Several miles outside of the outskirts of Ponyville, was a lone building that was set up on the exit road that lead to the other, smaller townships in the area. While the place was fairly small, boasting the same size as a modest home, it was still well-known enough to stay in business all times of the year, despite it’s blank appearance on the outside. However, to those that were aware of what kind of place it was, all that it needed was the sign above the shop so ponies would know where to go: Umber’s Exotic Products.

Inside of the shop, not a single pony was inside to browse the numerous aisles the space boasted. Instead, while tasteful jazz played over the store’s overhead speakers, a lone stallion was seated behind the counter at the front with an art magazine in his hooves. Since no customers were around for the moment, there was nothing for the light tan-coated Pegasus to do but sit in wait. Of course, considering what kind of store he ran, he didn’t seem that surprised that no ponies were around during the middle of the day.

The pony looked around briefly, and made a small shiver due to the store feeling colder than usual. Even though he turned off the air conditioning an hour ago, the place still felt rather chilly due to the fall season soon approaching. So, the Pegasus took a moment before reaching underneath his counter to pull out his striped sweater. Since his mane was a pale orange, his sweater seemed to match his appearance quite well with various neutral and warm colors. Just as the sweater was fully on, concealing his wings without covering his cutie mark of an ink pen on his flank, the front door’s bell made a distinct “ding” to indicate somepony entering.

When he turned his attention to the door, his brows raised in pleasant surprise when he saw the couple walk into his shop. “Hello!” said the stallion cheerfully when Troy and Canvas entered the store. “Welcome to Umber’s Exotic Products. How can I help you?”

Despite the Pegasus’s cheerful greeting, Troy’s cheeks blushed briefly as he looked away with a sheepish expression. Fortunately, the aqua stallion beside him looked fairly less embarrassed, even though the two were inside of a store that specialized in… mature products. “Hello there,” said Canvas with a smile of his own as he greeted the clerk. He walked over to the counter, and readjusted the art bag draped at his side when he asked, “So, I take it that you’re Umber?”

“I sure am,” said the stallion confidently, not embarrassed one bit about his place of work. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Actually, I think so…” As Canvas opened his bag to rifle through the contents, Troy seemed slightly uncomfortable as he looked around the vacant store. On the wall right beside the front door of the shop, a massive shelf of film reels was arranged in alphabetical order across the entire wall; of course, from first glance, Troy could see from many of the titles that they probably weren’t known for their intriguing plotlines or skilled writing. But who knows? Maybe ‘Full-Flanked Milfs in Heat 6’ was the next contender for the Equestrian Film Awards this year.

And on the shelf opposite of the adult films, the Gryphon saw that it was donned with various accessories that seemed appropriate for ‘Fifty Shades of Hay’. Cuffs, whips, riding crops, and many other items were strewn across in such a way to make Troy’s cheeks turn redder in nervousness. While he knew that he shouldn’t feel so weird about being here, standing around this much porn and sex-themed products at once was still more than a little overwhelming.

Meanwhile, Canvas finally found what he was looking for, and pulled out a clear plastic baggie. Inside of the bag, the torn beak sheath from a few days before was inside. Canvas put the bag on the counter before explaining, “A friend of ours bought us this beak sheath for us to use, but it kinda… tore halfway through.”

“Ooh…” Umber’s brows rose as he bent his head down to look at the product, not touching it himself with his hooves. Seeing that the tear was at the beak sheathe’s tip, he made a small “Hmmm” to himself as his muzzle skewed slightly. “Well, let me see here…”

He looked up to turn his attention towards Troy, who was still looking around apprehensively. “Excuse me?”

“Hm?” Troy jolted a little as he looked towards the counter, and saw the Pegasus motion him to come over with a hoof. Troy still felt nervous, but it was mostly about the shop itself, so he didn’t hesitate much to come to the counter.

Umber finally picked up the baggie, and looked between the sheathe and Troy for a moment while pondering. “Hmmm… I think I know the issue here.” He turned back to Canvas to explain while pointing a hoof towards Troy. “It seems like your friend got the wrong size for his beak here. That is, if he was the one using it.”

Troy gave Umber a deadpan stare. “Well, I can’t think of anyone else in town that can use a beak sheath.”

Despite the Gryphon’s sarcastic tone, Umber just giggled and made a shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah, I suppose that was an obvious assumption.”

