Cock of the Walk

“Go get her, tiger,” Smolder laughed, slapping Gallus’ backside as he trudged out of her room.

Standing just beside the smirking dragoness, Sandbar brushed a lock of mane away from his face. “Just let us know how it went ~ alright?”

Gallus didn’t look back at the pair while he apathetically trudged down the hallway, though he did dismissively wave a wing in their direction. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll catch you two later…”

In no rush whatsoever, he slowly trotted in the direction of Trixie’s office. As far as he was concerned, she could deal with waiting for a bit before he showed up. The uppity professor hadn’t mentioned exactly when he was supposed to show up, and it wasn’t like he was excited to get chewed out, so he could excuse himself for taking his time - that being said, he wasn’t about to stop by the cafeteria for, as Smolder had put it, his final meal.

While he wasn’t overly concerned with whatever Trixie had to say to him, given that he was far from the only student indulging their passionate urges, he knew he was going to be in for a tongue lashing at best or some sort of a write-up at worst - not like he didn’t deserve either. Truthfully, this was what he needed - a wake up call to get him back on track to help him salvage the rest of his semester. As he gradually descended a flight of stairs, going down to the first floor and where the professors’ offices were, he dwelled on what he was going to say at the impending intervention.

Trixie was a bit different than most of - well, no, all of the other teachers. Most of the professors were experts in their fields, like Starlight and Sunburst lectured extensively on the arcane or the Elements of Harmony giving lessons on life and all the complexities therein, but Trixie just sort of yammered on about stage performances, her grand adventures, and whatever else came to mind - in a nutshell, even without having a dick, she was more interested in sucking herself off than imparting any wisdom. There’d been days when he wondered if she’d landed the job purely from nepotism, clearly being unqualified for her position, but that wouldn’t help him in dealing with her.

Coming into the school’s vacant, central hallway, he spotted her office and sighed. Regardless of what happened or how much trouble he was actually in, at least he could say he had a good time before he was admonished. The night prior, after Trixie’s unexpected appearance, he’d made the executive decision to crash in Smolder’s room and have a bit of fun - after all, if he really was going to be the only one of the three getting detention, he may as well go out with a bang.

Thinking back to the things he’d done with both Sandbar and Smolder, he smirked. They’d stayed awake into the wee hours of the morning, he’d ended up passing out on the floor, and he was pretty sure that his hasty shower before departing hadn’t been enough wash out all of the dragoness nectar and jizz out of his fur and plumage, but it had been worth it. Though he’d been a bit reluctant to do anything with a stallion the day prior, his opinion on the matter had shifted dramatically.

He halted before Trixie’s office, took a breath to center himself, and clutched the door handle. “Trixie, it’s Gallus…”

Opening the door and peeking inside, he found her sitting at her desk with a steaming mug. In an instant, he knew something was up. On any other day, she’d loudly greet him or ask him what he wanted, even though she was the one who’d told him to be there in the first place, yet she was eerily silent. Nodding to him, she motioned to the empty seat opposite to herself.

“Please, sit,” she flatly intoned, “and shut the door behind yourself. We’re not going to need any interruptions.”

“Oooooookay,” he murmured, stepping inside. “Listen,” he began, kicking the door closed behind himself, “I don’t know why -”

“Who do you think you are?” she barked, cutting him off and slamming a forehoof against her desk.

His eyes widened as he wheeled around to face her, shocked by the outburst and sudden sound. “I - huh?”

Unseating herself and trotting around her desk, she closed the gap between them and prodded his chest with a forehoof. “You heard me!”

“I’m - uh - I’m Gallus?” he responded, nonplussed. “You didn’t -”

“And you presume you can upstage me ~ me?!” she blared, driving him back until his tush was pressed up against the exit.

Staring up at her, seeing she was just how upset she was, he swallowed hard. He’d assumed he’d get a slap on the wrist and a scolding, but he’d severely underestimated just how ticked off she was. As he lifted a trembling claw, fully prepared to ask for her mercy and promise he’d remain chaste until after graduation, what she’d said sank in.

