Roland and Celestia were in her quarters, drinking a very unhealthy amount of grade-P whiskey- "P" standing for "Princess"- and sharing old stories. It has been somewhere around two hours now, and they are both quite drunk. Naturally, when one of the immortal goddesses are drunk, they get help from their sibling, and lay down to sleep it off and deeply regret drinking in the morning. And, also naturally, when Roland gets drunk, his friends usually haul him off someplace quiet until he sobers up. He may be a nice enough person normally, but once that burn hits his senses, rage flows through him as naturally as blood does any other person.

Celestia was swaying back and forth as she recounted her dealings with the creature Discord, a light blush on her face and her mane and tail slightly frizzled. "An' ssssso we went af'fer 'im... aaaaannnnnnn' we turned 'im t' stone! Aaayyyyyyyyeeeeeee... tha' we did..." Hey, nopony said the princesses were pretty when they're drunk.

Roland was laughing good naturedly as the story progressed. He was seven bottles deep, and there were still plenty more to go. He was out of his armor as he sat crookedly on her bed with her, wearing only a loose white T-shirt and black soft cloth pants with a pair of leatheris boots. "Ye, he gotted wha' he desvre... desrevr... Got..." he finished eloquently.

Celestia raised a hoof to her mouth, spilling the contents of her bottle on her bed. She snorted out a very unprincessy laugh at Roland. "R- Ro- Rolalololaloooo... Rololeee... Screw it. Human male, you're drrrrrrrrunk! I... think... that you've... had... enough... to drink!" she said with a certain degree of trouble.

Roland scowled at her. "I... am not... drunk," he said angrily. "You! You're drunk!" he yelled at her, jabbing a wavy finger at her.

She looked offended by this gesture of disrespect. "You accuse me of being drunk?!" she asked, aghast. "How dare you insult me with your... your... uh..." She tapped her hoof to her chin while Roland watched her with a not-quite-so-intelligent expression. After a few seconds she threw her hoof into the sky and shouted. "Aha! I have it! You stupid person thingy!" she yelled at him, pointing the previously raised hoof at him.

Roland gasped in shock at what she said. How could she?! That kind of insult... Them were some fightin' words right there those were! He slapped her hoof away and lunged at her, tackling her to the soft, cushy, and not-at-all-unforgiving bed. "Take that back you... You meanie! Take it back or I'll... I'll... uh..." He made a very concentrated face as he thought of the worst possible thing that somebody could do to somebody else. After a few seconds he smiled stupidly.

***

Somewhere in the city of Canterlot, Orion got a chill in the back of his head. He stopped for a brief moment, pondering what had just happened.

"Hey, is something wrong?" asked his traveling companion, Wingy.

He looked at her with his usual goofy grin. "I think somebody just thought about me," he said strangely.

***

Anyways...

Roland smiled at her stupidly. He leaned his head closely to hers and whispered in a somewhat-threatening voice. "I'll get Orion drunk and lock you in a room with him for a full day," he said to her. He pulled his head back and took in her horrified expression.

Celestia's mouth was gaping open, not able to close itself from the amount of sheer horrible images filling her mind. "No..." she whispered hoarsely.

Roland nodded his head clumsily at her, jabbing his forehead on her horn once. "Oooooohhhhhh, yesssssss... An' I'll make s- sure tha' everyone hears..." he said, stumbling over a few letters.

Celestia looked at him for a few seconds, taking in everything he just said.

Roland looked at her, staring into her fearful eyes.

They both stared at each other for a few seconds, not saying anything.

Then...

Celestia leaned up and forcefully pressed her lips to Roland's.

Roland kissed her back just as hard, pressing her head back down on the bed.

For what felt like hours, they shared each others taste, Celestia's tongue battling Roland's own for dominance. Eventually though, Celestia gave in, letting someone else take control for once.

Roland's tongue explored her mouth thoroughly, not leaving any surface, crevice, or tooth go unlicked. He pulled away from her and stared into her eyes deeply for a time. "You're beautiful," he said quietly.

Celestia gave him a hard look. "Oh, just shut up and fuck me!" she demanded of him.

He smiled widely and saluted with one hand still propping him up above her. "Ma'am, yes ma'am!"

