The trio sat at the same table as before, enjoying a lovely lunch together. The chefs must have gone into overdrive to meet the orders from Luna’s chambers because their meals had arrived in ten minutes flat. Suck on that every fancy restaurant ever. The presentation was arranged so splendidly that it was almost a shame that they had to eat them, but only almost. Talon hadn’t bothered to put her loincloth back on, feeling quite comfortable eating while naked while Thomas kept his clothes where they were. Following his lead, Moonlight did the same, still uncertain what the human rules were regarding private nudity.

Moonlight had been talking Thomas’ ear off about the numerous ideas presented in the story, such as corrupt royalty, male protagonists in an adventure story, and the way music had been integrated throughout the whole thing. Thomas had been just as eager to engage with her, sharing what he knew, what others had said, and giving his own opinion for all it was worth, which, according to Moonlight, was a lot.

“So let me get this straight.” Moonlight continued after bolting down another bite. “You watch plays, big theatrical performances, on a mechanical box small enough to fit in a house?”

“That’s not it at all.” Thomas denied with a coy grin. “The box is actually big enough to fit on a carpet in the living room. The exact size varies depending on what you can afford but it’s generally about the size of two book shelves,” he explained, pointing at a nearby bookcase for reference. “But there are also big screens the size of a stage. They’re actually more common than regular theatres where I’m from."

Moonlight stared in wonder at the bookcase as she tried to imagine watching a play through such a small hole. “How?”

“I really don’t know,” Thomas admitted. “I mean, I know a little, but these are just ideas I grew up accepting as part of life. I know ideas around it, but I couldn’t build one from scratch. Like, do you know what radio waves are?”

“Radios have waves?” Moonlight asked.

“Wait. You guys have radios?”

“I don’t,” Moonlight corrected. “Too expensive. But my parents bought one a couple years ago when they first came out.”

Thomas blinked. “Then, do you know how they work?” He asked eagerly.

“Hmm. I guess it’s like you said. I don’t really know the mechanics around it. But I do know they operate on crystals.”

“Crystals?”

Moonlight nodded, swallowing her latest bite before continuing. “I don’t know how the spell works exactly, but I know they enchant one kind of crystal as a transmitter and another kind as a receiver. The receivers go in the radios and can be adjusted to pick up the signals from any of the public transmitter crystals out there. But like you said, I wouldn’t know enough to build one either.”

Thomas chuckled. “Sounds like you know more about your radios than I do mine.” He mused. “I think our radios use crystals too, but they’re just a small component of an elaborate mechanical system, not to mention they’re not enchanted.”

“Why don’t you enchant them?” Moonlight asked, only to shrink as deadpan stares fell upon her and she realized how silly her question was.

“For the same reason you’d win in a head-butt,” Thomas answered.

“Actually, you’d most likely win that one, chimp.” Talon interjected. “Horns are sensitive, remember? Hitting a unicorn there feels about as good as a kick to the balls.”

Moonlight cringed, rubbing her horn to ease the imagined pain.

“But this talk of picture radios, these ‘televisions?” Talon asked, waiting for Thomas to affirm she’d said it correctly before she continued. “Right. Could these things be built here?”

Thomas furrowed his brow in thought. “If radios are as simple as what Moonlight described, why not do the same with pictures as well as sound?”

“I’d hardly call that simple,” Moonlight asserted. “I don’t mean to sound condescending-”

“Too late.” Talon cut in with a joking smile.

Moonlight continued after she finished her traditional glare of indignation at her griffon friend. “But non-unicorns have no idea how unicorn magic really works. What I said is just the bare bones summary. The higher the level of magic, the complexity of the spell becomes exponentially harder than the last level. These kinds of enchantment spells are really hard to cast, which is why things like radios are so expensive.”

Thomas nodded as he lowered his gaze to his food, but he wasn’t dejected. He was still riding the high of his performance a few minutes ago and was determined to come up with a way to make it work. “The typewriter!” He blurted, pointing at the device that sat at the desk in the far corner of the room. “Those are enchanted too, right? The spells and design are new, but eventually ponies will figure out easier ways to make them work. Why can’t the same apply to radios and television?”