“Wait, the wrong size?” asked Canvas confusedly. “I didn’t think there were other sizes.”

“Well, of course!” said the stallion as he pointed to small box near the end of the counter, which carried several fresh packages of beak sheathes. He looked over at them as he added “I carry them right over the--”

Of course, as soon as he saw his small box, his statement paused when he realized all the packages were the same. Even though he just said they came in various sizes, it would’ve been hard to guess that from all of them being the small sheathes in pink. “Oh!” He peered inside of the box briefly, realizing his mistake before looking back at the two with an embarrassed smile. “I guess I must’ve only had the small ones out front.”

Umber then lifted the side door of the counter so he could walk out, and trotted towards the back room where the inventory was. Because of the security gem that was placed above the shop's main door, the shop-owner didn't have much worry about the two recognizable guys being left alone for a minute. “Just wait here,” said the Pegasus in a chipper tone before he was out of sight from the couple. “I know I have some of the other sizes in the back. Just look around the shop if you want.”

“Alright,” said Canvas with a wave before Umber disappeared into the back room. Of course, when he looked back at his boyfriend, the stallion’s smile lessened when he saw how cautious Troy still looked. “Umm… Troy?” asked Canvas. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” said the Gryphon quickly enough to not sound insincere; however, the way his feathers were ruffled definitely gave off the opposite impression. He looked away from the stallion awkwardly as he saw how many shelves there were in this small shop. “It’s just sorta… weird being here.”

Even though Canvas couldn’t say he was as nervous as his partner, he still understood enough to give the Gryphon a caring nuzzle at his side. “Oh, it’s alright, “ said the artist assuredly. “From what I heard, lots of ponies come by here.”

“I know, I know…” Troy’s blush only deepened as he answered honestly. “It’s just that… I’ve never been in one of these places before.”

Both of Canvas’s brows raised in slight surprise, not expecting the Gryphon to admit something like that. “Really? Like… ever?”

Troy just shook his head with a more embarrassed expression on his face. “No, I… can’t really say that I have.”

Even though the stallion was surprised, he looked around the store for a brief moment before responding with a meager sigh. “Huh. Well…” He looked back at Troy as he asked, “Are you… okay with being here?”

“Yeah, I am. It’s just… awkward, that’s all…”

Seeing how the Gryphon was looking, Canvas could only nod in understanding. After looking around the shop for a moment, the stallion grabbed two of the shopping baskets from the front counter. He gave one them to Troy before saying in a more optimistic tone of voice. “How about this: Since we both brought some bits with us, maybe we can both buy some stuff separately? You can buy what you want, and I can buy want I want...” Canvas’s eyes narrowed on the Gryphon as he grew a more sultry smirk on his muzzle. “And, who knows? Maybe we can surprise each other a bit.”

Troy held his basket in his claw, and looked around the store as his thoughts kept racing. While he couldn’t deny that Canvas had an interesting idea, the Gryphon still seemed a bit cautious when he looked back at him. “S-so… are you suggesting that we just… buy things for ourselves?”

Canvas made a small shrug while keeping his grin. “Well… for ourselves or for each other…” After thinking it over for a couple seconds, he clarified his statement by adding, “I just mean, maybe we can see what could be fun for us. Who knows?”

Despite still feeling unsure what to actually do, Troy was able to understand his coltfriend’s idea enough to make a small nod in agreement. “W-well… I… I guess that could be interesting…”

Canvas’s smile grew as me made a small giggle, and he bent in to give the Gryphon a kiss on his beak. “Alright,” said the stallion while holding his basket by his side, “I’ll keep my purchases private, and I won’t see what you buy. Deal?”

Troy nodded with a firm, albeit still uneasy look on his face. “I… I guess so…”

Canvas replied with a small nuzzle at the Gryphon’s side, and then began to trot away with his basket toward the other end of the store. “Just look around a bit,” said the pony with an optimistic tone as he walked away. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll see something you like.”

Even though he nodded his head, Troy still seemed uncomfortable as he stayed in place by the counter. After Canvas disappeared near the end of the shop, he finally responded with a weak, “Well… I hope so…”

Troy took a deep breath with his eyes closed, hoping that doing so would help to calm his nerves about being in a place so alien to him. Even though the Gryphon Kingdom had a few magazine stands that sold adult material, he didn’t know of a single establishment in the entire nation that had this much stuff all in one spot. So, after opening his eyes, the Gryphon decided to walk around the far end of the shop and see what aisles might appeal to his interests. Of course, while Troy walked past the row of whips and chains, he could hear his boyfriend make an impressed “Ooh” before pulling something off a shelf at the other end of the store. He wasn’t sure what it was, but the Gryphon decided to walk into a random aisle in an attempt to find something to pique his interests.