***

Orion was bored. And a bored Orion is an annoyed Orion. And an annoyed Orion is a dangerous Orion. And a dangerous Orion... heh, well, let's just say that you don't want to be near that.

Really, you've been doing this the whole time! Who the hell are you talking to?!

I told you, the audience.

What fucking audience?!

The one reading this story.

What story?! What are you talking about?!

Dude, stop yelling. you're giving me a headache.

I'll stop yelling when you tell me who you're fucking talking to! I don't even see an audience! I don't see any stories! I only see that griffon you ate with and the city around us!

Oh, thanks for reminding me. I was being distracted by your yelling. Anyways, back to the story...

Orion and Wingy walked through the upper-class sections of Canterlot city. Yes, the whole city was upper-class, but this was the upper-class, upper-class. Oh, and don't even get me started on the upper-class, upper-class, upper-class... They are really a pain in the ass.

Don't you fucking ignore me!

Orion and Wingy passed a small shop selling lingerie. There were mannequins- well, ponyquins- in the window wearing some very interesting attire. Including lacy, leathery, and feathery things. And some that were made of all three!

Orion pressed his face up against the glass, squishing his nose slightly and making a smear mark of some kind on the once-clean window. "ooooooohhhh, we should go in there..." he said in an awed voice.

Wingy donned a disgusted look. "Uh, how about, no." She was clearly uncomfortable being seen looking at this shop. The eyes of the ponies around them seemed to see nothing else but the strange being and the griffon kid ogling the sex shop. They were just staring at her... judging her...

Orion-

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you! Don't you fucking ignore me! I want an answer god damn it!

Ugh, fine. But let me finish this chapter first, okay? After I finish, I'll tell you everything you need to know, but only if you stop interrupting me. Honestly, it's getting really fucking annoying.

What do you mean "chapter"?

I'll tell you after I'm finished! Deal?!

Fine. But you better tell me everything...

I will. But for now...

Orion walked into the sex shop, completely oblivious to Wingy's discomfort.

She stood there in the snow, not sure if she should follow him in, or fly off. He did fix her wing, so she could get away... She could feel the eyes of the snooty equines on the back of her head. She sighed after a few seconds of contemplation, deciding it was for the best to just go with the flow for now. After all, he did fix her wing... Dang it! Now she was letting herself like him! This is everything she shouldn't do!

She walked into the shop, the entrance bell jiggling loudly above her, announcing to anyone inside that she was there. She was immediately assaulted by the smell of rubber, a soft pink light, quiet music, and the whirring sounds of pleasant th- No! Not pleasant! Unpleasant things! Yes, unpleasant things!

She walked down a row of dildos, vibrators, and dildo vibrators. All ranging from about four inch butt plugs, to veiny monsters that were over a foot long. The other side of the aisle had the exact opposite. Rubberized cunts of every size hung from small hooks. Some vibrated, some spun in circles, some clenched and unclenched, and some did... other things. Wingy had to force herself to look at the floor when she laid eyes on a male dildo that was shaped like an ass with Luna's Cutie mark on it.

It was a surprisingly accurate model...

She turned a corner and bumped into an overly-buff earth pony stallion who eyed her suspiciously.

He spoke in a gruff voice. One that suggested years of smoking. "How old are you?" he asked her.

She looked everywhere but at him. "Uh... I'm eighteen," she lied, very convincingly. "Why do you ask?"

He rose a brow at her. "Eighteen, huh?"

"Yep!" said a cheery voice from their right.

They both looked to see Orion with too many items under his arms to use in two lifetimes.

"She's eighteen alright! I wouldn't be fucking her every night if she wasn't," he said, not in the least bit serious.

Wingy blushed even more than she already was and the stallion looked at the weird thing in front of him.

Wingy spoke up hesitantly. "Uh, yep. We do it. All the time. Every night. It's, uh... awesome," she finished lamely.

The stallion looked between the two of them. Then he eyed everything Orion was carrying. "You buyin' all that?" he asked curiously.

Orion nodded like an idiot. "Yep! Sure am!" he said as he walked up to the counter and plopped down everything he was holding. The weight of everything made the small counter creak. "Hold onto that, I'm not done with the magically enhanced stuff yet," he said as he walked off to the back of the store, leaving the only two other living, breathing things in the shop very much alone with each other.