“Because, they…” Moonlight really wanted to argue, but the principle of what he was saying was sound. “That may be true, but you’d still have to develop the spell for the crystal.”

Talon turned from Moonlight to face Thomas, enjoying this back-and-forth they were having.

“Isn’t there already a spell that can project things you’ve seen onto a surface?” Thomas asked, remembering the season 5 episode with Rara. “Just take that spell and stick it in a crystal.”

Talon turned back to face Moonlight, enjoying how the debate was going.

“That spell is very advanced.” Moonlight countered. “Also, enchantments are an entirely different branch of magic with entirely different rules behind it. You can’t just make a spell like that. It’s not that easy and what you’re proposing is bordering on crazy.”

Nodding, Talon turned to face Thomas again, eager to see how he was going to get out of this one.

“Research and development,” Thomas said smugly to the unicorn’s befuddlement. “You get a team of experts in the field, preferably those with experience, and pay them to find a way to make crazy ideas into profitable realities.” Sensing there was still skepticism, Thomas went on. “Who wouldn’t want to see a live projection from the Princesses making some big announcement, rather than reading about it in the paper several days later? What about seeing your favorite books brought to life by professional actors, but on a screen at your house, and performing feats that are too wild for the regular stage?”

Frowning, Talon turned back to Moonlight. “I think he has ya there, Smarty.”

Moonlight stared firmly back at Thomas. “What you’re describing does sound amazing, but there’s still one last problem that’ll keep it from happening.”

“And that is?”

“The kind of crystals you’d need for transmitters and receivers are rarer than diamond,” the unicorn stated flatly. “Gemstones are one thing, but these kinds of crystals are extremely difficult to come by. Even then, the skill needed to cut them just right to be functional is also really rare. Even if you developed the spell, where are you going to find the abundance of crystals and crystal experts to put a television in every living room?”

Up north. Thomas thought snidely. Not sure on the exact timeline, but it’ll happen eventually. “Fair enough. No televisions in every living room.” he conceded, deciding against revealing his future knowledge just to win the argument. “But that still doesn’t mean we can’t have cinemas in every major town.”

“That’s it. I’m calling it here.” Talon declared as she copped her claw down between the bickering pair. “That was entertaining for a while, what with you two having each other on the ropes several times, but it’s pretty clear neither of you intend to back down, so I’m ending it now.”

“Sorry. Did we leave you out again?” Thomas asked sincerely.

“Quit being such a worry wort.” Talon assured, lightly shoving his shoulder. “I’m not some dainty little flower that’s gonna fall apart at the first mean word spoken to me. It’s not like I’m you or something.”

“Oh?” Thomas asked in intrigue. “Well if that’s how you’re gonna be, maybe I’ll ask Moonlight to pick out a story you’re sure to hate.”

“Now look who’s on the ropes,” Moonlight teased. “How about something completely wholesome and tame, with no action whatsoever.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Talon leered at Moonlight. “Besides, it can’t rightly be called a story if there’s no conflict.”

“As a matter of fact,” Thomas began with a sinister grin. “I do happen to have something like that; a story with no villain, no fights, and everyone gets along almost all the time.”

“Y-you're bluffing,” Talon insisted anxiously. “There’s no way something like that exists.”

“It’s regarded by all as a classic, beloved by children and the inner-child of us all.” Thomas lifted his cup and sloshed the liquid around in a way he hoped made him look like a super villain. “This one big story, and it’s many many many shorter follow-ups are all in my arsenal, ready to be unleashed upon any I see fit.”

“Keep talking, short stuff,” Talon challenged with renewed confidence. She suspected he was just putting on a show, and he needed to learn that you don’t threaten a griffon with a bluff. “I’m calling it now. This so-called story doesn’t exist.” She declared, looming over him with her best challenging posture. Even Moonlight reflexively lit her horn as a precaution, though she knew Talon didn’t really mean anything by it. These shows of dominance were common in griffon culture and could often be seen in the case of a heated disagreement to get the other party to back down through sheer force of will. Though, if neither party backed down, coming to blows was not an uncommon outcome. However, Thomas gave no reaction at all. He just kept smiling, completely unfazed by his opponent’s challenge.