Meanwhile, Canvas had a more confident smirk on his muzzle while keeping his basket in his hoof. After grabbing a couple specific items from the clothing section, he planned to see what else this shop had to offer. Of course, when the back door to the shop reopened, he paused momentarily when Umber came back up to him with a box on his back. “Here you go”, said the Pegasus while holding a couple packages between his teeth. Two fresh packages of beak sheaths were dropped into Canvas’s basket, which carried those of a noticeably larger size alongside their ruby red color. “Hopefully those will work out better for you two,” said the stallion with a wink. “And if you want, I can throw those in for free with your purchase.”

“Really?” said Canvas with a surprised smile. “Wow, that’s really nice of you!”

“Oh, it isn’t a problem,” assured Umber with a tile of his head. “I didn’t realize I only had the small ones on display anyw--”

“GAH!!!”

Umber and Canvas turned their heads to the sound of the yelp, and saw Troy quickly shoot out of one of the aisles like it was emitting a poisonous cloud. The two could see the Gryphon look back at the aisle for a moment with a shocked and weirded expression before shuddering strongly. While Troy went into a different aisle, Canvas turned his head back to Umber when he heard him giggle to himself.

The Pegasus had a hoof to his muzzle while he chuckled, and eventually brought it down to explain. “I… think your buddy accidentally walked into the ‘Adult Foal’ aisle...”

Canvas’s eyes widened before looking back to where Troy was formerly at. “Wait, really?!” The aqua pony considered leaning in a bit to take a peek, but decided against it with a shuddered shake of his head. “Ugh, I don’t even want to know…”

Umber just shrugged and replied, “Hey, you’d be surprised how popular that section really is.”

“Ech, I suppose…” Wanting to clear his head of that detail, Canvas began to walk away to explore any aisle instead of that one. “Well, thanks for the sheaths, Mister Umber. And, the warning…”

Even though he could hear Umber laugh on his way back to the counter, Canvas also overheard his boyfriend grabbing something at another section of the store. While his ears perked up curiously, the pony merely smirked in anticipation before continuing his own shopping. He may have had no idea what Troy was looking at, but he was happy that the Gryphon was starting to get used to the store as well.

For about fifteen minutes, both of them browsed along most of the aisles of the shop, and each were able to hear whenever the other added something to their basket. Whether it was the distinct jingle of hangers from the clothing aisle, the clinking of something metal, or just the clunk of a box or package, both of them were blushing more at the thought of what the other was getting than they were at their own purchases. In fact, the only time either of them spoke was when Canvas asked about something, which Troy overheard from a couple aisles over.

“Hey, Umber. What are sounding rods for? Is that for like, ears or something?”

“Oh, nooooo… No, no, no…” Umber could be heard giggling before adding. “That’s for a much different hole! Read the package.”

“Oh, here it is. Let me see… Lubrication is highly recommended before inserting into the urethral--AAHHH!”

Troy nearly dropped his basket from laughing so hard, and he was sure that Canvas was blushing deeper than anything when he heard him hastily place the package of rods back where he found them. But still, despite having no experience inside of a store like this, Troy had to admit that it was good that he and Canvas shopped separately. Given what’s been on his mind recently, he was wanting to privately see what this store had to help him out.

By the time Troy got all the items he needed, he had a pleased smile when the lids on both sides of the basket’s top were able to close fully. He may have not gotten a ton of things, but he still felt it was more than enough for his first time here. As the Gryphon walked over to the counter, he saw that Canvas was near the magazine rack, browsing one of the store’s ‘high’ literature. Of course, what made Troy widen his eyes in confusion was what his boyfriend was actually reading.

After peering over Canvas’s shoulder to make sure the magazine title was correct, he peered down at him and asked, “Really? A Playcolt?”

“Hm?” Canvas looked up to his boyfriend and made a small shrug. “Yeah. So?” He turned back to the article he was reading as he said, “There’s a really good interview piece in here with Fancy Pants. If anything, I might buy this just for that.”