“Upstaged?” he coughed. “Professor Trixie, what the hay are you -”

“Don’t pretend to play innocent with me, mister,” she groused. Wheeling around and pacing about her office, she waved a hoof while holding her snout in the air. “Look at me! I’m Gallus the big-dicked griffon! I bet all the stallions and mares want a piece of me!”

Gallus had always wondered if Trixie was all there in the head, but this was far and away the craziest thing he’d ever seen her do. She blathered on and on about how he was supposedly doing everything in his power to woo the students and faculty alike, going so far as to pantomime him stroking off or plowing his alleged harem of lovers. Her nonsensical, unhinged claims bordered on the ludicrous, the sort of things even the most diehard conspiracy theorist couldn’t dream up if they tried, and he struggled to wrap his head around them.

Waiting until she took a breather and sip of her cocoa, he stepped forward while rubbing one temple. “Let me get this straight ~ you think I’m trying to seduce -”

“Everypony, yes,” she declared. “I’ll have you know that I’m going to put these shenanigans of yours to an end.”

“Trixie, please,” he sighed. “I know this might break your heart, but I am not trying to -”

“If anypony is going to entice your classmates and teachers, it’s going to be me,” she growled. “The great and sensual Trixie will not be outshone by a mere griffon, no matter how well-endowed he may or may not be!”

He blinked, trying and failing to process what was happening. Outshone? What in the hay was she talking about?! All he’d done was have a fling or dozen, sleeping with only three of his classmates and friends! She didn’t really think he had some sort of elaborate, machiavellian scheme to enthrall the entire school ~ did she?

“Trixie,” he grumbled, closing his eyes and praying the headache that was coming on wasn’t a full-blown aneurysm, “I don’t think you get it. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry that I - we were sort of loud when we were…you know…”

“Hmmph!” she snorted, whipping around and turning her back to him. “I don’t want to hear your apologies.”

With the throbbing in his head only getting worse, he slowly exhaled. “Then what do you want?”

“Oh I don’t want anything, not from you and especially not from that thick - er, nevermind,” she muttered. “Detention. I said you’re going to get detention, so you’re going to get detention - no ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

“For how long…?” he groaned.

“Forever,” she huffed. “I’ll be talking to Twilight about moving your bed into the detention hall and…”

As she droned on and on, waxing poetic about how he was going to be kept prisoner throughout and even after his graduation, he lifted his gaze and froze. Her cape had slipped off her hindquarters and hung over her left flank, allowing him to get his first idea of what the real problem was. The dampened fur on her inner thighs, her flagged tail, and her winking, leaking marehood left no room for doubt - she was extremely turned on.

He glanced up to her face and realized that she was so caught up in her monologuing that she hadn’t noticed him looking squarely at her goods - that or she had and didn’t care. There was no way - no possible way that this was a trap. Trixie was a great many things, including possibly mentally handicapped in some capacity, but she was not a tactician ~ or was she?

Torn between being flattered, flabbergasted, and fairly annoyed, his thoughts raced. Had Trixie fooled everypony in the school into thinking she was a simple-minded street performer? Could she really be unaware of how turned on she currently was? Was there even the slightest chance that he’d been outwitted by a magician who could barely use real magic? Utterly perplexed, he stiffened when she rounded on and leveled a forehoof at him.

“Well?” she grunted. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Any reasonable student would have begged for her forgiveness and then spoken to Twilight as quickly as they could, but he wasn’t exactly in a reasonable mood. He’d had to wake up far earlier than he wanted to on a Saturday, Sandbar and Smolder would probably be teasing him for weeks about being called to her office, and he wouldn’t be the slightest bit surprised if word was already spreading that he was in trouble for something - with all that in mind, the corners of his beak turned up.

Lazily trotting over to her, he donned his best puppy dog look. “I’m so sorry, Trixie. Is there any way - any way at all that I can make it up to you?”

Though she didn’t budge and her expression barely wavered, her eyes shot beneath him. “Your apology isn’t accepted…”

“There has to be something I can do ~ right?” he whined as he flexed his pelvis and sent blood coursing to his nethers.

Despite his best efforts to will himself erect, he was going to need some time. With all the loads he’d blown in Smolder’s room, his baffling morning, and the possibility that he was effectively trying to bribe a professor with sex, expecting an instant boner wasn’t the easiest thing to pull off. Latching onto the first idea that came to mind, he smirked.

