A Happy Arrangement

by Mitamajr

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Griffons, Sex
Length: 2770

A griffoness and a stallion spend a night together.

A female griffon spends the night with a submissive stallion. Both of them are happy with the arrangement.

Published 2024-10-29 17:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-10-29 17:10:00 UTC

Yes, Mistress

Canales waited at the desk of the small hotel room, reading a pulp novel she had bought a few days prior. The clock above her head was slowly approaching eleven in the evening.

The black griffoness turned a page on her book. There were specks of gray here and there in her feathers, concentrated especially around her equally gray beak. It was not a sign of age, but rather a pattern she had been born with. Two long feathers reaching forward formed her crest, something most griffons had.

Seconds ticked by on the clock, the hand completing another round,and dragging the minute hand forward one tiny step more. She read through another page, the steady ticking filling the silent room. The clock reached eleven.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Enter,” Canales ordered. She heard the door open and close, and the muffled clopping of hooves on the carpeted floor that ended halfway between her and the door. Canales set her book down on the simple and unfinished wooden desk and closed it, a bookmark sticking out of the top. She stood, and turned to face the newcomer.

The blue earth pony stallion was dressed in simple, rough clothes that covered a muscular body used to hard labor. A thin mustache warmed his muzzle, reaching barely past the edges of his mouth, which was stretched into a shy smile. The gaze of his green eyes – set under thick brows the same dark blue as his wavy, combed mane – darted around the small room.

Cobalt Shoal was an interesting stallion. The two had met earlier that day, and by the next day they would again be strangers to each other.

“I’m here ma’am,” Cobalt said, his eyes landing on the simple clock with a square paper face and then on the black griffon “Right on time.”

“Right on time,” Canales agreed, walking up to the stallion and raising her claw on his barrel. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “But from now on it is mistress.”

Her words had an instant effect. The stallion tensed, breath hitching in his throat, and Canales pounced on the opportunity, raising her claw from his chest to his chin. With one talon under his chin and a thumb on his cheek, the griffoness raised his head with a smooth but forceful move, forcing eye-contact. Cobalt was slightly shorter than her, sending a wave of thrilling warmth down his spine as he looked up at the griff.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Good boy. Undress.”

The stallion hurried to obey, quickly taking off his coat and trousers, dropping them on the floor and revealing the white flannel shirt underneath. Canales meanwhile removed her equally simple blouse and skirt, folding them and setting them on her chair.

“Stop.”

Cobalt stopped, and turned to face Canales. It took all his effort to not freeze, but a blazing heat suddenly covered his cheeks as he looked at his mistress.

Canales was clad in white cotton lingerie that contrasted with her natural colors. A corset squeezed her torso into a lithe, predatory shape. Meanwhile stockings of a similar color reached from her thighs to the top of her paws. As he watched his mistress walk closer, Cobalt looked at the paws, his mind briefly wondering what her claws could do if she unsheathed them. Finally, as she had almost reached him, the stallion noticed her panties. The material clung to her muscular flanks, emphasizing them in a seductive way and highlighting their curves.

With a predatory look in her amber eyes, Canales stopped in front of the pony. With more dexterity than he could ever achieve she unbuttoned his shirt with one claw, before tracing her sharp, shining talon down his back, sending fear and excitement coursing through his body. Her talon came to a stop at the hem of his shirt.

Barely any of his body was visible to the naked eye, yet he felt completely exposed. He felt the talon slip under the shirt and tug at it, slowly pulling it up his barrel. Cobalt bowed, letting Canales pull the shirt over his head. When he tried to rise, he felt her palm pressing against the back of his head.

“Stay down, honey,” Canales purred, forcing the stallion to stay bowed. He was at least allowed to shuffle the shirt off of his hooves into the growing pile. Only his short drawers remained, and Cobalt could feel his erection emerging from his sheath, pressing against the cloth in a small but distinct bulge.

His mistress clearly appreciated the sight herself. As she walked behind Cobalt, Canales suddenly raised her tail, brushing its tip against his balls. The stallion grit his teeth, a soft whine escaping his mouth. Canales seemed to ignore the sound. Cobalt could hear her walk to her desk, but did not look. He could have done so easily without raising his head, but where was the fun in that? Instead he kept his eyes on the red carpet under his hooves.

He listened to the griffoness searching for something, then walk back to him. Cobalt’s heart pounded away, reaching the intensity of a drum solo by the time Canales had reached him. Somehow it had felt like hours, despite taking only a few steps.

Something heavy landed on Cobalt’s neck. His blue furstood on end. The collar was thick and heavy, and when Canales closed it around his neck its weight was that much more oppressive, in such a tantalizing way. For all his strength the stallion was completely subservient.