After seeing that Canvas was indeed reading one of the few pages that didn’t feature any mares, Troy couldn’t help cackling while shaking his head. “I swear, I think you’re the only stallion who ever said you were reading Playcolt for the articles without it being a lie!”

Umber piped up from behind the counter. “Not true! I read them for the articles too.”

While Troy looked back at Umber briefly with a skewed brow, Canvas chuckled at the Gryphon’s statement and said, “Well, I suppose I can’t blame you for thinking that. But to be honest, I actually read these back in high school too.”

“Seriously?” asked Troy as he turned back to his coltfriend.

Canvas nodded, albeit more weakly than before. “Well, yeah. I mean, I only bought a few issues, but those were just as decoys. I hid my real stuff underneath a loose floorboard in my closet, and I put the Playcolts underneath the mattress in case my Dad ever tried to snoop around.”

“Ah…” As soon as he heard Canvas mention his Dad, Troy’s shoulders slumped down a little bit in disheartenment. While he didn’t want to be reminded of that bastard, he knew that he couldn’t complain. Given what kind of place Canvas grew up in, the Gryphon could only imagine how hard it could’ve been for his coltfriend to live in that kind of environment.

Canvas flipped through a couple pages of the magazine as he continued. “Plus, I tried to look through them a couple times to see if they did anything for me. But in the end, it only just confirmed that I wasn’t into mares…” Canvas stopped at the centerfold of the magazine, and unfolded it to reveal a mare lying on her back in a bed covered in roses. Due to the camera being angled from high above, the mare’s laid-back position gave a very detailed view of her wettened slit between her open legs. Canvas carried a slightly skewed expression while looking at the photograph, obviously not getting much interest from it.

Troy, on the other hoof, peered in closer as he stared at the centerfold with widened eyes. His head tilted to the side like a curious eagle as he asked, “So… do all mares look like that?”

Canvas shrugged his shoulder. “I really don’t think you should be asking me that question, but… probably, I guess.”

Troy blinked a couple times as his eyes narrowed on the picture. “Man… that looks totally different from a Gryphon’s…”

Canvas looked back at his boyfriend to ask, “And how would you know that?”

“What? I told you we had magazines back home! Wait…” Troy pulled away from the Playcolt issue to scan the rest of the magazine rack. While Canvas placed the magazine in his basket for future reading (being careful to make sure Troy didn’t see the other contents inside), Umber noted the Gryphon’s frustrated expression while he struggled to find something in the rack.

The Pegasus spoke up for him to hear, “Uhhh… I think Hot Chicks is at the bottom.”

“Oh, there they are…” Troy pulled out the issue from the bottom, and gave the clerk a quick “Thanks” before opening the magazine. Canvas peered in from Troy’s side while he flipped through the pages, and stopped on the shot of a stunning brown Gryphoness lying on a rock outdoors. Her pose was much more blatant than the Playcolt model’s, as she held up one of her legs high to show off her exposed labia. Of course, despite how spread-open she was presenting herself, it was clear that the Gryphoness’ lips and slit were much thinner in comparison to a mare’s. While the Playcolt model had rather thick vaginal lips, this one was surprisingly more discrete and subtle in comparison.

“See?” asked Troy as he glanced back at his coltfriend. “That’s what I’ve seen from magazines back home.”

“Huh…” Canvas browsed through more of the pages after Troy handed him the magazine, and it was clear that he looked more curious about it than he was for the models in Playcolt. Meanwhile, Troy’s eyes caught sight of a particular magazine at the top of the rack, which had an article name which had his attention. Looking between his partner and the issue, he carefully used his tail to grab it without Canvas’s suspicion. Umber watched carefully, remembering what he heard a merchant say about a Gryphon who used her tail to steal an apple in town, as Troy slowly placed the magazine in his basket and closed the lid.

“I gotta say…” Canvas had an impressed smirk on his muzzle as he continued to scan the pages of Gryphonesses in various poses. “Whoever did the lighting for these shots is amazing!”

Troy turned back to him with a befuddled look, and saw that Canvas was at a page where a light pink Gryphoness was in mid-orgasm while using a dildo on herself. “Seriously? That’s what catches your attention?! The lighting?”

“I can’t help it!” Canvas tried looking back at previous pages to see if any of them had a name at the bottom. “Whoever did the photography for these really knew what they were doing. I’m really impressed, Troy!” After seeing the name for the photographer on one page, and writing it down on a notepad in his art bag (all while Troy shook his head in disbelief), Canvas looked back up at the Gryphon and asked, “Are all Gryphon magazines like that?”