He took another step and brought his beak to within inches of her snout. “Come on, teach, maybe I could convince you to take it easy on me - after all, I am a rather cunning linguist.”

The moment he ran his tongue over his beak, she sneered. “Oh no - you are not going to talk your way out of this!” she balked. Pushing him away and whipping around, she threw her chest to the floor and shamelessly displayed her marehood. “The only way you might convince me to cut you a break is if you eat my pussy!”

“I…” Gallus stopped himself, swearing he could feel a blood vessel bursting in his brain.

Yeah, she was retarded, there was no doubt about it, but at least he’d gotten his answer. As unbelievable as it was, he’d been tricked - hoodwinked even, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. On one claw, having the opportunity to do the nasty with an older mare, and a teacher no less, would be one heck of an accomplishment - on the other, should the students or her coworkers find out they’d gotten busy in her office, he’d probably get into trouble - real trouble.

Lifting a foreleg and patting her flank, he locked eyes with her. “Can you cast a sound dampening spell on your office?”

She straightened up and flipped her mane as she faced him. “Why would you want that?”

“Do you want somepony hearing us?” he countered. He would have liked to say she’d been pulling his leg, that she couldn’t be that daft, but the look of realization dawning on her cemented the notion that she wasn’t the sharpest grapefruit spoon in the drawer. “Not saying we’ll be too loud, but it can’t hurt to be -”

“Watch and be amazed!” she proclaimed, pushing him aside as sparks crackled from her horn. Tensing from hoof to head, she stared daggers at the door for a split second before peeking back at him. “There!”

He looked from the door to her and back to the exit. Aside from the brief discharge of magic, there’d been no sign that she’d done anything whatsoever. The room appeared the same, the telltale sound of spellwork was completely absent, and whatever she’d done had been completed in an all but literal flash, immediately raising his suspicions. It wasn’t a secret that her affinity for sorcery wasn’t the best, but he had no reason to believe she’d fake something so important.

“If you’re sure that’ll do it,” he breathed as she trotted by him.

Easing herself onto the desk and knocking ungraded papers, her mug of cocoa, and a potted plant to the floor in the process, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. “Bet you’ve never seen one of these before…” she confidently hummed, reaching down to rub her groin.

Her statement was as nonsensical as it was idiotic. She’d caught him red-clawed with his dick in a dragon, and she’d undoubtedly heard about how he’d railed Silverstream, so what she’d just said didn’t make a lick of sense - nevertheless, she did make one heck of a presentation. Keeping his attention on her loins and away from her face, lest her haughty expression detract from the moment, he inspected her goods.

He had to admit, even though she may have been a few cards short of a deck, her marehood did look pretty gosh darn enticing. The hair of her groin thinned over her nethers, allowing him to see the dark, glistening flesh pussy. Though Silverstream had the lower half of a pony, he could already tell that fooling around with Trixie was going to be a different matter entirely.

It wasn’t the fact that Trixie was a fair bit larger and bigger than him that gave him a moment for pause, it was that she likely had much, much more experience with carnal affairs than him. Considering she’d gone so far as to lure him to her office with a veiled threat, he was led to believe he would be the latest in any number of sexual conquests - heck, for all he knew, she’d done this to some of his classmates as well! Shrugging his shoulders, he lifted his book bag from over his head and set it on the floor.

“One second,” he noted, holding up a claw.

He was lucky that he’d thrown his beak guard in his bag because he was going to need it. Smolder might not have cared about the safety precaution, but that didn’t apply to everypony. Winning Trixie over would demand nothing short of his A game, a culmination of all the skills he’d accumulated since he’d popped his cherry, and that’s what he was going to give her.

Slipping the little rubberized sheath over his beak, he shifted and moved between her outstretched legs. The dark, velvety skin of her sex and the unmistakable scent of her lust wildly inspirational - so much so that he didn’t need to try to get hard. With his cock emerging from its sheath, swelling and preparing itself to be put to use, he brought his face to her groin and sharply inhaled.

