asked.

Whipping around to face him, she smirked. “So like I was saying, I needed to talk to you about - well, no, actually I need to ask you something.”

“Be my guest,” he flippantly responded. “Silver, know I don’t -”

“How big is your wiener?” she glibly inquired, cutting him off.

As he opened his beak and lifted a finger to reply, his eyes shot wide and jaw nearly hit the floor as her words sank in. “I’m sorry ~ what?”

“Your wiener, your bird-boy parts - actually, would they be cat-boy parts or bird-boy parts?” she thoughtfully mused, squinting up at the sky. “Anyways, yeah, how big is it?”

He stood motionless, taken aback by just how nonchalant she was while asking something so private. She’d never been one to shy away from anything, always speaking her mind and with a tenuous grasp of social etiquette, but that was usually part of her charm. On one claw, it was refreshing to see and hear her reactions to things that were, for all intents and purposes, mundane - on the other, depending on the circumstances, her lack of tact could be slightly jarring.

Seeing her beaming down at him, he shook his head and went to turn away. “Nope, not gonna deal with this right now.”

“Gallus, please,” she pouted, rushing around him to block his path. “It’s not like I want to see it - I mean, I do if what I heard was right, but I’m getting ahead of myself.”

Intentionally or not, she’d just let something slip. He studied her for a moment, letting the tension hang, and narrowed his eyes. “What did you hear?”

“Ok, so you can’t tell anypony about this,” she excitedly chirped before leaning in and bringing her beak to his ear. “Sandbar said you’ve got a big one - like a super big one.”

Taken off guard for the second time over a clawful of seconds, he reared back. It was true that he and Sandbar, as well as few other male classmates, occasionally showered and changed after PE, but it was it wasn’t normal for them to go eyeing one another’s junk - moreover, why in the hay had Sandbar gone and told Silverstream about his goods? Assailed by a number of questions, he snapped back to reality when the hippogriff leaned to the side and tried to glance under him.

“Hey!” he squawked, swatting at her with his wings and one claw.

“Come on,” she lamented, rolling her head back in exasperation. “If you won’t tell me, at least let me get a good look at it.”

He nearly told her to shove off and that the business of his privates was private, but he was stricken by divine inspiration. If she was so darned interested in learning about his allegedly impressive endowment, an assertion which was preposterous in and of itself, maybe she’d be willing to offer him something in return. Considering how ponies had very little in the way of modesty, and how Silver was one of the most outspoken creatures he’d ever met, he could turn the situation on its head - that or he’d scare her off with a taste of her own medicine.

“If you wanna see mine,” he began, locking eyes with her, “you gotta show me yours first.”

Cocking her head to one side, she wheeled around and threw her wings back. “Sure, ok, I can do -”

“Not here!” he shouted, averting his gaze while she shamelessly pressed her chest to the ground and lifted her waist.

“Then where?” she countered, straightening up and quirking a brow.

He glowered at her, in spite of the redness creeping into his cheeks, and threw his wings up. “How am I supposed to know?”

“Hmmm,” she hummed, rubbing her chin. “I guess we could go to my room.”

“I…” he trailed off, only then realizing how badly he’d just messed up.

Caught up in the moment, unprepared for the peculiar question, he’d inadvertently fallen into her clutches. Trying to stall her would only delay the inevitable, leading to her hounding him for days or possibly even weeks until he’d given her what she wanted - on the other claw, following along after her for spontaneous peep show would be both embarrassing and hinder his attempts to study. He’d screwed up royally, and there would be no easy way to fix it.

Clamping his eyes shut, he hung his head. “We can go to your room, but we need to make it fast.”

Though he wasn’t looking at her, he could hear just how thrilled she was. “Okay! Come on, I’ll make it super-duper fast!”

She extended her wings and took to the skies, soaring off in the direction of the dormitory wing and leaving him to languish in the courtyard. Great, just bucking perfect - not only had he unwittingly agreed to show off his junk to one of his closest friends, but she’d casually accepted to display her nethers to him for the trouble. Taking to the air, though not nearly as enthusiastically as Silver, he flew toward her room.

