The moon shone brightly in the sky, giving the only illumination among the otherwise pitch black night. A heavy mist of fog covered every inch of the ground, leaving only the headstones and dead trees to be seen sticking out from beneath the mist. Even though there wasn’t a single star in the sky, the lingering fog caught enough of the moonlight to give the space an eerie glow with each step.

Troy breathed out deeply, and a thick cloud of steam escaped his beak. It was clear that this graveyard was cold, but the Gryphon didn’t feel the slightest bit chilly. In fact, he felt surprisingly comfortable, despite the fact that he had no idea where he was. Even though the looming dead trees in the distance seemed to trigger something in his mind, the closest that Troy could feel to familiarity to this place was Deja Vu.

The Gryphon wasn’t sure how long he was walking around this dark and gloomy place, but his paws didn’t feel uncomfortable with each step he made against the surprisingly soft grass. Due to the lingering silence, Troy almost wanted to think that this place was tranquil in a weird sort of way. He stopped for a second, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness while looking around. Even when a cloud of bats flew over his head, all he could do was scan the area with a curious eye.

It wasn’t until he heard a deep howl in the distance that Troy’s heart began to race.

Like the missing piece to a complicated puzzle, that primal cry helped Troy to realize where he was. The headstones and dead trees suddenly made sense now. While he couldn’t say he necessarily paid much attention to the movie itself, the Gryphon definitely saw the similarities to that graveyard in comparison to this one. In fact, the whole place felt strangely… identical.

The Gryphon’s eyes started to widen slowly. He was coming to the slow, but very clear realization of what might happen if he stayed here. That howl wasn’t just added ambience to the place; it was a warning.

Before Troy could even think of walking again, another howl made the tufts in his ears perk up; this one was louder, and much closer than the first.

Troy quickly looked around with a clear expression of worry on his face. He wasn’t sure where that howl came from, but he didn’t want to stay too long and find out the hard way. As he looked around for an exit, an open gate in the distance caught his eyes. He quickly regained his ability to walk, and he began moving at a much faster pace in hopes of avoiding a much closer-sounding howl.

However, before he could even make ten steps, the Gryphon heard something much more sinister from behind. A low rumble made the fur on Troy’s back crawl straight up. Soon, it became a growl so loud, that he was surprised that it didn’t shake the ground underneath him. He was completely frozen at the spot, and felt completely helpless when the growling came closer towards him.

A hot huff of breath blew against the back of the Gryphon’s neck. Troy tried not to shudder and risk making too much movement, but he still felt his entire body tense up in a mix of uncertainty and pure unbridled fear. Slowly, Troy took the risk to crane his head around to see what was lurking behind him. As his eyes peered towards the figure, they soon widened when Troy saw what was towering over him.

Troy couldn’t even gasp before a large paw swiped him from the side, forcing the Gryphon to fall on his back. With the fog enveloping him, Troy could only look up at his attacker with his pupils shrunk against his wide-open eyes. A forepaw came down at both sides of the ground by Troy’s head, wordlessly making it clear that the Gryphon isn’t supposed to move. Although, Troy wasn’t even sure if he could if he had the choice.

Even though it stood much taller than Troy usually did at his highest pose, its face was now within inches of the Gryphon’s. Under the pale moonlight, the figure’s greenish-blue fur looked much darker and more sinister than before. Its chestnut brown mane came down in long, ragged locks which almost looked like dreads. And in front of those burning blue eyes, its long, thick muzzle was lined with razor-sharp fangs.

Troy was beyond terrified, and his heart was racing like a jackrabbit as this creature had him pinned down. However, as he he stared up at the beast, the Gryphon soon began to realize how familiar it really looked. The color of its mane and fur, the shade of blue that made up its eyes, and even the faint scent of paint that could be caught among that thick, overwhelming musk. Troy could only stare in astonishment at what-- no… at who this creature was that had him pinned in such a state. The Gryphon shakily opened his beak and tried to ask. “C… Canvas?”