“Smells good, doesn’t it?” she conceitedly inquired, hooking a fetlock to the back of his head. “I know you’ve been dying to see me like this…”

He shrugged off her wild claim and sank his tongue into her silken folds. She did smell pretty nice, and her marehood didn’t look that bad either, but he saw no point in giving her a shred of validation. If she wanted to think that he’d imagined her in Silver, Smolder, or even Sandbar’s place, that was perfectly fine in his book; as long as he could get her off, put a new notch in his belt, and not end up in hot water, he could put up with her bombastic ego.

As he ravaged her with his beak and tongue, tenderly nibbling her bulging clit and lapping at her snatch, he employed every tool in his amorous arsenal. She may not have been a hippogriff, and she definitely wasn’t a dragon, but there were certain weaknesses that any female had. Fixating on the tender bud of flesh pressed to his beak, he was rewarded by a blissful howl from above.

“This…this is amazing!” Trixie howled.

He looked past her modest bosoms and to her face. If she was faking, she was doing a darn good job at it. Her expression, the subtle tremor in her thighs, and the shift in her tone all smacked of a mare who was enjoying herself, basking in his affection, which piqued his curiosity and bolstered his resolve. Humming around her clit, he extended his wings up to her abdomen.

His pinions played over her breasts, teasing her nipples and causing her to whimper and writhe against him. In the relatively brief time he’d spent in sensual waters, he’d developed a fondness for teats. The soft pillows of flesh were fun to play with, pretty darn hot to look at, and were the perfect thing to tease before or during a tryst. He kept his eyes on her face while his feathers kneaded her bosoms and his tongue danced over her entrance.

Arching her back, she lifted her hips. “S…so good!” she shouted, nearly knocking her hat off but somehow having the wherewithal to grab it before it fell off her head. “I - Oh buck - I c…can see why you’re so popular!”

Getting his ego stroked by an older mare did wonders for his pride, but he wasn’t going to let it get to his heat - not yet anyways. Continuing to feast upon her, he chuckled to himself. This was easy - almost too easy. Just as it crossed his mind that she may be acting, simply putting on a performance to get him excited, she wailed and gushed nectar over his face.

He recoiled and coughed a not inconsiderable amount of nectar from his lungs. He’d figured she had to be getting close, but her climax had struck completely out of the blue - furthermore, while he was used to Smolder squirting when she came, Trixie was in a league all her own. Screaming and practically convulsing on the desk, clearing the wooden surface of anything but her shuddering frame, she uncontrollably gushed marish juices all over herself and the floor.

Simply standing there and watching her ride out her ecstasy, Gallus was unable to decide if her climax was genuine or a performance. Trixie was a showmare, she always had been and to an extent always would be, which made the sheer theatrics of her orgasm seem almost too extreme to be real. He waited until she’d fallen still and silent, thankful that nopony could hear her caterwauling, before he cleared his throat.

“Do - um - do you want me to keep going?” he asked, keenly aware of his now fully rigid cock.

Trixie shakily lifted her head and peeked down at him with blurry, unfocused eyes. “J…just give me a second…”

He should have obliged her, giving her a moment to recuperate whether she was feigning weakness or not, yet the urge to ignore her request was powerful - so powerful that he wanted to disobey her. She couldn’t be that bad off, seeing as how she’d probably had as good or better in her day - besides, she’d been the one who’d essentially asked for this. Trotting to her and rearing onto his hind legs, he slammed his claws to either side of her waist.

“I - Cough - s…said give me a minute,” she croaked. “The great and very soggy Trixie needs to - good gravy!”

Running his dick over her crotch, he smirked down at her. “What?”

“I…h….how…” she stammered, gawking at the crimson length resting her.

“Yeah, I know,” he mused. “I’ve heard it feels way, way bigger than it looks…”

Even with the disparity of their sizes, the tip of his shaft reached the valley of her teats. Seeing just how deep he was going to go was profoundly arousing, but her awestruck expression was what really got him going. Though he still couldn’t be entirely certain about if she was pulling his chain or not, he was becoming increasingly convinced that she’d actually bitten off more than she could chew.