Thomas hadn’t noticed Moonlight’s reaction, thinking Talon’s posturing was just harmlessly playing along and not the body language of a griffon ready for battle. “And you want to know the scariest part about these stories?” he went on. “The scariest part is, no matter how tough or how hardened you think you are, by the time it’s over, you’ll have fallen in love with the characters just like the rest of us.”

The absolute certainty of Thomas’ threat had forced the griffon to second guess her position. And as she watched the boastful Talon back down from a creature barely half her size and only a fraction of her strength, Moonlight was left to wonder where Thomas had been hiding this confident side all this time. Talon was wondering something similar, only she wanted to know how she could bring that attitude of his to bed as she fought to keep her wings from spreading and knocking him over. Being beaten in a challenge, even if it was just in posturing, had really gotten the griffon in the mood.

Oblivious to all of this, Thomas set his drink back down and sighed. “Too bad it’s been years since I last saw it.” He confessed.

“What?” Talon chirped.

“Yeah. I can barely remember anything other than a few key parts. No way I’d be able to retell it and do the story justice.”

Sweet bucking Faust! Talon gawked as her feathers frilled in awe. Little guy just bluffed me. ME! I… I don’t… It was emotional whiplash to say the least, the way she’d been fantasizing about dominating him a few minutes ago, only for him to put her in her place just now, and with a bluff no less. Eventually she came to terms with what happened and concluded that honor demanded but one response, one course of action to set things right. I am going to rock his hairless midget world.

Lunch concluded fairly peacefully and Talon finally got her involuntary physical reactions under control. Thomas was the first to stand, only for Talon to abruptly rise from her chair, startling him. “I, um, was just going to call someone to clean uh-”

“I’ll…” Talon cut in loudly, only to realize what she was doing. Faust damn it, girl! Get it under control. “I mean,” she continued much more softly, “why don’t you let me do that?” Thomas nodded nervously and she headed over for the bells, cursing herself the whole time for letting her body tell her that Thomas was an alpha seeking to claim her for his own pack. Stupidstupidstupid! Leste’s your alpha, remember? She asked you to do a favor for her sister and that’s it. She worked to reason as she rung the bell marked for cleanup. Little guy’s not gonna challenge an alicorn. He’s not even a griffon so he probably has no idea what he even did.

There came a knock at the door and Talon welcomed the butler in, directing him to the mess. He cleaned up promptly after Thomas and Moonlight moved out of the way. Thanking them for their time, and they thanking him for his service, he departed.

After which, with much trepidation, Talon called Thomas to the bed proceeded to explain exactly what had just happened. As a griffon, she had a natural inclination to dominate or be dominated. This kind of thinking was instinctual and the hierarchy of the pack was a very important aspect of griffon culture. Thomas’ smaller frame left her prepared for the former. However, his threat of the villain-free story, even in the face of her taking an aggressive stance, had thrown her for a loop. Confirming her suspicion, Thomas admitted that he had no idea about the significance of what he’d done.

“Oh god,” Thomas gasped, terrified of the offense he’d unintentionally inflicted. “I didn’t mean… I’m so sor-” But he was cut off by Talon firmly placing a claw on his shoulder and fixing him with an intense glare.

“Don’t.” She said seriously. “Don’t you ever apologize for standing up for yourself and winning. That would be the real insult. If we were in Griffonstone, that’d be like winning me to your pack in a match, but saying I wasn’t worth fighting for. Got it?”

Thomas gulped and nodded cautiously, unable to think of anything to say.

“Alright then.” Talon said much more gently and released her grip. “Just so long as we understand each other. I’m not mad about the misunderstanding. In fact, I’m not ashamed to say it turned me on a little. You stood up to me and that’s something to be proud of. Got it?”

Thomas nodded, his body loosening up as he relaxed, but he was still too nervous to say anything.