The stallion worked his jaw back and forth for a while before making a show of staring at everything that wasn't Wingy.

Wingy, on the other hand- er, hoof? No, uh... paw? No, they have talons on their front half...

Wingy, on the other talon, was staring only at the ground in front of her, nodding her head slowly to the soft music playing the store. Counting the cracks in the concrete floor was a thing that required music to do, you know.

The stallion started sifting through the items on the counter, making sure that everything was where it should be, and straightening out what was in the slightest bit crooked.

Wingy coughed quietly while busying herself with the thirties.

"What did you say?" the stallion asked quickly, snapping his eyes to her.

She quickly looked at him and spoke in a rushed voice. "Uh, I didn't say anything."

The stallion leaned back over the counter a little bit. "Oh, uh, yeah. I uh, thought you, uh, said somethin'..."

She looked to the side a little. "Uh, nope. Nothing..."

He chuckled slightly. "Oh, okay then... I, just thought..."

She scratched at her neck. "Nope. Uh, nothing..."

He nodded slowly, pursing his lips a bit as he tried to relax.

She shuffled her, uh...

She shuffled her walking limbs a bit and ran her tongue over the tip of her beak.

They music stopped, skipping on a low note that was just the right tone to be annoying, but only just.

The stallion waited for a few seconds before starting to slowly move towards a door behind the counter. "I, uh, gotta, y'know..."

Wingy looked at him with exaggerated interest. "Oh, yeah. Of course, go ahead..."

He slowly backed into the room, smiling a grimace at her. "Yeah, uh... Don't you go stealin' nothing'!" he lamely joked.

She let out three soft laughs as she nodded her head slowly. She flashed him a strained smile. "Yeah. Wouldn't... uh... I, won't..."

He pressed his lips together and smacked them once, his eyes running over everything before he nodded once more and disappeared behind the door.

Wingy let out a soft breath as she saw him disappear.

Like a bat out of Hell, Orion sprinted up to the counter, tore his backpack open, and stuffed everything inside of it, along with another two armfuls of whatever else he got. The backpack was small, and even a tenth of the stuff he put in there shouldn't have been able to fit, but it all did, somehow. Once everything was in it, he zipped it up and sprinted out of the store as fast as he could. Honestly, he would impress even the Wonderbolts with how fast he was going.

Who the hell are the Wonderbolts?

I thought you said you'd hush up!

Sorry! I jus-

No! Shush!

Okay!

Shush!

The moment the doors jingled closed, the shop owner came out of the room.

He and Wingy both stared at each other in silence. Him not sure what to think, and Wingy horrified about the situation.

After putting two and two together, he took on a furious expression. "Wha-"

Wingy turned and shot out of the store. "Bye!" she screamed as she flew out the door at top speeds. She flew out of the shop and down the street for at least a mile before she dared to stop. She flared her wings to slow her speed and hovered over a small house. She was breathing hard, not from the flight, but from the exhilaration of what had just happened. She looked around herself to see if there were any guards coming after her, but saw none. She did see, however, that Orion was sitting on a patio bench a little ways up the road from where she was now perched.

She didn't even think about flying away as she flew lazily towards him. She landed next to him and watched with interest as he dug through his backpack and cackled evilly.

The backpack was only about half the size of his torso, but as he dug in deeper, he fit his entire body inside of it, all the way to his waist. He came back out after a second, holding what looked like a stick of dried meat- yes, griffons eat meat, that's why she knew what it looks like- that was about four inches long, wrapped in red plastic. He tore it open with his teeth and, to the horror of Wingy, consumed the entire thing without even chewing it. His whole body shuddered and he groaned quietly for a second before the shakes stopped and he continued digging though the backpack.

Wingy looked at him in a mixture of horror and disgust. "What did you just eat...?" she asked nervously.

He came out of the bag, causing a few items within it to pop out as well, and smiled at her. "It was a magically enhanced stick of jerky. Apparently, the pig they butchered was fed nothing but growth hormones that made its cock bigger! So, in theory, it was supposed to increase the size of my dick! Not that I need it, but I just want to see if it works."