The Were-Pony made a menacing snarl, and drool began to drip from its glistening fangs as he growled closer towards Troy’s throat. Even though he had no idea how this could’ve happened, all that Troy could do was lie in total stillness, hoping to anyone listening that his possessed lover wasn’t going to kill him while turned to this form. As the beast formally known as Canvas bent in closer towards its victim, Troy clenched his eyes shut in a panic, hoping his death would at least be instant.

Several seconds passed, but for Troy, it easily felt like hours at least. His breaths came out weak, but very rapid as he waited for his demise. But by the time he realized that nothing was happening, Troy didn’t see Canvas’ glistening teeth up to his face when he timidly opened his eyes.

Instead, Troy saw a very different part of the Were-Pony’s pointed at him.

Since Troy was lying on the ground, Canvas was easily able to move past him so his lower half towered above the Gryphon’s head. Because of that, all Troy could do was lay in a confused state when he saw the beast’s massive and erect cock pointed right at his face.

It was no secret that Canvas already had quite an impressive length (at least in the Gryphon’s eyes). However, in this larger, more primal form of the Were-Pony’s, Canvas’ stallionhood was significantly larger, and much thicker than Troy remembered it to be. The entire thing looked almost as thick as Troy’s hind leg, but the moonlight that caught against its marbled, leathery shaft made it look unbelievably smooth. Aside from the thick medial ring, the beast’s stallionhood seemed to be guiding Troy’s eyes from Canvas’ plump, hanging balls all the way to that massive, drooling head.

Due to the unexpected situation he was in, Troy didn’t even realize at first how much the Were-Pony’s cock was leaking copious amounts of pre. An especially large glob of the milky white substance drooled out from Canvas’ thick head, and dropped onto the top of the Gryphon’s chest. When Troy tried to breathe in, his senses were hit with the powerful, overbearing scent of the beast’s powerful musk. And due to the precum dripping out of the creature’s cock, the scent was only getting stronger the longer that Troy laid underneath it.

Slowly, Troy’s cheeks began to blush, and his breathing became slower and deeper. As he stared up at Canvas’ domineering figure and cock, his eyes started to become half lidded as more of that beastly musk flowed into his lungs. He knew exactly what was happening, mostly since he distinctly remembered doing this very same thing with Canvas when he was still just a pony. But now, this new Canvas had the Gryphon right where he wanted him, and waited as Troy took in more of that inhibiting musk.

Soon, Troy was taking deep, heavy breaths, and was barely able to keep his eyes open. That primal, undeniably masculine scent flooded all his senses, and the Gyphon could only lie back and keep inhaling as his own cock grew out of its sheath. The more that he stared up at that massive appendage, the more that Troy wanted it for his own. He wanted to touch its smooth skin. He wanted to taste that thick, delicious-looking pre that was dripping from the tip like a faucet. He wanted to give that cock all the attention it deserved.

But most of all, Troy wanted that cock to take him.

Without even thinking, Troy’s head moved forward on its own, and the Gryphon’s beak opened to allow his tongue to drag along the underside of Canvas’ shaft. The Were-Pony made a low, guttural growl in approval as it snarled above him. Troy closed his eyes, and moaned through his open beak as he made a heavy lap against that thick member. He slowly worked his way up to the head, letting his tongue grace that smooth skin and pick up that salty, musky taste that made him crave more.

When he felt his tongue reach the tip of the crown, Troy opened his eyes for a brief moment. Seeing how close he was to the head of his lover’s cock, and just how thick an especially large glob of pre looked as it seeped from the tip, the Gryphon didn’t hesitate to give it a much-needed taste. One of his claws came up to grasp at the shaft just above the medial ridge, and his beak was just barely able to go over the head as he greedily lapped up the salty glob. Even with the tip of the beast’s cock crammed in his beak, Troy still let out a muffled moan as he savored the feel of Canvas’ pre slowly pouring down his eager throat.

Troy couldn’t take it anymore. After that first taste, the Gryphon knew that he needed more. While the beast above him continued to growl for more, Troy tried to open his beak as wide as it could go so he could push more of that cock inside. And after taking a deep breath, Troy pushed his face against that massive member, slowly inching the crown past his beak and towards his throat.