“Nooooo…” Troy shook his head strongly with widened eyes as he made that statement as clear as possible. “Seriously, no! In fact, that one’s pretty tame, to be honest! You’d be shocked if you read something like Squatter!”

Canvas and Umber both looked at Troy curiously, but the aqua stallion was the first to ask, “Ummm… Squatter?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s…” Realizing what he said, Troy turned embarrassed as he looked away and rubbed the back of his head nervously. With a small blush appearing beneath his silver feathers, the Gryphon reluctantly continued in a more flustered tone. “Well, ummm… there’s a big fetish back in the Gryphon Kingdom, and a lot of guys have a thing for…” Troy cringed a little, but only paused for a second before admitting in a weirded-out tone. “For, ummm… egg-laying.”

Canvas reeled back with a grossed-out look on his face. “Eww! Are you serious?!”

“Dead serious,” said the Gryphon with a firm glance back at his coltfriend. “I mean, I’m not into it, but all my older brothers have subscriptions to Squatter! It’s kinda creepy how popular that magazine actually is. Every magazine stand had them!”

“Ugh…” Canvas shook his head as he struggled to grasp that concept, and placed the issue of Hot Chicks back in its place. “Well… whatever floats their boat, I guess.”

While Troy shrugged his shoulders, both he and Canvas overheard Umber at the counter muttering to himself slowly, “Squatter…”

The two turned their heads to the counter, and saw the Pegasus with a pencil in his mouth writing the name down on a sheet of paper. When he finished getting the name down, he noticed how the two were staring at them before putting down his pencil. “What? I have a business to run! Besides, oviposition is a huge fetish nowadays. If ponies like eggs going in, why not the opposite?”

Troy and Canvas’s expressions only turned more uncomfortable, and the Gryphon asked in slight disgust, “Ovi-what now?!”

“Oh, it’s some Changeling thing.” Umber pointed a hoof to one of the walls that shelved the various toys he got from Terrible Drake. One of which was pitch-black, and had a weird alien-like shape that had a wide opening at the tip. “That one is based off some egg-laying appendage that Changeling Queens possess, and it comes with a kit for egg-shaped gelatin pieces that you put inside of the base. It also comes with a pump that shoots the eggs up inside the toy, and they come out at the top while inside--”

“Ughhh!!” Troy clenched his eyes shut and waved his claw to make Umber stop. “I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know!”

While Canvas stared at the toy for another moment with a disturbed look and a small blush, Umber merely shrugged and turned his attention back to the two customers. “So, you two find what you were looking for?”

Troy and Canvas looked back at each other for a second, and both of them smiled as they turned back to the clerk. “Yep,” said the stallion with a smirk as he placed his basket on the counter first. “I think we--”

DING!

The front door to the shop opened again, and all three turned to see Rainbow Dash stroll in while looking through her saddlebag. “Hey, Umber. You know if my order came in ye--GAAAHHH!!!”

As soon as she look up and saw the wide-eyed couple. Dash froze at the spot like a deer in the headlights. After a few seconds of silence, the mare whipped her head around like a startled housecat before stammering out loud. “Uhhhh… I… Th-th-this isn’t the gym!!”

She quickly bolted out of the store in a split second, not bothering to pick up her order while the other three could be heard cracking up inside.

After their less than normal shopping trip, Canvas and Troy headed back home with the shopping bags at their sides. Fortunately, Umber’s Exotic Products happened to use plain brown bags instead of anything with logos (for very obvious reasons), so the couple didn’t have to deal with any uncomfortable stares or conversations with other ponies during their trek back to the house. As soon as they got back into their home, Canvas happily trotted up the stairs first his bag. “Hey Troy, can you wait downthairs a thecond?” asked the stallion while the handle was in his mouth. “Ah wanna make thure my thingsh are a thurprishe.“

“No prob,” said Troy as he put down his own bag, but he made sure to keep his eyes on Canvas until he was out of sight. When the pony was finally upstairs, Troy went into his own bag as soon as he overheard Canvas ruffling through his. Troy pulled out the magazine he purchased earlier, which was titled Bottoms Up. And from the look of the cover, which featured an obviously feminized unicorn stallion on the front wearing a pair of pink panties (which were barely able to conceal the leaking bulge practically bursting at the front), it was fairly clear what kind of content the magazine was going to contain. However, the Gryphon didn’t buy the magazine for the stallion on the front, but rather for the title of an article printed near the bottom:

‘Curious About A Switch? 5 Rules You Need To Know Before Bottoming~’

Troy clenched his beak a little in apprehension, and his cheeks were clearly blushing from the thoughts of what that article might have inside. After glancing up at the the loft again, Troy decided that it might be safer to read the article in a more private place. So, after grabbing his bag of items, the Gryphon went into the bathroom and locked the door.