The flight was short, only taking a few minutes, yet his anxiety steadily rose with each passing second. He’d never overtly given anypony a good view of his naughty bits, making him preemptively embarrassed. It was one thing to be around students and teachers who rarely wore anything whatsoever, but it was completely different to intentionally exhibit one’s self to another. Seeing the pink blur wiz through an open window, he steeled himself for what was to come.

“Alright,” he groused, flapping his wings and touching down on her carpet, “let’s get this over with.”

He’d been in her room many times before, having studied with her on several occasions, yet the familiar environment gave him no comfort this time. Seeing her standing at the foot of her bed, expectantly beaming from ear to ear, he swallowed hard. He wasn’t excited in the slightest - in fact, the stress of what he was about to do made his endowment even less impressive than it was normally!

She inched closed, making him take a small step back, and waved a claw. “Well…?”

“Silver,” sighed, “listen, this isn’t easy.”

“Why not?” she quipped. “Sandbar showed me his package the other day and he wasn’t the slightest bit nervous about it!”

“First of all, I’m not Sandbar,” he huffed. “Secondly, unlike ponies, we don’t just flaunt our hoo-has to anycreature if they ask!”

“Yeah, but - Oooooooh,” she breathed, stricken by some unfathomable revelation.

Praying she would let him off the hook, he tentatively smiled. “Yeah, now you -”

“Oh right! You wanted me to show mine first,” she tittered. “Hey, no, I totally get you there! If looking at my marehood means you get a little inspiration to perform,” she paused and waggled her eyebrows, “I’ll be more than happy to help.”

He wanted to tell her she was an idiot, that she’d completely missed the point and jumped to an even more slatternly conclusion, but he remained silent and shook his head. Equestrian - for all their strengths, abilities, and kindness, they were some of the most indecent species on the planet. Unlike griffons, the ponies and their close neighbors had perilously few reservations about discussing or even doing things that should have been kept to a bedroom, but it couldn’t be helped.

“So any requests?” she pressed.

“Requests for what?” he croaked. “For buck’s sake, it’s not like we’re doing anything but looking!”

Affixing him with a heavily-lidded gaze, she winked. “For now…”

He looked around himself then to the bed, genuinely at a loss for what she was getting at. “I dunno ~ maybe do something sexy?”

Seeing as how he was in the lion’s den, he may as well make the most of the situation. Had he planned on paying her a visit and getting a sensual show? No. Was he looking forward to letting her look at his equipment and likely yammer on about how fuzzy his balls were or how his sheath wasn’t like a hippogriff’s? No. Could he get a pleasant view of her striking a provocative pose? Yes - at least he hoped so.

“I have just the thing!” she exclaimed. “Alright, close your eyes and give me just a second.”

Dragging his claw over his face, he groaned. “Silver, what happened to making it fa-”

“It’ll be fast if you close your eyes!” she tutted. “Trust me, you’re gonna like it.”

He did as she asked, shutting his eyes and going so far as to cover his face with his wings. One of the more peculiar things about Silver was that it was hard for him to tell what she’d do at any given time - apropos, her showing up out of the blue and asking him about his naughty bits. Hearing the bed creek, he subconsciously turned his head in the direction of the sound.

After a moment, the silence in the room was broken by her giggling. “You can open your eyes now…”

“Silver, I swear to…”

The words caught in his throat, his heart skipped a beat, and his mouth went dry as he peeked out and saw what she’d done. Sprawled on her side, with her head resting on a pillow and one hind leg lewdly cocked, she flapped a wing at him. Her slender waist, modest teats, and the dark, hairless flesh of her marehood were all unabashedly displayed, though it was the proud, downright sensual look on her face that sent a shiver up his spine.