Having shown off his endowment and put her in a state of speechless shock, quite possibly a first for anypony, he shuffled back and brought the tip of his spear to her entrance. “You think you can -”

“Take me,” she bellowed, grabbing her fetlocks and pulling them up to either side of her head. “Take me like one of your griffin mares - er - hens!”

At the drop of her hat, she was back to her normal, over the top self. Irrespective of whether she could handle him or not, he was done with the playing around. Shifting his claws up to the back of her knees, keeping her hind legs driven upwards, he drove his hips forward and plunged into her.

She came before he could even bury half of his length, shrieking like a crazed banshee while her marehood spasmed and dribbled around his dick. If she wasn’t the best thespian on the planet, he’d just given her an almost apocalyptic climax. Her eyes rolled wildly, drool crept from the corners of her mouth and down her cheeks, and she rambled incoherently about how amazing he felt. He would have slowed and let her savor her rapture, were it not for one thing - he was just getting started.

Sinking deeper and deeper, he only stopped when he felt his cock-head kiss her womb. While she was significantly looser than either of his past partners had been, her feeble grip on his shaft was actually a pleasant departure. As he steadied himself and withdrew, quickly falling into a steady rhythm of plowing her, he closed his eyes and relished her like a fine, albeit boisterous wine.

She made no move to milk his length or take an active part, but he wasn’t bothered by her lack of initiative in the slightest. Since Silver, Smolder, and Sandbar had all been quite eager in giving as good as they got, screwing the quivering, braying mare was actually quite refreshing. She was like a living sex-toy that was simply happy to be used, and use her he did.

It didn’t take her long to climax again, filling the air with obscenities while marish cream flowed from her stuffed cunt. With every plunge he delivered, he became more and more convinced that her actions were the real deal. The shouting, her nearly constant squirting, the way she begged him for more - they had to be legitimate. Dipping his waist slightly, he thrust forward and hammered away at her g-spot.

He stopped counting after her fifth orgasm, having no need to keep track of them all. Little by little, plunge after plunge, an unfamiliar feeling welled up within him. She felt fantastic, the sight of her beneath him was great, and she sounded like a horny demon, but it was the power - heaven help him, the power of dominating her is what really spurred him onward. Reining himself in, he took an almost languid pace at ruining her.

“Want me to keep going?” he mused, hoping she’d be able to speak.

With a pleading, downright desperate look in her eyes, she peered up at him and feverishly nodded. “Y…yes!”

Giving a particularly hard plunge, one that made her mewl out, he smirked. “Maybe you should inspire me.”

“Y…you’re the best,” she whined, gasping as he hilted and gyrated against her. “I…I’ve never - Aaaaaghn!”

“Never what?” he urged, reveling in her weakness. “Go on, don’t be shy…”

“I’ve n…never had any better,” she falteringly continued.

Every creature on the planet had something to offer the world, whether it was in the bedroom or not. Ponies were relatively well-hung and some could fly or use magic, changelings could change their form at will, yaks were phenomenally strong, and hippogriffs were masters of the air, land, and sea. While there wasn’t anything that elevated griffons higher than any other species, Gallus used every ability he had to its fullest.

His claws played over her body, teasing her and rubbing her legs, chest, and sides, while his wings danced against her hide. Even if his cock hadn’t been as large as it was, being well above an average size, he was well aware of how good the soft little barbs along his length felt. There hadn’t been a creature he’d screwed who hadn’t adored the shape and features of his dick, and now Trixie was getting her chance to appreciate the apparently sublime texture of his tool.

With her toes curling and thrashing so hard that her hat finally dislodged itself, Trixie came yet again. “Yes, ruin me!!!”

Regardless of whether or not it was true, the assertion that he was going to ruin her tapped into his inner stud. This was what she’d wanted, even if she couldn’t have understood how it would play out, and he was not going to disappoint her. Closing her hind legs and lifting them vertically, keeping her hooves pressed together, he reached around her thighs with his wings and twisted her nipples.

Making her climax was a trivial task, taking perilously little effort, but he enjoyed and savored each and every orgasm which struck her. Like many times as of late, since his fateful fling with Silver, he’d discovered something new about himself. It was only then, hearing and feeling her cum for the umpteenth time, that he fully understood his true potential.