Even though Troy wasn’t able to properly use the shower in the bathroom due to its size, he was at least grateful that the pony-sized toilet wasn’t impractical enough for his stature. The Gryphon made sure to put down the lid before sitting down, and opened the magazine to the section he was looking for. At the top of the page, the headshot of a tan unicorn stallion with a brown mane was shown with a small smirk on his muzzle. Next to the photo was the pony’s name, who was appropriately named Sweet Cheeks, along with his notation as being the author of this article. And underneath that, the title was written in bold pink font which made Troy squirm in discomfort:

‘Wanting to try bottoming? Here are the facts you need to know!’

Despite knowing what he was wanting to do, the Gryphon still felt apprehensive about reading much more due to the way this article was presented. But after closing his eyes to make a quick sigh, Troy regained his focus and continued to read on.

‘Rule number one: Don’t Rush Into It! The rectum is a muscle, and like all muscles, you shouldn’t start with anything too big. If you feel that something could be too long or thick for you, don’t risk it! Try something smaller as a training tool and work your way up!’

Troy’s beak was clamped shut, mostly since he couldn’t argue with that rule one bit. Thinking it over, the Gryphon knew that Canvas’s equipment might be too much for him to take at the moment. Heck, back when the two were in bed with Troy underneath the stallion, he was almost certain that Canvas was going to try ramming it in without a second thought. Of course, that memory only made Troy blush even deeper as his feathers started to ruffle out.

Mostly since a part of him wasn’t against that idea in the slightest.

Troy took a deep breath as he continued to read, and the rest of the rules and tips seemed pretty basic; the importance of proper cleaning before sex, as well as how to correctly use tools meant for those things, what kinds of lubrication work best, and breathing techniques meant to relax the body to prepare for penetration. But when Troy got to the last section of the article, his eyes widened as he saw what final suggestion Sweet Cheeks had listed.

‘And last but not least, if you want to know if bottoming is something you can enjoy, using a proper toy will usually do the trick! Whether it’s a dildo or a plug (or something around the house with a base), just remember to go slowly and carefully your first time. Finding your prostate might be tricky for first-timers, but it can open up a whole new world of pleasure when you do~’

Seeing the mention of toys, Troy blinked a couple times before glancing over at his bag lying on the floor. During his trek around the shop, Troy made sure to get the items that he knew he would need, and was fortunate that there was a particular box that suited his needs perfectly. The Gryphon placed the magazine back into his bag, and then pulled out the box labeled Anal Plug Training Kit: Set of Three Sizes.

Judging by the clear packaging on the front which showed the three plugs, Troy could see that this could actually work. The smallest plug actually looked quite manageable, and the largest one seemed to have the same girth at its widest as his boyfriend’s member. As he stared at the box, Troy pondered whether or not he shoul--

Knock Knock Knock!

“GAH!” Troy quickly shoved the box back into its bag before shouting “I’m in here!”

“Oh! Sorry,” said Canvas apologetically through the other side of the door. “I just wanted to say that I got my things hidden.”

“Uhh… okay,” replied the Gryphon in a slightly flustered tone, hoping that Canvas didn’t hear the ruffling that came from his bag. “Th-thanks, babe.”

“Oh, and I was wanting to ask,” added the stallion while still by the door. “Do you know where the movie tickets we bought are?”

“Ummm… I think they’re on the fridge door on a magnet.”

“Oh, alright. Thanks.”

The sound of Canvas’s hooves could be heard walking away from the door, and Troy sighed as he settled on top of the toilet seat. Due to their shopping trip, Troy forgot that they bought tickets in advance for the new werewolf movie that recently came out. And looking over at the small clock that hung by the door, he was able to see that they still had about two and a half hours before that flick started.