She lowered and ran a wingtip down her chest, between her breasts, and to her loins, keeping her eyes on him all the while. “So does this tickle your pickle - you know, I always thought that…”

While a part of him could hear her yammering on, going off on some wild tangent about how phallic cucumbers were, her words went in one ear and out the other. She was an attractive creature by any metric, tall, well built, and with a figure that most models would kill for, but he’d never seen her in such an erotic way before. As he gazed upon her in abject awe, she reached down and coolly spread her sex.

“Cat got your tongue?” she purred. “In your case, I guess it’d be a cat-bird, but - Holy cow!”

Shaken from his stupor by her shocked expression and sudden outburst, he followed her gaze and froze. At some point or another, though he hadn’t said anything, his impulses had betrayed him. Growing larger by the second, his crimson length steadily hardened and emerged from its sheath.

He lifted a hind leg and threw one wing back in a desperate attempt to cover himself while his blush returned with a vengeance. “D…don’t look at it!”

With a look on her face, she tore her eyes off his crotch and peered over at his face. “Why?”

Without a reasonable answer to give her, he scrunched his beak. “B…because!”

“Because why? Because you’ve got a monster dong?” she laughed, kneading her sex more enthusiastically than she had been moments prior.

Her comment struck him as odd and did nothing to calm his frazzled nerves - nevertheless, her choice of words was interesting to say the least. “It’s not that big…”

“Is too!” she insisted, shifting and slipping two digits into herself. “For real, that might be the biggest weiner I’ve ever seen - shoot, it’s even bigger than Sunburst’s!”

“Bull,” he groused in disbelief.

“No, seriously, it is!” she declared.

Questions on how and why she knew how big Sunburst’s stallionhood was aside, her flattery tempered his apprehension. She wasn’t one to lie, being candid even when it wasn’t called for, so he had to assume she was being truthful. Glancing down her frame and briefly watching her continuing to get herself off he gulped.

Withdrawing her foreleg and bringing her claws to her snout, she licked one of her digits clean. “You know, I was thinking…”

“T…thinking what?” he sputtered as his arousal gradually eclipsed his misgivings.

“Since we’re both here, how about we do each other a little favor?” she cooed. “I’ve never been with a griffon before, and I don’t think you’ve ever gotten frisky with a hippogriff, so why don’t we have a little cultural exchange?”

As she pushed herself up and stepped to the side of the bed, leaving the center of the mattress open, his mind began to race. “R…r…right now?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, patting the blanket. “With as hard as you were staring, don’t tell me you’re not interested.”

He’d had no plans of punching his v-card with a different species on a whim, yet his amorous compulsions were too much to bear. Stepping over and onto the bed, he hesitated. “So do I -”

Grabbing him by the shoulders and shoving him onto the mattress, she leapt up and landed with her hooves to either side of his head. “Let’s start with something simple…”

He gazed up longingly at her winking, slavering marehood and numbly nodded. As she slowly lowered herself, straddling him and bringing her nethers to his face, his mouth started to water. Drawing a breath through his nose, his face awash in the warmth radiating from her loins, he shivered when her scent struck him.

Ordinarily speaking, Silver smelled pretty good, sort of like a mixture of berries and cream, yet the fragrance wafting from her marehood was on an entirely different level. Thick and powerful, the bouquet of her marehood resonated with the primal parts of his brain. Lifting his head and following his instincts, he ran his tongue up her thigh and to her goods.

If her aroma was enticing, the flavor of her arousal was captivating. Sweet and slightly briny, her nectar bathed his palate and gave him all the inspiration he needed to continue. His wings shot up to her sides, caressing her softly, and his claws gently clutched her waist as he dove in and feasted upon her.

Her hushed moan of approval was stirring, filling him with confidence, but she quickly put her beak to better use. Pressing her cheek to his length, she kissed her way from the base of his shaft to his tool’s spear-like tip. Though the bit of affection was more of a tease than anything, her touch sent bolts of pleasure coursing through him.