She heard this and smirked at him. "Yeah, of course. It was just a test," she said sarcastically.

He looked at her with an excited expression. "Hey! Check if it worked yet!" he said, too loudly. He stood up and quickly pulled off the bit of armor on his crotch.

Wingy took a step back. "What are you-"

Orion cut her off. "It said 'grows right before your eyes'! Is it growing?!" he asked excitedly.

And right before her eyes, the biggest piece of male-meat she had ever seen flopped out of his armor and hung between his legs. And sure enough, tiny bit by tiny bit, it pulsed with his heartbeat and grew in size with every pulse. She could feel something inside of her, some... untamed instinct, screaming at her. Making her want to tackle this piece of meat to the ground. Making her want to force herself on him. Making her whole world solely about making Orion hers. She opened her beak to speak. "... Wow..."

Orion looked down and examined himself. He took on a slightly annoyed expression. "What the hell? It barely grew!" he yelled. He grabbed himself in his hand and stuffed himself back inside of his armor, placing the crotch piece back on and securing it firmly. "I'm never shopping at that place again, I can tell you that for sure," he said grumpily as he went back to digging in his backpack.

She shook her head, causing the pounding blood to dissipate and flow elsewhere, where it can actually help her body. She looked on the ground at one of the items that fell out of his backpack and picked it up. She held it in her talon and read the front of the packet.

It read: The fun has been doubled!

She looked at the back, and only saw a winking unicorn stallion with two mares on either side of him. She turned the packet back over and stared at the small blue pills it contained. What could these pills double...? Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She tossed the packet back inside of the backpack, shaking her talon violently to rid herself of the feeling of cardboard and plastic. "Oh, gross! That's just wrong! Ew, double ew, and triple ew!"

Orion looked to her with his usual goofy smile. "No, these are just the doubles. I have the triples in here somewhere..." he said as he dug deeper down.

She shook her head at him. "No! No thanks! I don't want to see!"

He stuck his entire torso into his backpack once more and yelled out. "Aha! Here it is!" He then came back out holding a leather hat with a small red feather sticking out of the side. He smiled happily and put the hat on, pushing his hood down. It actually looked rather silly, but in a good way. He stood up and struck a heroic pose. "What do you think? Sexy? Smexy? Schmexy? What?" he asked her.

She just stared at him for a long time.

He turned to her with a disheartened expression. "you hate it, don't you...?" he asked sadly.

She immediately snapped to attention. "No! I love it, really!" she blurted out, not really thinking about what she said.

Orion pulled his hands up to his chest and beamed at her. "Yay!" He then reached out and pulled her into a crushing hug. "I love you best friend!" he said in a slow voice.

She choked and gagged on her own throat. "Orion! You're crushing me!" she coughed out.

He dropped her and turned to his backpack. Stuffing the hat back inside, he zipped it up and slung it back on his back and pulled his hood up again. "C'mon, let's go find someplace to chill out for a while," he said in a surprisingly serious voice.

Unfortunately, Wingy was too busy hacking up what was left of her lungs to really appreciate this fact.

***

After about twenty minute of walking- half of which Wingy was fighting to stay alive- they found a moderately classy hotel. Well, for Canterlot, that is. They walked inside and were awed by the interior.

Plush red carpeting. White marble pillars and walls. Brilliant stone carvings. Beautiful paintings, statues, and tapestries. Candles that glowed a soft red color. And a giant chandelier hanging above the main lobby.

Orion walked right inside, tracking snow, mud, and other muck along the once-pristine carpet. He ignored, or simply didn't see, the upper-class citizens giving him filthy looks as he made a beeline straight up to the desk. Once he got there, he- for lack of a more "proper" term- molested the calling bell.

It took only a few seconds for a desk operator to appear, but Orion kept on ringing.

Eventually, the mare put her hoof on Orion's hand to stop him from ringing the bell anymore. "Can I help you?" she asked with a voice so sweet it might give a fat person a hard on.

Orion beamed at her. "Hi! I want a room with a really big bed!" he shouted at her. He leaned in very close to her. "I got my girlfriend here and I'm planning on fucking her until neither one of us can stand straight," he "whispered" loud enough for the entire lobby to hear him.