The Were-Pony made a low, purring rumble in approval. Its hind legs buckled a little, making its hips thrust forward to cram more inside the Gryphon’s mouth. Despite the fact that it was cutting off his oxygen, Troy couldn’t care less as the musky taste and scent overwhelmed all of his senses. As it slid further back and began to cram into his throat, all that the Gryphon could think about was how to get more of that beastly cock in him.

His cheeks were flushed with a deep red, and both his claws were now wrapped around the shaft of the creature’s cock. Without even needing to be told, Troy began to make long, pronounced strokes along the length of Canvas’ cock that wasn’t already in his drooling beak. He wasn’t able to breathe, but that only gave the Gryphon incentive to stroke as quickly as he could to milk this beast’s plump, heavy balls. As the tufts of his ears picked up at the sounds of the Were-Pony’s breathing becoming more rapid, Troy internally grinned as he closed his eyes in anticipation.

Tears began to stream from his clenched eyes as his lungs started burning from the lack of air. Nevertheless, Troy continued to stroke the Were-Pony’s massive cock, hoping to feel that warm, gooey load pour down his throat and fill him up. A hungry moan escaped his beak when he felt that hot flesh of the beast’s begin to tense up and throb in his claws. He could envision those thick, juicy orbs behind it start to ride up, pumping all that musky and virile seed straight down his gullet as--

Before another thought could go through Troy’s mind, he was instantly thrown off track when he felt the beast pull back. Despite not wanting to let go, the Gryphon was quick to try and relax his throat as much as he could, allowing the massive cock to be pulled out of his mouth. Due to the thickness of that crown, the head of of Canvas’ member made a tight suction inside of Troy’s throat, making a wet pop when it was finally free. But before the Gryphon could process the way his throat burnt from the flare that scratched along it, The Were-Pony let out a deafening howl.

Canvas let out a primal cry above the Gryphon, and his legs tensed up as shot after shot of the creature’s hot, thick load showered over Troy. Since his beak was open to make a profound gasp and suck in some much-needed air, several spurts of Canvas’ cum found their way inside his maw while splattering all over his face. Ropes of the sticky fluid also draped across the Gryphon’s feathered chest, joining with the surprisingly thick puddle of pre from earlier. Due to his heavy breathing, Troy was barely able to even moan as he savored that rich, masculine taste that was practically plastered inside of his beak.

The Were-Pony made several brief, winded huffs while standing above the cum-covered Gryphon he just claimed. The scent was undeniably his, and the creature growled in satisfaction as he looked down at Troy. While the Gryphon moaned and breathed in deeply, his cock was nearly throbbing in need from the lack of being touched. Meanwhile the rest of his panting body had ropes of cum all over him; he was clearly marked by his Alpha.

Canvas’ cock was still fully erect as well, and a drop of its remaining seed stayed at the tip of it. Slowly, the Were-Pony backed up a couple steps, and lowered its hips to claim one last area. The tip of its cock dragged alongside the bottom of the Gryphon’s shaft, causing Troy to moan deeply. The musky pre glistened as it was applied onto Troy’s twitching cock, marking it as the beast’s own. The Gryphon shuddered deeply, knowing that there was no getting away from this beast as Canvas’ musk practically became imbedded into him. However, it was clear that the beast wanted something more from Troy.

One of Canvas’ massive paws grabbed Troy at the side and rolled him over to his stomach. With his cock still hard, and clearly in need of relief, the Were-Pony growled loudly while waiting for the Gryphon’s response.

Panting heavily, Troy looked behind him, seeing the way his beast’s eyes were burning with intensity. It was the exact same look of passion that Canvas had before, so it was obvious what he was wanting from his marked piece of prey. Troy was panting heavily, and his eyes peered down at that massive member the beast had pointed at him.

The Gryphon blushed deeply, and his heart raced at the sight and size of that cock. Even though he should’ve been worried about what that would do to him, each rapid breath he took only increased his lust as he took in more of that musk which covered him. His thoughts were becoming cloudy at best, and all he was wanting to do was take that cock for all it was worth. As he gazed at that massive appendage, marveling at how it looked under the pale moonlight above them, the Gryphon couldn’t keep himself from the primal urge he felt building up in his body.