He really was a stud, a male of nigh limitless potential, and that revelation was incredible beyond words. In spite of all the advantages Trixie should have had against him, he had her wrapped around his claw like a plaything! With a wolfish grin on his face, he lowered her legs and shifted her onto one side.

Though it may have been his hubris speaking, he felt like he could conquer any mare he set his sights upon. Younger creatures, even seasoned ones like his friends, didn’t stand a chance against him, and he was still new at this! With time, patience, and an open mind, there wouldn’t be anypony who could stand against him in a sexual arena.

“Tighten up,” he grunted, slapping her rump and sending a ripple through her ass.

She either wouldn’t or couldn’t form a reply, but she obeyed him without question. The small change in positioning was fantastic, letting him see her face and her marehood clinging to his pistoning length on his backstrokes. Lifting one claw to his face, while using the other to knead her backside, he licked his digits before lowering them to her rear.

Since she hadn’t mentioned anything about what he could or couldn’t do with her, having drawn no boundaries whatsoever, he was going to see what he could get away with. A single claw in her backdoor went unnoticed, two made her whine, and a third drove her to another orgasm. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

He fingered her ass while he hastened his pace, plowing her like she was a fertile field in spring. Each thrust came harder and faster than the one before as he inched closer and closer to his limit. Though he hadn’t anticipated things taking such a bawdy turn with her, he certainly wouldn’t mind volunteering for some extra credit with her in the future.

The passionate night he’d spent with Sandbar and Smolder improved his endurance remarkably, letting him last far longer than he would have under ordinary circumstances, but even he wasn’t without his limits. Sensing himself reaching the threshold, he went all out and raced to the finish line. Now that he’d indulged her, nearly fucking her into a coma, he doubted she’d care or even notice when he finished, unless…

Holding on as long as he could, waiting until he felt the first shot of seed rocketing through his throbbing shaft, he pulled back, unsheathed his length, and fiercely clutched his dick. Giving her a creampie would have been pleasant for both of them, although that didn’t feel right. After all the stress she’d caused him, marking her with his essence, knowing she couldn’t teleport to the safety and privacy of her wagon, was the most fitting way to end things.

Rope after rope of rich, thick spunk sailed over her body, glazing her thighs, tush, chest, and even her face, while he jacked himself off through his climax. She made no move to stop him, staring into the ether while heaving air into her chest, but she didn’t remain motionless for long. Wiping a strand of his jizz off her cheek, she brought her hoof to her muzzle and licked it clean.

“P…plenty more where that came from,” he breathed, slapping his softening cock against her flank.

To his astonishment, she hauled herself around and began kissing his length. “Y…you’re still getting d…detention…”

He peered down at her, aghast and at a loss for words. “Seriously?!”

“It’s optional,” she wheezed. “If you come to detention every Friday, I’ll fudge your scores and give you a B.”

“Make it an A and we have a deal,” he countered, rolling the dice and keeping his claws crossed that she’d accept the offer.

She gazed up at him and scrunched her snout. “Fine, but you can’t tell anypony about it.”

Nodding, he extended a foreleg down to her. “Only if you promise to do likewise.”

“Deal,” she snorted, swiftly shaking the proffered claw before fully devoting herself to sucking him clean.

All things considered, Gallus was pretty pleased with how the morning had shaped up. He’d gotten his first bit of pony action, his impending detention would be anything but a punishment, and he’d even gotten an extra bit of insurance for his performance in Trixie’s class - yeah, he still planned on fixing his grades himself, but it was nice to know that she’d tweak his scores if need be. Reaching down and wiping a lock of cum-slickened may away from her face, he flinched when the door creaked open behind him.

As he turned and peeked back at the exit, an overwhelming dread consumed him. There weren't one or two faces looking in at him, there were four - no, at least half a dozen. Utterly petrified and statuesque, he watched as somepony was courteous enough to silently close the door. Glancing back down at Trixie, seeing that she either hadn’t heard or had ignored the momentary intrusion, he gave a defeated sigh. Like many times before and, if his lucky or unlucky track record held up, many times yet to come, his life was going to get a bit more complicated…