Behind him, a certain griffon teenager felt her ears burn in embarrassment.

The deskmare gave him a disgusted look. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said angrily.

Orion smiled at her. "Okay!" he said.

They stood there, watching each other for a full minute.

The mare blinked at him. "Well?"

He tilted his head to the side. "You still haven't asked me to leave yet," he said helpfully.

She took on a look of confusion for about a second before she realized what he was talking about. "Leave," she growled.

Orion stuck up three fingers. "Two things!" he yelled loudly. "That was a statement. No. You're not very nice. And I demand proper service!" he said, concluding his four-part rant.

The deskmare blinked at him again.

He waved his hand in front of her face. "You want to give us your very best room," he said calmly.

She twitched a few times, but eventually reached below the desk and retrieved a large key.

Orion snatched the key out of her mouth and sniffed at her. "I should have your job for this," he said in a stuffy accent. "But I'm feeling generous today. Now, off with you! You're dirtying my air." He then stiffly marched down the hallway with all the grace and dignity of a headless chicken in tall grass.

On the way to their room, Wingy kept looking everywhere there was some kind of ornately carved object, or a wonderfully decorated wall. A few times she saw a snobby pony that made the walk worse, but the scenery made up for it tenfold.

Eventually, they reached the end of the hall. At the end was a large set of wooden double doors with so much gold and jewels that it was a mystery how they didn't rip their hinges out of the wall. They walked into the room and locked the doors behind them.

The room was magnificent. The same plush red carpet was on the floors, white marble on the walls, but more shinierific, candles that gave off a soft red glow, a chandelier hanging from the center of the room, and there was even a minifridge!

Orion walked over to the room's one enormous bed and dropped his backpack on the ground near the foot of it. "Ermahgerd!" he yelled as he stretched out his body, getting at least a dozen loud pops from his joints. He then face planted on to the bed, messying the once-tidy sheets and blankets. "Aaahhhhh... It's so good to be on vacation, eh Wingy?" he asked, his voice muffled from the plushness that was the bed.

Wingy was wandering around the room, ogling anything that was gold, silver, jewel-encrusted, or in any way valuable. "Huh? What?" she asked distractedly.

Before she could really think about what he had said, Orion pushed himself off of the bed and walked over to the large wardrobe. He undid the clasps and tethers that held his armor together and pulled it off. When he was done, all that was left was... a man. He didn't look like Orion. Or, at least, not the Orion that Wingy had gotten so used to. He was wearing a loose black shirt and sagging black cloth pants. He wasn't smiling, or happy, or cheerful. In fact, he just looked... tired. Not tired in a sleepy kind of way. But tired in a way that somebody gets when their very souls ache from how much they've been through.

Wingy saw this and couldn't help but think that there might be a bit more than insanity to him.

Orion rubbed his face and groaned. "God it's good to finally relax..." he said from underneath his hands. He walked over to the bed and kicked his backpack out of the way before collapsing down on to the plush mattress.

Wingy stood there awkwardly for a while, not sure what to do. If it had been the same Orion as before, she would have just struck up some kind of conversation with him. But this? She had no idea how to handle this. Luckily, Orion made that decision for her.

He stuck one hand up in the air and waved it around lazily as he spoke. "Kid, go into my backpack and get me one of those little packets of red powder. They should be in the front pocket." His voice was so serious that it almost sounded angry.

Wingy quickly walked over to the backpack and unzipped the front. She was dumbstruck. Inside the tiny pocket, was what looked like an entire hooflocker's worth of supplies. She briefly wondered how this was possible, but decided not to keep him waiting. She grabbed a packet and zipped the backpack up again. She made her way over to him and gave him the packet.

He quickly tore it open and inhaled the contents, not letting a single particle go free. He then crumpled the packet in his hands and threw it to the other side of the room.

Wingy watched him curiously before speaking. "What was that?" she asked him. "Some kind of medicine?"

Orion laughed dryly. "Nah, it's a murderer, is what it is. It's called Spice, or, more specifically, Glitterstim. I use it when I'm feeling down, and it picks me right back up," he told her.

She eyed him skeptically. "Where I'm from, we call those drugs. And they can kill you," she said.

He put his hands back on his face and rubbed his goatee. "Yeah... Yeah, that sounds about right," he said slowly.