And Faust damn it again. Talon scoffed. Just like that I went and undid all his confidence he’d built from earlier. Now what? As she watched Thomas lower his gaze to his knees, Talon knew she had to do something to bring her friend out of his funk. She looked up to Moonlight, who’d been sitting on Thomas’ other side and quietly observing her friends work through this misunderstanding, and a short assuring nod was just what the griffon needed to rebuild her own confidence. “Thomas,” she said softly.

Surprised at being called by his real name, Thomas turned back to the griffon, only to be scooped up in a powerful hug. His surprise vanished almost as soon as it appeared, having been replaced by the security of her strong arms and the comfort of her warm body. Relaxing into her embrace, Thomas wrapped his arms around her back and squeezed as hard as he could to let her know that all was forgiven. She squeezed right back, though not nearly as hard.

Talon savored the feel of Thomas in her arms. His body gave off a comforting warmth and his smooth skin felt really nice against her scaly claws. As she pressed the side of her face into his, inhaling his scent and feeling his heartbeat against hers, she was reminded the other part of being dominant. In addition to simply telling others what to do, being dominant also involved the trust bestowed by others in the alpha’s ability to care for them. Thomas might have had his moments, but he still had a long way to go before she’d allow him to be the designated beta of Luna’s pack. On the other claw, that just meant she had all the time in the world to enjoy the ride.

Their first fight! Moonlight squealed in her head. They fought, realized the error of their ways, remembered their feelings for one another, and now they’ve made up. Oh, I hope he’s not too different from a pony, because a real making up doesn’t stop at just a hug. With that thought, Moonlight suddenly remembered how Talon had earlier called her a third wheel and became very self-conscious about her presence in this room. Thomas and Talon were stabled together, after all. Such an outcome was only natural.

“So, Chimp.” Talon began as she pulled back from the hug but still holding onto him. She stared down into his flat face giving him an oddly youthful appearance. She’d never had much of a taste for the pretty colt type, but Thomas seemed to make it work. “Something I’ve been meaning to ask for a while.” Talon admitted.

“And that would be?”

“What’s a male human called?” When he didn’t answer right away, Talon elaborated. “Like, male ponies are stallions, minotaurs are bulls, and griffons are cocks. Folks keep calling you the human stallion, but what are you really?”

“Oh.” Thomas was taken aback by the question as this may have been the first time anyone has asked since he came here. He’d explained to the Princesses when he’d first arrived, but they still preferred to call him a stallion, which he didn’t mind, as it still felt like a compliment despite them not meaning it to be. “Well, I’d guess you’d call me a man.”

“Human man?” Talon repeated, smacking her beak as she played with the words. “What about your females?”

“We call them women.” Thomas answered. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

“Spontaneous interest in nomenclature.” Talon answered confidently. “When folks say you’re Luna’s stallion, what they should be saying is that you’re her man, right?” She asked suggestively.

Thomas gulped, suddenly becoming aware of the griffon’s rising body temperature and the unmistakable smell of arousal in the air. “Y-yeah?” He hesitated.

“So,” Talon continued, her tone laced with desire as she pelted his face with her hot breath. “Considering where we are, would it be right to say that you’re my man too?” she leaned in closer, batting her bedroom eyes at him.

Moonlight had caught the signs first, and the flaring of Talon’s wings as they moved to wrap around her stable-mate left no doubt as to what was coming. Discreetly she jumped from the bed and rushed to the bathroom, returning with an alicorn sized towel and laying it out on the floor. If this was going where she thought it was, then it just didn’t seem right to stain Princess Luna’s bed while she wasn’t even here; common courtesy and all that. “I think I’ll just go… check the perimeter.” Moonlight announced quietly as stalked as discreetly as possible to the door. Levitating her armor behind her, she dared to glance back and whisper, “Call me if you need anything.” Even if it’s for ‘that’! Unsure where that thought came from, she shook her head before stumbling outside.