Locked in a sixty-nine, they explored one another while weathering their bliss. Gallus couldn’t speak for her, assuming she had more experience than him with sexual affairs, but he had to fight to hold himself back. While he couldn’t have guessed that his afternoon would take such a lustful turn, his hopes of having an all-night cram session took on a significantly more carnal light.

As quickly as she’d started, Silver bolted up and jumped from off him. Her move was so sudden and jarring that he laid motionless and looked up at the ceiling. They’d only been at it for a few seconds, the whole thing had been her idea, and now she’d hit the brakes before they’d really gotten into it! Turning his attention to her, he flinched when something soft landed on his chest.

“Beak guard,” she explained, opening her maw and slipping one of the rubberized coverings on her beak. “You do not want to keep going without one of these.”

He tore open the packaging and donned the little accessory. One of the very, very few drawbacks to being even partially avian was that having a beak meant one had to be a bit careful around tender areas, be they on one’s self or another, and he was immediately thankful that she’d had the forethought to have a few of the guards on claw. Running his tongue over the soft covering, he noticed her trot around to the foot of the bed.

“Spread your legs for me,” she instructed.

While he wouldn’t have minded picking up where they’d left off, he obliged her. She definitely knew what she was doing, having seduced him with no effort whatsoever, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Had it been a mutual first, he had no doubt the experience would have been more awkward and, barring the inclusion of the beak sheaths, possibly unpleasant.

She trotted up the mattress and brought her face between his parted thighs, peering up at his pillar-like dick while she drew nearer. “Are all griffons as big as you?”

“I…I don’t know,” he replied with a shrug. “It’s not like I try to look at other griffon’s junk.”

He had to admit, now that he was seeing his endowment next to her face, maybe she was onto something. Slick and covered in scarlet flesh, violently clashing with the creamy color of his underbelly and cerulean coat, his member did appear on the larger side. Trembling as she licked and kissed her way up the sensitive underside of his shaft, he was unable to look away from her.

“I’m just gonna…” she breathed, opening her beak and dipping her head.

Gnawing his mandible, he winced as her beak embraced him. Warm and slick, a far departure from anything was used to, her maw was incredible. As if the blowjob wasn’t amazing enough, the spectacle of her sucking him off, softly humming around him while she bobbed her head, made the experience all the more captivating.

He tried - ancestors above, he tried to restrain himself, but it was a losing battle. The muscles in his hind legs tensed, his hips twitched, and he clutched the blanket beneath him for dear life. There was no way in Tartarus that he was going to ruin the mood by thrusting into her face and making her gag - fortunately or unfortunately for him, she gave him little choice in the matter.

Filling her lungs, she closed her eyes and forced her head downward. The sight of his length disappearing into her muzzle was only eclipsed by the snug sensation of her gullet constricting around him. Compared to giving himself a claw-job, this wasn’t in the same league - heck, it wasn’t even the same sort of game.

She moved at a slow casual pace, only withdrawing to get the occasional sip of air, but he wasn’t the only one having fun. Seeing her balance herself on three legs, he observed her reach down her belly and start getting off to pleasing him. Of all the things she could have done, seeing her masturbate while sucking him off nearly broke him.

He didn’t creep towards a climax - no, he skyrocketed towards one. It was at that moment, sensing himself hurtling towards his limit, that he understood he had a decision to make - he could either unceremoniously cum in her mouth after a lackluster performance or he could try to buy himself some time to regain a bit of his endurance. Thrusting out a foreleg, he shifted uncomfortably and tried to retreat.

Instantly taking note of his distress, Silver peeked up at him with a single eye and withdrew. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s - um - it’s just my back,” he grunted, lying through his beak as he turned and rubbed his side. “Just give me a minute and…What?”

With a smug grin creeping across her beak, she took a step over his hip and leaned closer to his face. “You were gonna cum ~ weren’t ya?”

“N…no!” he vehemently protested, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the cold sweat beading on his brow.