She stood there again, the awkwardness returning from the lack of words being exchanged.

Orion spoke up after a few minutes of this. "Y'know, you can lose the armor and lay down too. I won't bite you too hard," he said sarcastically.

She felt heat come to her face as she nodded. Then she realized how stupid it was nodding when he couldn't see her.

"Don't worry, I know you're not stupid," Orion said right after she had those thoughts.

She didn't know what to think about this, so she just moved to strip herself of her armor. First, the breastplate, then the wrappings, followed by everything else. Once she was out of her armor, she felt oddly exposed to Orion.

Orion sat up and gave her a strange look. "You have a dirty mind," he said flatly.

She had no idea how he was seemingly reading her thoughts, so she decided to focus on not thinking about anything embarrassing while she climbed into the bed with him. She could see Orion smile darkly at her as soon as she thought this. Dang it!

He got off of the bed and walked over to the other side of the room as she situated her self on the plush mattress. "I need to wash my face. Make yourself comfy, I'll be back in a minute," he said to her as he walked into the bathroom.

As the door closed and the faucet came on, she wondered what he meant by that. She didn't have much time for thought as he pushed the door open and came back to the bed, staring straight into her eyes.

Orion reached the foot of the bed and just stared at her.

She stared back, nervously playing with her talons. "Uh, why are you looking at me like that?" she asked him.

He just continued to stare at her.

She started to inch away from him. "Um, Orion?" she asked in a partially fearful voice.

He reached out with his hands and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her back towards him, forcing her backside to butt up against his groin.

She gasped out in shock when he did this. "Orion, what the heck are you doing?!" she yelled at him.

He leaned into her, making her yelp. "Wingy, as much as I like you, shut the fuck up," he said angrily.

She looked back at him when he said this, not believing that it was really Orion.

He tightened his grip on her waist, a certain part of him getting larger and pressing into a certain part of her. "I'm tired, Wingy. I'm tired of the bullshit, of being someone I'm not, of having to go on living for people I don't even like. I'm fucking tired of everything!" he growled, digging his fingers into her and making her cringe. "From the second I saw you, I knew that I had to have you. And by Mandalore's blaster, I'm going to."

She stared at him in fear. "O- Orion, I- I'm only sixteen!" she yelled.

He leaned further over her. "I don't care."

She tried again. "I'm a griffon! Not a pony, a griffon!"

He used his thumbs to pull down his pants just enough to free himself. "I don't care."

In a last ditch effort, she used the only line that she thought might save her at this point. "Wait! I- I'm a virgin!"

Orion pulled his lips back in a predatory smile. "Good, I like it tight."

She tensed as she felt his tip pushing into her passage. She couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't blink, couldn't even breathe. All she could do was try to brace herself as much as she could for what was coming.

Orion was about four inches in when he felt it, the blockage. And, instead of doing the right thing, he snorted in contempt and pushed forward as hard as he could.

And then there was screaming. Screaming so loud that it cracked the windows of the room.

Wingy felt like she was being ripped in half from the sheer size of him. She had no idea that someone this big even existed. How could they? Males like this were only ever found in cheap, half-flanked fanfictions that tried to include sex and end up making a mess of it, no pun intended.

Orion continued to push into her, feeling her walls convulse and twitch around him. He leaned over her, close to her ear. "You're so warm and soft, Wingy. I should have done this much sooner. Honestly, it's like a furnace in there," he teased, licking just behind her ear and making her twitch.

She didn't look at him when she spoke. "Sh- shut up, Orion."

He narrowed his eyes and hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm, I wonder if I can reach the entrance to your womb?" he mused aloud. Before she could do anything, he gave a hard thrust that had him almost bottoming out inside of her. "Heh, it looks like I can."

She shuddered in a mixture of pain and absolute euphoria. She grabbed as much of the thick blanket as she could in each talon and balled them into fists. "Orion?" she said slowly.

He hummed into her ear. "Yes?" he almost purred.

She whipped her head around to face him. She was crying, and a mixture of anger and begging was on her face. "Stop teasing and just screw me," she pleaded.