Without hesitation, Troy lifted his hind legs up and presented himself to the beast. His tail flagged up high, exposing himself for Canvas’ taking.

The Were-Pony pounced its prey, and had the Gryphon pinned down with its forepaws while the thick, throbbing cock prodded at Troy’s rear. A throaty moan escaped Troy’s beak as his head raised up to the sky. His eyes remained closed, and all he wanted was to focus on how it felt as that stallionhood pressed hard against his waiting tailhole. Troy groaned as he felt just how big that crown was in comparison to his hole, but it wasn’t until he felt it pull back that he opened his eyes slowly.

When he realized that Canvas was no longer pushing against him, Troy meekly turned his head around to peer up at the beast above him. The Were-Pony just stared down at the Gryphon with its fangs shown, and drool dripping from its muzzle. From the angle that Troy was looking up at him, it almost looked like the creature was… grinning. And that thick, monster cock stood just inches from Troy’s waiting hole, teasing him like a cat that was playing with its still-living meal.

Troy slowly realized what the beast was doing, and what it wanted him to do. His heart thundered in his chest, and his breathing felt heavier as he pictured that huge dripping cock pointed at him. The Gryphon was blushing deeply through his silver feathers, and he knew that Canvas wasn’t going to wait to get what he wanted. Troy’s eyes strained from the building pressure, and he knew he had to give in if his burning lust was to be sated.

After mustering up a deep enough breath, the Gryphon brought his rear up higher as he shouted out, “Just… JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!!”

The beast howled in satisfaction, and immediately rammed his massive cock against Troy’s hole once more. Troy screamed out in pain, feeling that thick head pushing against his hole and stretching it far past what he thought was his limit. Luckily, the copious amounts of pre it leaked was more than enough to lubricate the Gryphon’s tailhole, and the crown began to push its way inside as his hole opened even more.

Tears stemmed from Troy’s clenched eyes, and his claws gripped at the grass beneath him. The pain was more intense than he could’ve imagined, and it was only burning hotter when only half of that head sunk into his unclaimed rear. A strained cry bellowed out of him, and the Gryphon almost wanted to yell out for the beast to stop. But instead, his body decided to act on its own and do something else.

Without even thinking, Troy’s hind paws gripped hard against the ground beneath him, and he pushed his rear back as hard as he could.

Troy felt like he was going to pass out, and the lubrication from the monster’s pre was nothing to soothe how badly his hole became stretched from that push alone. However, after making a deafening scream, the Gryphon felt the pain slowly begin to decrease by the second. While the painful stretching sensation passed, it was now replaced by a deep and throbbing burn. Even though the pain remained, it didn’t feel as intense for Troy to say anything in objection. In fact, beneath that lingering pain that remained, the Gryphon began to feel a different kind of throbbing. As he caught his breath, Troy instantly realized what happened. He could feel that monumental pressure inside of him, along with a faint warmth that was undoubtedly coming from the Were-Pony’s pre now trickling down his insides.

The flared head of Canvas’ stallionhood was in.

Troy wanted to look back to make sure, but he knew it wasn’t needed. He could feel just how thick that cock really was, and it only made his own member throb in a burning desire for more. The Gryphon braced himself, and grunted hard as he strengthened his stance. With that, the beast let out a throaty rumble and continued to push, allowing another couple inches to slip into him.

Troy’s painful cries from earlier were now replaced with a strained moan, which only grew louder as he felt that hot stallionhood fill more of his insides. The smooth skin of Canvas’ shaft, combined with his pre, allowed for it to slide in much easier than the head did. And even as that crown pushed into his deepest depths, painfully cramming through with much less subtlety than the rest of its length, all that Troy could do was grunt out loud enough for the beast to hear him. “M… More! M-more, please!!”

The Were-Pony did just that, and made an especially pronounced push to ram in right at the medial ridge. A guttural scream escaped Troy’s mouth, but it was less of a scream of pain than it was slight discomfort. His face was fully blushed, and burning as red as his twitching cock. He felt absolutely stuffed, and he knew that the medial ridge of that massive cock was going to be his limit. The Gryphon clenched his beak shut as he groaned in deep pleasure, but the beast wasn’t as satisfied.