She backed away slightly, though the predatory look she bore remained. “You sure…?”

Clamping his eyes shut and squirming, he bucked his hips when she wrapped her claws around his throbbing cock. If she hadn’t seen through his pitiful charade, she had picked the worst thing she could possibly do to him - in either case, unless he did something fast, he was going to glaze himself and the bed like a breakfast pastry. Grandpa Gruff had always told him that there were times in life when you had to know when to fold - this was one of those times.

“Yes, alright!” he bleated.

To his immeasurable relief, she released him and shied back. “So how many times have you -”

“None ~ okay?!” he harrumphed, his face going beet red. “This is the first time I’ve done anything naughty. There ~ are you happy now?”

Her expression softened as took another step back. “I’m sorry, if I’d known that -”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbled. “You wouldn’t have bothered bringing -”

“What?” she guffawed. “I would have done this way, way sooner! Honestly, I’m probably the luckiest mare in the school right now! Do you have any idea - any idea how many students would be trying to jump your bones if they know what you’re packing?”

He shook his head and held her gaze. “No?”

“A lot of them - like, a lot,” she noted. “I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the teachers started going after you. From what I’ve heard, Fluttershy’s sort of a size queen and…”

Once again, absentmindedly hearing her prattle on, he found himself dwelling on what she’d said. Was she serious ~ were there creatures, griffons or otherwise, who’d give him a roll in the hay just because of how big his equipment supposedly was? Grappling with the gravitas of her claim, he blinked when she snapped her claws inches away from his beak.

“Were you even listening?” she murmured.

“No,” he admitted.

“Whatever - hey, move over,” she blithely chuckled. As soon as he gave her some room, she flopped down beside him on her back. “We’ll take this nice and slow. Just follow my lead and jump down to the foot of the bed.”

Hopping down to the floor as she wriggled her tush to the very edge of the mattress, he did what he could to calm himself. Darned if he could say if he was still technically a virgin or not, but he knew he wasn’t going to be one for long. He turned in place, watched her splay her hind legs while beckoning to him with a claw, and stiffened in more ways than one.

“Relax,” she whispered.

Relax? How the hay was he supposed to relax? She may have been used to the casual fling here or there, given how she was acting, but he couldn’t say the same for himself - still, under the crushing weight of his raging libido, he placed a claw above her thigh and reared onto his hind legs. Buck it - saving one’s self for marriage was overrated anyways.

He slowly exhaled, clutched the base of his shaft, and kissed the tip of his length to her entrance. The first thing he was stricken by was just how hot her sex was. It may have been his imagination, or perhaps he just hadn’t noticed when his face had been between her thighs, but the warmth and velvety touch of her lower lips was the definition of temptation. Running his tongue over his beak, he slowly sank into her.

She didn’t meet his expectations - she surpassed them by an order of magnitude. Like molten silk, neither too tight nor too loose, her depths embraced him. Shuddering, he struggled not to instantly hilt her and start hammering away at her. Though it may not have been her first time, he wanted to savor the experience.

He glanced between her face and her groin, watching inch after inch of his length slide into her, until only the base of his dick was left unsheathed. Having thought about this magical moment for years, typically on long, lonely nights, he’d always imagined he’d solely focus on the penetration itself, yet she was so much more than just a warm, welcoming hole. Her sinful expression and hitched breaths elevated the exchange and were just as, if not more beguiling than the sensations she afforded.

“I’m…I’m gonna start moving,” he warily stated.

Though she didn’t say a word, her reaction spoke volumes. Extending her legs to either side of him, she bent her knees, placed her fetlocks against his lower back, and drew him in. He’d wanted to take his time, to play himself off as some casanova, but it was no use. No sooner did his balls bump against the cleft of her tush than he started rutting her.

Silver did nothing to assist with his waning self-restraint. Constricting on his backstrokes while relaxing on his plunges, she milked his cock like a seasoned veteran. The second he closed his eyes, doing his darnedest to pace himself, she gave a deep guttural groan. Shaken by the sensual noise, he peeked up and saw her nod down at her crotch.