The collar was made of some black material, with a silver D-ring at the front. Canales hooked a talon through the ring and pulled. The stallion followed obediently, raising his head and coming face to face with the griffoness.

Canales lunged in.

Cobalt gasped, then moaned into the forceful kiss. However awkward it was for him to kiss a beak, Canales was clearly experienced in kissing a muzzle. She licked his lips with her pointy, narrow tongue, goading Cobalt to answer. When he did, she pushed her tongue deeper, exploring his mouth. The stallion shivered in delight. He suddenly realized that he had stopped moving and was only passively receiving the kiss, and hurried to correct the problem, pressing against Canales’ tongue. The griffoness purred in response. Deciding that he liked hearing her purr, Cobalt leaned further into the kiss.

It felt like an eternity, yet it was over far too quickly. Canales broke the kiss, pulling away and leaving behind a string of saliva that connected the two, before snapping under its own weight. It felt like Cobalt’s face was on fire, and his breathing came in short gasps. Canales looked unflustered at first, but Cobalt could see a slight rosy tint on her cheeks, which were raised by a slight smile at the corners of her beak. It was a satisfied smile.

“I think you’ve earned the right for more.”

With her talon still through the ring of his collar, Canales’ words held so much promise. When she tugged at his collar, Cobalt obeyed without question, following the griffoness to the bed. It was small, barely large enough for two creatures to lie side by side, but Canales did not intend for them to be next to each other.

Cobalt laid down on the bed, rolling on his back. A spark of primal fear flared deep within him as he gazed at the predator towering over him, and he instinctively pulled his forehooves closer to his chest in a vain attempt at shielding himself. That seemed to just amuse the griffon. When he raised his wavy tail to cover his nethers, the movement drew her attention downwards.

That may have been Cobalt’s intent.

There were few moments a stallion felt as vulnerable as when a griffon grabbed his balls, the sharp points of her talons pressing against the sensitive flesh. Cobalt let out a long, desperate whine at the sudden sensation, followed by even more undignified sounds as Canales teased him through his drawers that felt completely inadequate in his situation. He did not have to worry about that for long, the griffon’s touch slowly moving up his erection, which had slipped free from its sheath and was now clearly bulging against the last piece of cloth on the stallion’s body.

That was gone in a flash, the griffoness hooking her talons under his drawers, then yanking them off in a single movement. Cobalt was amazed that she somehow did not tear them to pieces, but that amazement gave way to wild thrill as she grabbed the tip of his cock.

“Mistress, please,” he hissed, uncertain what he was even pleading her for.

“Oh don’t worry,” Canales teased, giving his shaft a gentle stroke. “I am not getting to this just yet.”

Cobalt managed to feel disappointment and excitement at the same time, moaning in pleasure as the black griffon’s talons traveled further up his barrel, enjoying the feel of his fluff, and the muscular body underneath.

“First we do this,” Canales said, and pulled her claws away. Then, in full view of the stallion, she reached down to her flanks, and slowly pulled down her panties, letting them fall to her knees, where they rested against her stockings before finally falling to the floor. Swaying her hips seductively, Canales approached the stallion’s head, and pounced on the bed.

With the griffon suddenly on top of him, Cobalt caught a brief glimpse of her folds before they landed on his muzzle.

“Mmmmh?” He managed to voice past the griffon’s pussy suddenly on his face. Canales, one claw resting on the wall behind the bed and the other gripping the stallion’s hair, lowered her body further down. Cobalt saw her body, with the tight corset giving it an enticing shape, and felt her stockings brushed against his cheeks. Cobalt did not need a command to know what he needed to do.

Cobalt shifted his muzzle to a more comfortable position and stuck his tongue out, parting the griffon’s lower lips and pushing deeper into her folds. He pressed his tongue against her inner walls, tentatively exploring her flesh, seeing what would cause a reaction from the griff. When one lick drew a shuddering moan from her, he reached up with his hooves to hold her waist and licked the same spot again, and then again. One moan was followed by another, and that was followed by another, the noises becoming a steady, continuous purr of pleasure almost drowning the crude sounds of sex.

Encouraged by her reaction, Cobalt felt like experimenting what other sounds he could elicit from the griffon. He licked every inch of her pussy, doing his best to occasionally return to spots that clearly excited the griffoness. He was not too experienced, but just beneath the surface was a genuine desire to please Canales, and joy at seeing her enjoy herself.