Both of Canvas’ paws pushed down on Troy’s shoulders, keeping him in place as he began to pull back. Troy moaned out even louder than before while feeling that thick cock slide out of him with surprising ease. However, just as the head of that cock reached the Gryphon’s exit, the Were-Pony stopped briefly. Without warning, the beast slammed back in with all its might, making Troy scream out in a mix of intense pain and surprise as he felt his insides get filled again in an instant.

The Were-Pony paused for a moment, allowing Troy to catch his breath from that first thrust. As he shakily tried sucking musky air back into his lungs, Troy’s whole body shook from how intense that movement felt. His whole body was surging like electricity through his veins, and he knew exactly how it happened. Much like when Canvas first teased his hole with his tongue that one day, Troy felt that same deep tingling when the crown of the beast’s cock rubbed along his prostate. His claws instinctively gripped the ground beneath him as hard as he could, and he braced himself before Canvas could pull out once more.

The beast did just that, and pulled out just before the head a second time. As soon as he thrusted back inside his prey, the Gryphon cried out louder in deep, unrelenting pleasure. With his eyes shut, all that Troy could do was lie submissively underneath him, taking each thrust from that massive cock like it was made for his body. Soon, the thrusts began to develop a rhythm, with each deep push being accompanied by a lustful moan as that ridge began to feel less obstructive.

The beast was panting rapidly, and picked up the pace as its shaft slid in and out of Troy’s loosened hole. After several especially hard thrusts, the Gryphon screamed out in surprise as he felt a distinct pop from behind. In a single push, Canvas was able to ram the medial ring through, allowing more of his length to sink inside of Troy. Despite thinking that the ridge was his limit, Troy carried no objection when he felt how deep that cock was inside of him. The pain no longer mattered. He wanted more. He needed more.

Even though the pain increased, it was nothing compared to how amazing that ridge felt inside of him. The Were-Pony was thrusting deeper now, allowing his ridge to brush up against the Gryphon’s prostate with each stroke and bring Troy even closer to his building release. The Gryphon had no idea how much more he was able to take, but he couldn’t care less as he let his beast claim more of his insides with each primal thrust.

Eventually, Canvas’ stallionhood was reaching full-length inside of him. The beast’s plump, heavy balls were swinging with vigour right outside Troy’s rear, and it wasn’t long before the distinctive sound of flesh slapping flesh could be heard. Each thrust was coming faster and more powerful, and the Gryphon could barely contain himself as he felt those thick balls slapping against his own with each thrust. It was no doubt that the Were-Pony was close again, and he certainly wasn’t going to pull out with the rate he was going.

Luckily, that was exactly what the cum-covered Gryphon wanted.

Troy tried to get back on all fours, but his front end felt way too tired to contemplate holding up his own weight, let alone the combined weight that came with the force of each rapid thrust. Instead, the Gryphon just kept his hind legs raised for his Alpha, letting himself be used like he knew he should. Canvas’ balls started hitting faster, and Troy let out an especially long moan as he felt his own body tense up. The continuous rubbing of the beast’s medial ridge against his insides was enough to put Troy over the edge, but something was keeping him from actually cumming.

Meanwhile, the Were-Pony was close as well. Canvas was panting heavily as his thrusts became more erratic, and his cock throbbed deeply inside his willing prey. Feeling this too, Troy clenched down hard as he cried out in monumental pleasure. The added pressure was enough to sate the beast, and the flare of its cock swelled inside the Gryphon’s deepest depths as he finally came.

Troy felt the hot surge of the creature’s seed flowing inside of him, flooding his body in the primal urge to breed. What felt like gallons worth of cum poured out in thick, powerful spurts, pushing itself through every inch of Troy’s insides like a hose. The beast made a deafening howl in victory, and pushed itself in as deeply as possible to ensure his prey was fully claimed. Meanwhile, it's marked Gryphon clenched even harder around his cock as he finally came with him.