He laughed as he straightened himself, pulling out of her save for the tip. "That, I can do," he said. He then pushed the entire length back inside of her, parting the entrance of her womb slightly.

She moaned loudly, causing her to blush brightly through her feathers. But she didn't care about being embarrassed, this was amazing!

Over and over again, Orion would pull out to the tip, then push back into her and part her second entrance. He wasn't doing anything fancy this time. No foreplay, no worrying about his partner, nothing. He was focusing on himself and what he wanted. It just so happened to be causing a certain teenage griffon to experience her first non-self-induced orgasm. He growled a laugh at this. "Fuck, Wingy. I know this is your first time, but you didn't even last a minute," he teased her.

She couldn't even form a proper retort, on account of the overwhelming pleasure causing her entire form to shudder and convulse from the intensity of it. And the bad thing was that she wasn't even fully finished with her first one when the second one started.

Orion could feel this. Oh, yes, he could feel this. And he was loving it. Her walls, never for even one second stopped clenching around him, her body trying to suckle him for his hot seed. Her first orgasm brought with it pleasure for him. But the second was even stronger, and the third, even more so. Now, the fourth one was overtaking her, and Orion felt like his cock was going to be bruised for a few days. He opened his mouth to speak. "Wingy, you gotta calm down!" he breathed. "I won't be able to last much longer like this!"

She could hardly speak, and what she did say was barely understandable. "Ah-ee-ee-ee...Ca-ah-ah-ah-ah-nn-nn-nta-ah!"

Orion valiantly fought his way through her fifth, but her sixth was bringing him to the point of No Return.

She bit into the bed to suppress a scream. Her sixth was so strong that it hurt. And as her seventh came around, her tail was lashing around.

Orion saw it coming, but he could do nothing to stop it. Her tail wrapped around his neck, constricting so tightly that it was difficult to breathe as he struggled against everything to survive her eighth. When her ninth orgasm was at its peak, he actually started thinking that his dick was going to melt off from the burning heat inside of her. That, or his dick was going to be crushed into paste from her walls.

But no, it wasn't her ninth that did it. It was her tenth, painful, blissful, horrible, amazing, wonderful, great, perfect- well, there just aren't enough words to describe just how perfectly perfect her tenth orgasm was.

Orion pushed into her as far as he could go, breaching into her womb. "Holy, fucking... FUCK!!!" he articulated as he could handle no more and released everything he had into her.

She did much the same thing, calling out in her own language some form of obscenities to express her feelings for the situation.

They held that position for a few minutes as they caught their breath. Orion's neck was freed once Wingy realized that she was slowly choking him to death, and Orion loosened his death grip on her backside after he had gotten control over himself again.

He pulled out of her and took a quick step back to avoid the rush of liquids coming out of her.

She took a few deep breaths as she rested her head on the plush bed, the softness and warmth lulling her to sleep after that very strenuous activity. She closed her eyes for only a second before she felt Orion poke her in the side. She grumbled and swatted him away with a talon. "No, lemme sleep," she mumbled. The sound of ominous laughter and plastic crinkling caught her attention. She turned her head slowly to see what Orion was doing.

Orion had a packet of small blue pills in his hand. It was open and on of them was missing. As he stared at her, he set the packet and remaining pills on the edge of the bed before walking back between her hind legs. Then, his cock began to glow.

She watched in fascinated fear as the bright glow intensified to the point of blinding. When she could no longer handle the light, she shielded her eyes and looked away. the light lasted for only a minute, and when it was gone, she looked back to Orion. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Orion stood there, with a very pleased look on his face, and a second cock right above the first one. Just as big, just as menacing, just as wonderful.

In her mind, a single phrase surfaced and spoke to her softly.

The fun has been doubled!

***

And all throughout the night, the patrons of the hotel got no sleep, for the screams of pain, of pleasure, of horror, and of unbridled joy, were heard by all.

Author's Notes:

Yeah, after Orion and Wingy I decided to go back to using sex for nothing but comical purposes again, like I did when I kind of got a little silly with Wingy and Orion. I don't really like writing it, and unless there's some kind of grand consensus that demands I write more of it, I'm done with it for now. And about that italicized chat? It's supposed to be inside of his head, if you didn't realize it. I know it's probably OOC, but it's only for the laughs.