Clearly liking what he was doing, Canales lowered herself even further. Cobalt gasped, a noise that did not make it far. The griffon’s taste was intoxicating and he could not have enough of it. And just as Canales moaned at the feeling of Cobalt's tongue inside her, the stallion moaned in pleasure from the simple act of eating her out. Instead of manifesting as flight or fight, his survival instinct made its presence known with submission, hoping to please the creature with all the power.

Finally his tongue found the little nub at the bottom of her pussy. Cobalt licked it, earning himself the first pleasured shriek from the griffon. It seemed to only drive her wilder, and she started grinding her lower lips against the stallion’s face, taking all the pleasure she could from him. And she received it. The heat inside Canales grew, brought forth by the adorable sight of Cobalt, and intensified by his attentions.

With a shudder and a moan Canales came, suddenly filling the stallion’s mouth with her arousal. She arched her back, giving Cobalt a show of enjoying herself. Even when busy swallowing the griffon’s juices, Cobalt could appreciate it, adoration shining in his eyes. With his mouth finally empty, the stallion proceeded to lick both her lower lips and thighs clean, and was rewarded with a gentle stroke of his mane.

With a content sigh Canales lifted herself off of the stallion’s face, revealing his dazed smile.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” Canales said, caressing the stallion’s cheek. He nodded numbly in reply.

“I did, Mistress. Did you?” Cobalt asked, then immediately stopped, a confused look appearing on his face as he realized how nonsensical the question was. Canales clearly agreed, chuckling and dragging a talon from his cheek to his nose, then down to his mouth.

“I think you can taste the answer.”

The two remained in place for a while, steadying their breaths and enjoying each others’ company. Canales ran her claws through the stallion’s mane, ruffling all the work he had put into combing it. Cobalt did not mind it one bit, and returned the favor by kneading her flanks, feeling the black fur under his hooves.

That ended when Canales started sliding herself further down the stallion’s body, while also lowering her head to kiss him. Although shorter, the kiss felt even more lewd than the first one, with traces of the griffoness’ fluids still in his mouth.

“Do I taste this good? No wonder you were so eager,” Canales said, before giving Cobalt’s muzzle a quick peck.

The stallion watched as Canales shuffled herself even further down his body, until she finally placed herself on top of Cobalt’s erection. Cobalt squirmed in pleasure, but the griffoness pinned him in place.

“Or maybe it’s just you that tastes good. Anyways, you deserve a reward.”

The griffon grabbed Cobalt’s dick, aligning it with her pussy. Slowly, taking her time both to make it more comfortable and to draw out the experience, she took Cobalt’s erection to the hilt. His earlier work with his tongue made it much easier. A long whine left the stallion’s mouth, and his hooves desperately sought purchase in Canales’ body. His eyes closed in bliss, Cobalt moaned and grunted as the griff rode him, rising and lowering in a steady rhythm, rocking her hips and riding the stallion.

With her claws on his fluffy, muscular chest, Canales treated the stallion like a toy, using his body for her pleasure. Collared, pinned and utterly helpless, Cobalt was happy to let her. When the griff started rubbing his chest with her talons, Cobalt’s moans reached a fever pitch. The joy of utter submission combined with the pleasure of her clenching around him made for a dizzying mixture of sensations.

The griffon meanwhile leered down at her prey, her instincts cheering at her for a successful hunt. His cock, shorter but thicker than a griffon’s, filled her nicely. She had regained some of her composure after the first orgasm, but now a second one was not far off.

Still, it was the stallion that reached his limit first. He came with a loud grunt that turned into a moan, twitching under the tender attention of her talons. Feeling the stallion’s seed fill her, Canales could not hold back any longer. She too came with a cry, her bodily fluids mixing with those of Cobalt. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body. When they finally abated, she came to a stop, looking Cobalt in the eye. His face red and sweaty and his mane ruffled, the stallion looked back.

“Mistress…” Cobalt managed to mumble after calming his breath.

Canales kissed him again, making sure the stallion understood he was hers. She guessed from his passionate answer that he did. Wet a wet, lewd shlick she pulled herself off the stallion, letting his softening dick flop on his stomach.

“So…” the stallion said, uncertainty clear in his voice. He did not know where things would go from there. “Maybe I’ll go wash-”

“No,” Canales interrupted him, laying down on the bed. It was barely large enough to fit two creatures, but that became much easier when she wrapped an arm around Cobalt and pulled the startled stallion close. Using her wing for the first time, she reached out with it, using it to cover the pony like a blanket.

The warm, comfortable position had an instant effect on the tired stallion. He could not stop his eyes from closing, and slowly started to drift to sleep. Embracing Cobalt, Canales nuzzled into his mane, eyes also closed.

“We agreed to one night, and the night is barely starting.”