Perhaps…

Troy peered down at his bag again, now with a much deeper blush than what he had before. Since Canvas would think that his boyfriend was occupied in the bathroom, and there was plenty of time to spare, the Gryphon looked at the door briefly and made sure the lock was on. And in a split-second decision, Troy took a breath before taking out the box again.

And also, the bottle of lubricant he bought.

While he couldn’t believe he was going to do this, Troy’s heart began to race at the thought of what he was actually going to try. Even though he knew this wasn’t going to be anything like what Canvas did with his tongue the other day, the Gryphon was still adamant about getting himself ready for more. After the things he felt from that experience, Troy knew that he wasn’t going to let this desire slip by because of any fears or uncertainties. He wanted to get himself prepared for this, and like the magazine said, he needed to train first.

Troy carefully opened one end of the box with his talons, and pulled out the clear plastic packaging that held the three plugs. All of them were black and smooth, and seemed to be made of a silicone of some kind to ensure slickness. All of them also had an odd-looking red dot at the bottom. While he pulled out the smallest plug from its packaging, Troy didn’t notice the little black remote that fell out of the box, and onto the bathroom rug where he couldn’t hear it.

Looking at the plug, Troy could see that its width was fairly small near the base, but quickly went out to about two inches at its widest point above it. While he knew that it might not be that large (especially in comparison to the others), it still intimidated the Gryphon enough to make him wonder if this was a good idea. But after a quick shake of his head, Troy regained his composure and grabbed the bottle of lube with his other claw.

As he uncapped the bottle and began to pour a generous amount on the tip of the plug, Troy couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel as his clenched beak skewed in anticipation. Even though he couldn’t say he thought about that sort of thing much before being with Canvas, that encounter from the other day made him wonder about it more than ever. Remembering how that warm, slick tongue of the stallion’s slid inside of him and made his entire body pulsate like crazy, Troy had to know if doing anything more was really possible for him.

The Gryphon placed the properly lubed plug down on the top of the toilet lid, and closed his eyes as he carefully positioned himself on top of it. With his breathing coming out shakily, Troy was already growing hard as he tried to think about what could be in that plug’s place. His mind quickly got the perfect thought as his tail slowly lifted upward, and the Gryphon envisioned himself in his nest with Canvas. The pony was lying underneath him, looking up at Troy with a lustrous grin on his face.

And as he lowered himself down, Troy imagined that huge, throbbing cock of the stallion’s as the tip of the plug touched his hole.

Troy tried to breathe out heavily, remembering the advice given in that article. While he knew that the plug was still small, he didn’t want to tense himself up too much for it to not go in. So after a few deep breaths, all while envisioning his coltfriend underneath him, Troy began to push himself down. While one claw kept the plug in place underneath him, and the other propped against the bathroom counter for leverage, Troy imagined that Canvas’s hooves were held against his sides, like he was guiding the Gryphon down into his cock.

“That’s right, big boy,” Troy thought, imagining Canvas’s voice as he carefully lowered himself down on top of the plug. “You know you wanna take that…”

Troy could feel the tip of the plug begin to slide in, and he was surprised just how easily the top half was able to enter inside of him without much trouble. But before he could even open his eyes, they clenched tighter as he felt the first bout of resistance. Halfway towards the thickest part of the plug, Troy could feel it take up more space, and his hole began to stretch against the ever-widening silicone it was wrapped around. A brief gasp escaped the Gryphon, and he had to pause briefly when he felt just how thick the plug was feeling. And he wasn’t even at the largest width of it yet.

“Don’t stop, Troy…”

Canvas’s voice entered his mind again, and Troy tried to think of the pony underneath him. Imagining his face, the Gryphon could see Canvas giving an encouraging smirk as he held him in place over his rigid member. “Come on, little chickie,” the pony would say, licking his lips up at Troy as he coaxed him into doing deeper. “You wanna feel me inside, don’t you?~”

With his own cock starting to throb at the thought of his partner calling him that, Troy couldn’t help nodding to his own thoughts. As his face grew a deeper shade of red through his feathers, Troy grunted as he pushed himself down harder. The pain started to become more apparent, and his beak opened as he winced from the intensity of it. Even with the lubrication, the Gryphon could feel his hole tighten around the toy, like it was trying to spit it out.

Nevertheless, Troy pushed himself down on the plug even harder in response, letting it go deeper inside and stretch his hole even more. A throaty groan came out of his beak, and he almost stopped his movements until hearing Canvas’s voice again.