Panting anxiously as the door closed behind her, Moonlight became aware of the door guards watching her curiously. She looked up to meet Lavender Crush’s eyes and admitted, “I was being a third wheel.” The door guards did not inquire further and let Moonlight change and join them in peace. As they all did their best to pretend like they weren’t trying to listen in, even though the soundproof enchantments on the door and walls rendered their efforts ultimately pointless, Moonlight was left to focus on her own feelings.

On the one hand, the mare was happy. Thomas was becoming increasingly comfortable with those around him, taking the next step in becoming a true Senior Concubine. More than that, her two close friends had found happiness in each other’s arms. It might not have been entirely romantic, but it was still happiness all the same. On the other hand, she felt the unmistakable twinge of sadness, like there was something deep down that was preventing her from being completely happy for her friends. But what?

Meanwhile…

Talon’s scent of arousal had triggered its own involuntary physical reaction in the human and she couldn’t help but smile as it poked her stomach. His lips are quivering. He wants to say something, but he has no idea what. She smiled sympathetically at his cute shyness. Guess it’s my job to- But that thought was cut short as Thomas pressed his lips into her beak. … my job to see where this goes.

As they continued making out on the edge of the bed, Talon’s claws crawled across Thomas’ back, familiarizing themselves with the expanse of his bare skin. Her tongue shot forth, knocking at his lips for entry. They welcomed her in as the soft squishy organs embraced. She tasted his lunch from earlier, but it did not overpower his natural flavor from their first kiss as she savored his little mouth and the odd texture of his pointed teeth against her tongue. She wanted more. To that end, she grabbed Thomas’ shoulders and jerked his body away, breaking the kiss. Staring at him with determination, she issued her command. “Pants. Off.”

Having never questioned such an order in this room before, Thomas saw no reason to start now as he stood and slid his shorts and loincloth off in one swift motion. Tossing the garments aside, he stood straight and let his manhood stand at attention for the lusty amazonian bird lady who was on loan from his super amazonian kinda-sorta-girlfriend/wife’s goddess ultra-amazonian sister to teach him about having sex with other ladies. How the hell did it come to this for an average guy like me? He thought as he watched the griffon’s eyes focus intently on the space below his navel. If I knew, I could probably make a fortune selling the book.

“Is someone happy to see me?” Talon asked Thomas’ penis as she fell to her knees before him. “I think he is.” She teased, bringing her claw up to gently poke where the underside of the shaft met the scrotum. Her action elicited a slight twitch from the member, as well as a whimper from its owner.

Once more, Thomas was surprised by how into it he was with Talon. He’d expected those sharp claws to render him nervously flaccid, but the way she gently stroked her two fingers along the side of his shaft was sending little jolts of pleasure through his body.

Talon brought her face in close, exhaling all over the pulsing member as she inhaled the scent of human arousal directly from the source. “Ya know, griffons sometimes call this part of the body a cock.” She informed sultrily.

“H-humans too,” Thomas stuttered.

Talon touched the top of her beak to the head, humming softly. “Yours is different from a griffon’s though,” she analyzed casually as she studied the cock. It was colored a dark shade of pink in contrast to his more peach-colored skin, unlike the dark red of a griffon or whatever the fur was of a pony. Further, the tip wasn’t barbed like a griffon’s, or flat like a pony’s. The head was oddly rounded, almost shaped like a mushroom, so she gave it an experimental lick. “Tastes different too.” She remarked with a giggle before sending her tongue in for another run, and another.

Thomas gasped as he felt Talon’s tongue assault his manhood. She kept her claws busy by using one to hold his waist in place while the other fondled his balls. One clawed finger snaked between his legs, over his taint, and hovered threateningly over his anus. “C-could we not?” He pleaded.

Talon looked up at him. He was clearly nervous. But I thought guys liked it when you pressed their butt button. She complained internally. She’d wanted to taste his seed, and a push of the butt button was her best bet. Oh well. Talon knew her mouth was unlike a pony’s, which seemed designed for oral sex. Male griffons were usually fine with it, but it usually took a while for stallions to get used to a griffon’s mouth. However, that was time she didn’t have. This was her first time bucking a human and she wanted to make it memorable. “So, uh…” Smooth.

