Warning: Contains sex that is a touch on the rough side, with very anatomically correct feline body parts. If you are wondering what I am talking about, look it up yourself. You are a big pony and this is in a mature section for a reason.

The lights of Manehatten were dim, Penny felt literally on top of the world. Their room was at the top of the huge building and they had the penthouse. Laying out on the balcony, she was relaxed and just letting the cool air blow over her.

"You said anything?" Stick's voice came from behind her, where she couldn't see. "Absolutely anything?"

Penny smiled and started to roll over, her big belly moving with her. Stick was certainly not a changeling. Proud as punch, sitting on their leonine rump, was a griffon. "I did." Penny squinted, wondering what was up with her wife. "I said absolutely anything but, Stick, come a little closer."

The changeling gave an adorable little squawk of surprise and stepped over, leaning down so her head was close to Penny's.

"Stick," the mare was very quiet and the drone had to lean a little closer to hear clearly, "I would do anything, anytime, for you."

Penny was wrapped in a hug that felt very odd to her. Feathers, fur, talons and paws. "You really mean that, don't you?" Penny nodded. "I love you Penny."

"Love you too, so how would you like to do this? I am not quite as… limber as normal." Penny gestured down to her belly.

"On the bed, on your back." Stick's voice held a note of command to it and Penny's eyes flashed up to her lover. "Right now…"

Penny rolled further and with a heave got her hooves under her. She stretched and shook herself, then, with Stick watching, she walked slowly, her hips and rump squirming with each step.

Stick was almost drooling, her beak was open and tongue hanging out. The sight of the mare, walking so provocatively, heavy with her foal, it meant that her griffon body certainly didn't need any workup.

"Well, what are you two up to?" Hay walked in from the bathroom, her mane and tail in soft towels. She could have dried them with a spell, but sometimes you just wanted to relax and not use magic for every little thing and right then, Hay wanted to just relax. "Oh, putting on a show for little old me?"

Penny glanced at her other lover, looking from Hay's hooves all the way up and tracing her body with her eyes. "A show sounds good. I brought my pet griffon to really make it worth watching." Penny looked back at Stick, her eyes dancing.

Stick lifted her head and gave a loud, animalistic vocalization. She stalked forward like the predator she very much was at the moment.

"I believe this show would be acceptable. Do not start until I am comfortable…" Hay looked around, finding a few discarded cushions and settling onto them. "Very well, begin."

Penny lifted herself up on the bed, rolling to her side so that her rump was showing to Hay. "Come here boy, you know you want your naughty owner." She focused her eyes onto the griffon, drinking in the lines of her wife's form. "Be a good little boy and mount your mommy."

Stick's half-snort of laughter at the way Penny was talking was lost with those last words. She was going to be a mommy, she already was a very sexy mommy indeed and, as she watched the mare roll to her back a whole lot of urges were tugging the griffon forward.

"Oh, he looks such a brute, isn't he too big for you?" Hay grinned, she knew her role in this, she had set the stage for them and she loved watching Penny and Stick play, it was almost as good as joining them.

"I assure you, no stallion is too big for-" Penny was cut off, her eyes going wide. She was already wet as could be, the game and her lovers were doing enough for her to get that happening. But when Stick just reared up and slammed herself home, just like the beast she was roleplaying, it had her tumbling back on the bed and moaning deeply.

"I think somepony is a liar." Hay grinned and settled down, one of her hooves trailing back to rub between her back legs, slowly.

Stick didn't want to hold back and saw no reason to, she humped forward hard, driving the feline shaft home in her lover. With an odd squawk-growl, she pulled and watched as Penny's features changed.

Penny felt her lover pull back, knew it was coming. She didn't count on a griffon shaft being a whole lot more catlike than birdlike. It was like a hundred little blunt claws, raking down inside her. She whimpered at first, it was almost-pain. But when the griffon atop her shoved back in the almost-pain turned to definitely-pleasure. It was like a fire was quenched with ice, like flames burned up her inner passage. Penny lifted her head up and kissed the razor-sharp beak right before her.

Worried for a moment, the kiss reassured Stick and she pulled back and shoved in again, her body aching to just take off with the speed but she wanted to be sure Penny was okay with everything.

"Faster you brute, I think she wants it much faster." Hay saw the bliss on Penny's features and decided it was her job to direct things. Stick seemed to be up for the challenge and began to hump and buck.

Penny's world existed on the pleasure side of the thin line of pleasure-pain. Her body screamed with each withdrawal but ignited in pleasure with each thrust. She didn't care, it felt so good to her that she tried to buck up into Stick's thrusts, but with the angle and her weight there was no hope for her to really accomplish much but be the griffon's little fuck-toy. Even the thought of that, of being helpless under her 'brute' made happy sparklers go off in Penny's head and she lifted her hooves up to rub the griffon's ruff. Stick's ruff.

The world was narrowing for Stick, in the way it always did when she was a stallion. Penny was doing as best as any mare could ever do for her and when she started to smile up, tickling her neck-feathers the drone couldn't take it any longer. Her hips started to assert their own pace, blistering.

Hay saw the moment when Stick lost full control of herself, her body racing for the finish line. Penny moaned out in orgasm before the griffon reached her mark and Hay kept her own pace, her hoof gentle, lazy. She would get her turn.

Penny watched, her climax extending thanks to the hefty griffon tool still pumping away, as Stick lost herself. The tapered, spined shaft inside her suddenly grew, swelling moments before a heat built inside the mare, the heat of her lover.

Stick felt everything collapse in around them, her body giving up the precious seed to the mare under her. But even as she softly cooed in release, a spark in her body drove her hips to begin their pace anew. Stick was driven, her body taking full control as she started to hump and drive into her mate, her lovely mate.

Eyes wide, Hay watched as the griffon took the mare again and again, Penny looked done for completely after about the third run around the track, but Stick seemed quite up for continuing. Hay's whole body trembled then, the moment of desire overcoming her. She would certainly love to be in Penny's position and, she mused as she climaxed, she would certainly ask their talented shapeshifting lover to fulfill that dream tomorrow night. For now, she could only picture it in her head as her body clenched again and again, the pillow under her growing damp as she slumped into the soft pile, squirming happily.

Penny hobbled to the exit of the train, the soreness in her back-end worse when she moved, but certainly not eased when sitting still either.

"No more griffons." Penny glared at Stick as they were getting ready to get off the train back at Canterlot. Their honeymoon had been mostly relaxation and exploration. Except for the last night.

"But you said I could do anything I wanted!" Stick nuzzled her wife, the protests more a game than a real argument.

"And I did anything you wanted. Now I am telling you, in future, anything you want excludes griffons." Penny nipped Stick's shoulder. "And you deprived poor Hay of some fun."

Hay lifted a hoof, trying to keep out of their verbal sparring.

"Why?" Stick tried to look innocent but even she had almost balked at what she had turned into. It warmed her that, despite the… shape, Penny had agreed to try it.

"Because there is no sex for a week." Penny looked between the pair, Hay looked a bit sad but stepped over to Penny and nuzzled her.