“Oh, yeah…” Troy thought about his partner’s voice becoming more strained, like the pony was struggling not to cum right then and there. “D-don’t stop, little chickie… You’re… you’re almost at the r-ridge…”

Troy moaned at the thought of that stallion’s thick cock, and imagined that thick, meaty medial ridge just an inch from going inside of him. With his own cock beginning to leak at the mental image, the Gryphon clenched his beak shut before deciding to go for it. He wanted that cock. He wanted to have Canvas hold him tightly and claim him for his own. He wanted to be filled, and to be left moaning and squirming in pleasure and need like Canvas had been with him.

But despite the immense pain that came from that last push, which made the Gryphon feel like he was about to tear apart, that intensity from the plug’s thickest point lasted for only a second. As soon as the plug’s widest part sunk in, Troy’s hole quickly tightened up around the smallest point directly underneath. The Gryphon let out a shaky breath as he sighed deeply, and he felt like his hole was almost sucking the plug in from how much the base continuously pressed against his rear. After pulling his claw away, Troy took a brief moment to let his body settle, and then he sat himself down against the toilet lid.

As soon as he sat down, a huge wave of pleasure shot through his entire body as he felt the plug sink in even deeper. A hearty moan broke through his beak, and he had to grab the towel from the rack in front of him to muffle his noises. While one claw held the towel against his face to silence his moans, his other claw quickly wrapped around his cock. He began to vigorously stroke himself, imagining his stallion underneath him crying out in ecstasy. He could imagine how warm Canvas’s seed would feel inside of him when he came, and the Gryphon’s head rolled back as he thought about the pony’s cock pulsating in him, before he would flood his insides with--

BANG BANG BANG!!

“TROY!” shouted Canvas from the other side of the bathroom door again, which was enough to make Troy scream and nearly fall off the toilet. Canvas’s voice sounded much more panicked as he shouted, “Troy, I just looked at the tickets, and we got the wrong time! These aren’t for the six pm screening! They’re for four pm!”

Troy groaned in pain as he cat in a fetal position on the toilet. Due to that interruption, he felt like he his balls were about to burst from being edged that hard. But despite how badly his cock throbbed for its much needed attention, the Gryphon’s focus changed after registering what his coltfriend just told him. “Wha… I was… wait, WHAT?!”

“Yes, the tickets say they’re for four!!” yelled Canvas before running from the door. Troy could hear the stallion running to grab something (probably his art bag) as he continued to shout, “Troy, if we don’t make it in twenty minutes, we can’t use those tickets! We gotta go NOW!”

“NOW?!” Troy had both claws at his crotch as he panted rapidly. He looked over at the clock again, seeing that the time was at 3:41. While he knew that going from their house to the movie theater in twenty minutes would be cutting it extremely short, the Gryphon wasn’t sure if he could go without tending to his very obvious problem. But before he could even think about rubbing one off as quickly as he could, Troy heard Canvas bang at the bathroom door again. “Troy, come on!!”

“A-alright!!” blurted the Gryphon, which made him freeze in the realization that he won’t be able to cum yet. Even with his cock throbbing and his balls risking becoming blue, Troy knew it was too late. Even as he raised himself up from his seat, Troy could barely even think about the plug still in his rear as he grabbed his things to place back into the bag. As his whole body shook in need, the Gryphon couldn’t help looking down at his desperately throbbing cock before muttering feebly, “S-sorry…”

Troy quickly rushed out of the bathroom and went up the stairs, making the plug inside of him become apparent when he placed his bag in the corner of the loft. But given the time, Troy couldn't risk pulling it out without Canvas noticing (not to mention the mess it could make if he pulled it out now). So, in the split second he needed to decide, Troy chose to to just rush out of the house without tending to his plug, hoping to any Princess listening that he wasn’t going to regret that decision.

Canvas was looking inside of his bag as he placed the tickets in one of the pockets, so he didn’t see Troy’s erect cock swinging around while he ran past him. After checking to see that the couple’s drinks and snacks were discreetly stashed at the bottom, Canvas looked in the bathroom in case Troy forgot something. The stallion didn’t notice anything on the counter, but he did notice some odd black object on the bathroom rug. Not knowing what it was, Canvas shrugged before placing the remote to Troy’s plug inside of his bag and going to the front door. And with the Gryphon waiting outside, Canvas locked the door behind him before the two went off.