“Y-yeah?” Thomas asked through bated breath.

“Y-ya think you could do to me what you did for Luna the other night; ya know, with your mouth?”

With a determined nod, Thomas motioned for towel on the floor. She followed his lead, but not before grabbing a pillow and positioning herself so that she was on all fours with the pillow sitting ready below her head. The towel was soft and well cushioned, but she had no way of knowing how rough things might get and it always paid to take precautions. Hearing his footsteps as he approached across the floor, Talon made sure to straighten her posture and widen her legs. Of its own accord, her tail had already risen and was now twitching anxiously against her outer left thigh. A cock, er, man is getting ready to mount you… with his mouth. *Gulp* The least you can do is accept it with the honor and pride your kind is known for. Just wait till he enters and he’s all yours. Now buck up and take it like a- “Ahhh!” She squeaked as Thomas gently set his fingers barely a centimeter from her moist lips.

At least this part is familiar. Thomas thought as he stared at Talon’s most private area. Her buttocks were lightly furred, but her vagina and anus were completely hairless, just like Luna’s. Her pink puckered tail hole looked rather cute between her fuzzy red buns, but the real treat lay just below. The sound of dripping caught his attention and his eyes fell upon the small puddle growing between the griffon’s knees. Smirking, he said, “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s happy to be here.”

“Oh shut up, already!” Talon barked, surprising Thomas with her volume. “A real cock would have flipped me over and stuck it in like ten minutes ago. What the hay are you even-haaaaaah!” She groaned as Thomas gently stroked his thumb across her lips.

“Oh my,” Thomas said in his best impression of George Takei. “Were you not expecting me to do that?” His answer was a low panting. “How about… this?” He grinned as he gently inserted his middle finger between her folds. “What about… this?” Her moist opening briefly tensed, but soon relaxed to welcome in a second finger as Thomas twirled the appendage around, experimenting with the reactions his movements induced in the griffon. “Has no one ever really done this for you?” He asked with genuine concern.

“Mares do,” Talon panted, regaining her posture in a bid to maintain her dignity. Stupid jerk! Stop moving around back there while asking me... She whimpered in ecstasy. What were we talking about? Oh yeah. “Wrens do too. It’s… a female thing, I guess.”

“Really?” Thomas asked with comically exaggerated shock as he pistoned his fingers in an out of her slick insides. “If that’s true, then how do you account for this?” Thomas gave no further warning as he removed his fingers and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

Talon growled in her throat as she felt Thomas’ lips move like they were spelling the alphabet or something. I just can’t figure this kid out. One minute he's a meek sub ready to let me have my way with him; the next he has me at his mercy while he... She blinked as her mind rebooted to process what just happened. And now his tongue’s in there too. Talon grunted as her innards were probed by this human’s tiny mouth and tongue. It was hard not to imagine that she’d somehow coerced a young colt to eat her out, but the idea of the taboo just drove her wilder until finally she clenched her buttocks around his face and let loose a flood of her love juices.

Cherry. Thomas thought as he lapped up her climax. Sweet and sugary, like the icies I used to get when I was little. The fond memory drove him to drink up as much as he could. Eventually it proved too much and he had to pull back, letting the rest fall to the towel below. Desiring to see the face of the griffon he’d just brought to orgasm, Thomas peaked around her side, but was disappointed to find her face buried into the pillow, which he just realized was muffling her screams. Though he wished he could have seen Talon’s face as she climaxed, he tapped her flank gently, beckoning her to look up.

It had hit her like Celestia’s flank that one time their wresting match got out of hand. She had just been mouth-bucked by a male who, though he was an adult, had deceptively child-like features like something out of a hardcore porn (particularly in the fetish subsection in most libraries). It was just too dirty, and Talon loved every bit of it. Feeling the tap on her flank, she pulled herself up and turned to face him. “Yeah?” She wheezed, coughing to clear her throat.

“Ready for round two?” He asked with confident casualness.

“Tired of round one already?” Talon challenged. She still had her pride, after all.