The Gryphon’s back arched downward as he lifted his head up, crying out in deep ecstasy as his whole body surged with electric bliss. His cock throbbed harder than he ever felt, and Troy shuddered through his cry as he felt his cock practically pouring cum without being touched. Even though he had no idea how much seed he spilled underneath him, the Gryphon knew it was barely anything compared to how much he was given by the dominant beast inside of him.

A low growl that was all that could be heard from the Were-Pony, and the beast was finally sated. As the creature pulled himself from Troy’s body, the Gryphon ungracefully fell to the ground with a tired and elated smile on his trembling beak. As his fur and feathers laid marked with the beast’s cum and musk, all that Troy wanted to do was rest under the moonlight and bask in the glow. He was completely taken by the nocturnal beast, and he couldn’t have envisioned it happening in a better way.

“Ummm… Troy? C’mon, Troy?”

“Huh?” Troy’s eyes finally opened, albeit quite groggily. As he struggled to lift his head, it took him a moment to realize it was daylight again. And more than that, he was back in his bedroom with Canvas.

He lifted himself up in the nest, and the Gryphon blinked a few times as he looked around in confusion. “What the… where…”

Even though it took a few seconds, Troy slowly began to realize that none of that actually happened. His body was completely clean, with no evidence of anything on his fur or feathers. His butt felt perfectly fine, which was another very clear hint that nothing occurred. But most of all, a perfectly normal-looking Canvas was sitting beside him with a curious smile on his muzzle. “Good morning, Troy,” he said with a playful wave of his hoof in front of the Gryphon’s face to make sure he was actually awake. “You sleep well?”

“Urngh… I…” Troy rubbed his eyes with his claws and gave himself a quick shake as he tried to get himself conscious enough to reply. While his feathers became ruffled from that action,causing Canvas to giggle at his appearance, he let out an especially loud yawn before saying, “Y… yeah… I think I did.”

Canvas’ eyes slowly peered down the Gryphon’s body, and he chuckled lightly before pointing a hoof downward. “Yeah, I kinda had a feeling you did.”

“Hm?” Troy looked down as well, and he gasped when he saw the small, dark puddle on the blanket covering his waist. When he lifted up the covering, his now flaccid member was still out of its sheath, but the fur around it was matted with near-dried cum. Of course, it looked like the inside of the blanket got the most coverage with the especially large stain.

“Oh crap,” muttered Troy as he rolled over to grab the tissue box from the nightstand. He pulled several tissues out and tried to wipe off as much as he could from his lap. “Ugh, seriously? I haven’t had a wet dream since high school!”

Canvas giggled again as he watched his boyfriend with an amused smirk. He bent in to nuzzle his side and ask, “Well… what was it?”

“Hm?” asked Troy as he paused to turn to his stallion. “What?”

“You know what,” Canvas said playfully with a nudge against the Gryphon’s shoulder. “What were you dreaming about?”

“Oh! Ummm…” Troy’s cheeks started to blush, but he tried to avoid giving notice to that while continuing to wipe his fur. Unfortunately, it was already too dry for tissues to really do anything, so all that Troy could do was sigh and toss the used ones in the wastebasket by the nest. “Well, uhhh… it was definitely different.”

“Oh really?” asked his coltfriend with a curious smirk. “How so?”

“W-well…” Troy wasn’t sure what to say, and his beak hung slightly open when he looked back at Canvas. “I guess you can say that movie we saw gave me some ideas.”

Canvas smirked with a low chuckle under his breath. “You mean the movie itself, or what we did?”

“The movie,” Troy said quickly enough to keep Canvas from getting any ideas. Of course, his voice started to turn more nervous as he rubbed the back of his head with a meager smile. “But, ummm… it was a pretty nice scenario, and… not something I would be against doing.”

Canvas’ grin widened with interest, and he crawled over to be closer to his mate. “Oh, now you have to tell me.”

“I will, I will,” assured the Gryphon with a smile back at him. After a brief pause, Troy shrugged a little and said with a blush on his cheeks, “But if we were to do it that way, then… I might need some more practice.”

Thinking it over, he decided to add with a light giggle, “And maybe some silver, just in case.”