“R…rub my clit,” she stammered, her voice shaky and uneven.

Bringing one claw over her waist, he delicately rubbed the base of one talon to the bulging, delicate bud of flesh. It was no secret that the clit was an apparent weak point for females lucky enough to have one, yet he underestimated just how sensitive the area was. Throwing her head back, she writhed and mewled.

The way her pitch had shifted up an octave, paired with how her marehood seized around his pistoning length, was rewarding to a fault. Emboldened, he gradually picked up speed while continuing to massage her clit. While he’d had no way of knowing he’d lose his virginity in such an unexpected way, he was not regretting the tryst.

Wading through her bliss, she used her wingtips to play with her nipples and peered at him. “Angle your thrusts up a bit - yeah, like that.”

He heeded her words, adjusting his plunges to better impact her g-spot. It was a little embarrassing to say he was taking advice from somepony who wasn’t much older than himself, but he was lucky in a way. While other mares may have judged him, expecting some grand performance that he wouldn’t be able to deliver, Silver wasn’t critical in the slightest.

His lack of experience, coupled with just how phenomenal she felt, took a heavy toll on him. The smell of her arousal, her balmy depths, the noises she made - his every sense was assaulted by rapturous delights, chipping away at his resolve. Though his spirit and mind were willing - no, desperate to endure, the sins of the flesh were too much for him to bear.

The terrifying signs of his impending release grew stronger with each plunge, bringing him to an impasse. Now that they’d crossed the threshold, he’d bet his bottom bit that she wasn’t going to let him take a breather - on top of that, his primal desires to keep going forbid him from slowing. Toeing the line, with seconds left to spare, he set his jaw and grunted.

She flexed her legs and secured her hold on him, preventing him from escaping. Cracking one eye open, he was dealt a fatal blow. The look on her face was nothing short of lecherous, the distillation of wanton longing, and it undid him on a fundamental level. She wanted him to cum in her, to claim his seed, and would not be denied.

He did everything in his power to stop it, to keep the dam from bursting, but it was no use. Draping himself over her, he buried his face in her neck and gave her everything he had. Regardless of what happened, he would have lasted no more than a few seconds - be that as it may, her climax was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Her howl and the spray of orgasmic nectar that christened his crotch were an honor unlike any other. Hilting her in a split second after she’d cum, he joined her at the gates of nirvana. His climax was perfection made manifest, more powerful than any he’d had before, and he basked in its glory as he filled her.

Shot after shot of his essence surged through his throbbing cock, bathing her interior and marking her as his. It was silly to think that she would be his lover, given that they’d just graduated from mere friends to friends with benefits, yet it was a pleasant thought all the same. Heaving air into his chest, he wearily lifted his head and met her gaze.

“W…was it - Cough - good for you?” he wheezed.

“Uh…uh-huh,” she rasped. “Those b…barbs feel great, by the way…”

“Thanks,” he breathed.

Stroking his back, she contentedly writhed against him. “So those little nubbly things on your dick - I’d always wondered if those things were super hard or kinda soft! I can not believe how good they…”

And just like that, she snapped back to her normal chatty self. It was a bit jarring for her to shift from quiet and sensual, keeping her beak largely shut while they were doing the deed, to talking on and on about whatever came to mind, but it was oddly soothing. At the end of the day, when everything was said and done, there’d been no strings attached to their impromptu quickie - well, he didn’t think there were any strings attached.

There were a number of things he needed to do, not the least of which being cleaning himself up before dragging himself back to the library, but they could wait for a time. With her forelegs snaking around his back, he smiled. She was and always would be a good friend, she’d made an honest stud out of him, yet there was one thing about her that nagged at him. As amazing as a hippogriff as she was, he couldn’t shake the feeling that her big beak may lead to him having bigger things to worry about than stained bed sheets and sticky fur…