Thomas narrowed his eyes at the griffon. “If that’s how you’re gonna be,” he started. Keeping his one hand on her flank, he moved the other to just below her knee on the opposite side and pushed until she was completely flipped over. Of course he knew that she’d let him do so, but the look of surprise on her face still gave him such delight. “Then we’re doing it human-style.” He stated matter-of-factly as positioned the head of his dick at her drenched entrance, but paused to meet her gaze.

Talon propped herself up on her elbows to help take the pressure off her wings. It had been a while since she’d had dolphin style sex, especially with her on bottom, but her wings wouldn’t be able to take the pressure off the floor, even with the special towel. Curling the side of her beak up in an eager smirk, she let out a low purr. “Well? Don’t just sit there like an idiot. Cock up and rut me already!”

It was a good thing the room was soundproof, or else that shout could have probably been heard in the solar wing. Regardless, taking her subtle and eloquent signals as consent, Thomas slammed into her griffon pussy, burying himself all the way to the hilt, causing her to scream her delight with a flurry of swears. Briefly surprised by the ease with which he entered, Thomas reasoned that he’d used too much force and forgotten that females in general were just really big down there. Still, that did nothing to lessen the bliss of burying himself into such a fine piece of tail.

Talon moaned at the sudden intrusion, but quickly recovered when she realized her lover wasn’t moving. “What’d I just say, you bucking hatchling?” Talon snarled. “Use that stallion meat and rut me already!”

“Yes ma’am.” Thomas nodded. He pulled out until only the head remained safely enclosed in her moist tunnel, only to slam back as hard as before with a sloshing sound, his balls slapping against her backside. He repeated the motion until he found a good rhythm with Talon bucking her hips in tandem with his.

“Oh buck yeah!” He was the smallest she’d ever had, but the high from the earlier mouth-bucking left her barely able to even notice as she hugged his entire length with her cunny. He’s small, like I really am bucking a little chick or something. This is really weird, but in a really good way. “That’s it, you dirty colt.” She growled, not caring how her word choice showed how long she’d been living with ponies. “Buck this wren’s cunt till she can’t walk straight!”

“I’ll buck the wren’s cunt till she can’t fly straight!” Thomas declared. Pausing mid insertion, he snuck his arms under her legs and pulled them straight up until her ankles were over his shoulder. With her now held over his folded knees, he grabbed her waist to hold her in place. The whole time he was grinning sinisterly at the power he now held over her.

Talon’s heart was about ready to beat from her chest. She’d never had sex like this before. However, in these last couple months, Celestia had had an amazing creativity streak, coming up with all kinds of fancy positions her lovers had never even imagined. “W-when’d you learn something like this?” She asked, piecing together what she had and concluded Celestia must have given him some pointers.

“Read about it on the internet.” Thomas said smugly.

A net? How do you read something on a net? “Th-think you can show me this net some time?” She asked with bated breath.

“Hmm,” Thomas pretended to consider. “Only if you’re a good little bitch and tell me how much you like it.” And he resumed his thrusting. In no time at all he found an oddly rough patch deep within her pussy and knew he’d struck gold.

Talon howled out in joy as Thomas’ dick brushed her g-spot, their new position somehow allowing him to push even deeper inside her. The burning friction of his dick was driving her wild, but then she remembered their deal. “Oh! Oh yes. I’m a bitch.” She was too caught up in the moment to wonder why he wanted to call her a female dog, but whatever. “I’m a horny little bitch who loves human cock in her cunt. Give this bitch what she needs. Fill me up with your seed. Paint my bitch cunt white!”

“White paint it is!” Thomas vowed as continued thrusting in and out until he’d lost all rhythm. He was just fucking wildly with no clear goal except to bring them both over the edge.

“C-close,” she warned.

Happy to hear, Thomas slammed into her with reckless abandon until her pussy clenched tight and held him in place.

“Gaaaaaah!” Talon cried out as her love juices flowed forth all over Thomas’ lap. She’d lost all feeling in her arms and fell to the ground with a soft thud. Her wings hurt a little, but she barely noticed through the bliss of her orgasm.

Seeing Talon’s face twisted in such pleasure, Thomas was pushed over the edge and released his load into the griffon’s twitching cunt. His back gave out and, after letting her legs flop to the floor on either side of him, allowed himself to collapse onto her body. Her breasts made a very soft and convenient pillow.

Catching her breath, Talon looked down at the half-conscious human resting on her breasts with tender eyes. She wrapped on claw around his back and used her other to gently stroke his hair. “Hey there, little guy,” she cooed softly.

It took most of what little strength he had left, but Thomas managed to turn his head against the soft boob flesh until he was staring into Talon’s face. He studied her expression carefully. She was smiling, but it wasn’t one of pride, anger, humor, or any of the other faces he’d become used to. Rather, the look she now gave him more closely matched how Luna usually looked when they were in this position. And then it just slipped out. “Love you.”

Talon blinked, eyes widening a bit in mild surprise.

Oh-shit-oh-shit-oh-shit! Thomas panicked. Did I really just say that? Ah man. How’s she gonna react? I mean, she’s had sex with a bunch of people. She’s got to have said stupid things post-orgasm before, right? It’s not like she’s-

“Love ya too.” Talon said softly. “Even if ya are a puny hairless monkey.”

Huh… Well that could have been worse. Thomas remarked to himself as he let his face sink back into her silken orbs. Ya know, maybe this sex-with-a-bunch-of-ladies thing won’t be as hard as I thought.

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Suffice to say when Luna returned from Night Court, the smell of her lovers’ deeds leaving no room for doubt, she damn near suffocated the two of them against her breasts as she hugged them. That accomplished, and after lauding the both of them with praise for doing what she knew they could, the Princess of the Night demanded every last detail of everything that lead up to the pivotal moment. Thankfully Thomas was spared having to reenact the story of Robin Hood again, though she made him promise to tell her later with how excited it made Talon. With much mirth, Luna also clarified that Thomas was the source of the exotic positions and that Celestia had learned from her sister’s descriptions. Thomas’ shock at the utter lack of privacy was largely ignored, and then forgotten when Luna shot him a look imploring for him to try something new later. Talon’s report did have one glaring flaw which troubled the alicorn deeply. Upon learning that the poor griffon never got to find out what human seed tasted like, Luna gave them both energy drinks and promptly corrected this grievous error.

As for Moonlight, she was eventually allowed to come back in after the pair had cleaned and dressed themselves. And while they tried to resume friendly chatter, Thomas even volunteering to tell another story, the poor mare found she just couldn’t handle the smell. It wasn’t trash-bin-outside-an-animal-shelter bad, but more like freshly-baked-doughnuts-glistening-with-glaze-in-the-window-as-they-cruelly-condemn-you-for-being-on-a-diet bad. It didn’t help that one of the first things Talon did was describe in graphic detail what she and Thomas had done, much to the human’s dismay. She eventually stopped at Thomas’ request, but the damage had already been done. In any case, Moonlight kept her armor on until she was relieved of duty. Then she went back to her room and did other things to relieve herself.

This clop probably wasn’t my best. It was rather spur of the moment as I simply couldn’t think of anywhere else for the story to go at the time. It doesn’t really do anything new, especially compared to the clop I had originally planned for this slot, but this was serviceable enough. I think it got better towards the end since I started listening to another clop story with Natural Reader. It might be monotone, but it really helped set the mood for me.

More interesting, I think, is what lead up to it with Thomas and Talon and how she can’t figure him out. I’m excusing that as part of the depression. It’s not bipolar, but he can get shot down pretty easily, no matter how good he might feel at the moment. I also liked the bit of world building with griffon hierarchies, and how the griffon word for the vagina is ‘cunt’. For the record, I’m saving ‘pussy’ for later.

Further, Thomas threatening her like that with a story without a bad guy was really fun to write. It took me a little while to think of a story that would fit the requirements, something really childlike an innocent, but not without conflict as Talon interpreted. I could only think of the one thing, but I bet you guys know a bunch others, so how about you try guessing what Thomas used to threaten Talon with.

Lastly, I may have had too much fun writing that epilogue.