Gallus let out a mighty yawn as he wandered from the bedroom and into the… sitting room? He thought it was called a sitting room. Maybe a den. He could never remember fancy names for places like this. He tried to stretch, only to feel his wing twinge a little from Smolder’s attempt at in-flight sex sometime after two in the morning.

In reality, the festival that surrounded the Featherheart Championship wouldn’t begin for another couple of hours. The Championship itself wouldn’t begin until one in the afternoon. He could have slept longer, but Smolder had a tendency to snuggle her lovers right off the damn bed because she was practically a living space heater.

That and… well, he still having to deal with the Idol’s influence. He wasn’t sure why it was impacting him so badly, but since Smolder’s little stunt in the Royal Box yesterday, he found it almost impossible to keep himself down for more than twenty minutes. What’s worse, his body seemed to be always ready and willing. While he didn’t exactly know much about the effects of the Idol of Aventa, he’d never heard of a problem like this.

But it wasn’t like he could just waltz up to the queen and ask. And he didn’t trust anyone else enough to give him a straight answer.

Still, he had a little while before that became too much of a problem. So, even though the sun had just risen, he went to look for something to eat.

Queen Giselle had decided to put him up in a section of the Coliseum Aerie, an entire suite of rooms, something far larger than anything he’d ever stayed in before. It seemed like half the School of Friendship could fit in these chambers. There were rooms in here he couldn’t even guess the name of. Thankfully, he found the important ones relatively easily. And, at the moment, the most important was the kitchen.

Years among ponies had changed his diet and somehow Giselle had foreseen that. It wasn’t long until he was chomping down a few apples, trying to regain his strength from last night’s activities. He had just finished his fifth when he wandered into the entryway and froze.

A young griffoness a few years younger than him was just… there.

It looked like she’d just finished setting up some documents on a small desk toward the front of the room.

What’s more, he hadn’t exactly put on a robe or something. And the sight of the shapely deep brown and pink chick in her little black and white maid’s uniform drove his building arousal through the roof. He licked his beak and tried to swallow. His tail twitched despite himself.

For her part, the maid had also frozen the moment she’d seen him. Her eyes immediately went to the thick cock rising between his legs, then blushed profusely. She looked like she wanted to turn away, but couldn’t quite manage it.

“So… um… how about that… that Idol…?” Gallus stammered in a pathetic attempt to say hello.

“It’s… um…” she whispered in a low, breathy voice as she licked her own beak. “Really strong this year…”

“Yeah…” he mumbled. “You… you should have seen some of the things my dragon friend and I got up to last night…”

Part of him felt like an idiot for mentioning Smolder at all in front of this cute and sexy little griffoness maid. But the maid seemed to perk up at that. “So, it’s true? Not only are you… you’re a war hero, but you’ve actually fucked a… a dragon?”

Her eyes went wide as if she couldn’t believe she had just said that. However, someone intruded before either of them could respond.

“Oh yes,” Smolder’s voice purred from the far side of the room. “Yes, he has.”

Both Gallus and the maid whirled to see Smolder sitting in a high-backed chair at the other end of the entryway. She was stark naked, her gorgeous scaled tits on display as she nibbled on a large ruby. She waved at the two of them, her smile growing by the second.

“Uh… Smolder…?” Gallus asked, feeling himself get even harder.

“You should try him out,” Smolder continued as one of her claws went down to her pussy and started teasing it before both of them. “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful experience.”

“I… uh…” Gallus said, his eyes swiveling to the maid.

The maid was staring at him again, bright red. “I’m… I’m Gemma…”

“And… I-I’m Gallus…”

She giggled softly. “I know.”

Gallus winced. “Of… of course you know.”

“The… um…” she pointed at the desk and the stack of papers she’d just placed there. “Those are for you to read and sign if… if you’re actually… um… going to compete…”

He didn’t even glance at them. He just kept staring at her even though he very much didn’t want to. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw a griffoness of his age. Well, except for Gabby, but she didn’t count. He wasn’t his type.

“How…” Gemma whispered. “How much of that is me?”

She was staring at his cock again. It wasn’t hard to figure out what she meant.

Gallus looked her over. The soft curve of her heavy breasts, the swell of her tailbone, the sweep of her wings, her adorable twitching tail with the neatly brushed poof at the end… She was the perfect griffoness-next-door, the kind he always got a terrible crush on before leaving Griffonstone. There was only one thing that would make her pretty much irresistible.

He took a step forward. “Well, that depends.”

She looked up at him with big green eyes. “On… on what?”

“Red, Green or Natural?” he whispered low enough so Smolder hopefully wouldn’t hear it.

Gemma went brilliant red and for a moment, Gallus was worried he’d pushed too far. Just because he had a bit of a fantasy—

“Red. Third round,” Gemma mumbled, her eyes dropping to the ground. She looked like a griffoness who was steeling herself for total rejection.

She didn’t get it. Instead, he felt pre leak a little out of him. Because of the direction she was staring, she caught it, too. Her eyes met his once again.

“And if you could do it again?” he asked, less than a foot away now.

“Green, before the first round even started,” she breathed, her claws clenching to fists on either side.

He swept in and kissed her hard, pulling her body in to crash against his. Her squeal of surprise turned into a moan of delight almost instantly. Her claws scrabbled through his back fur, rubbing that tender spot where his wings met his body. She obviously knew her way around a male and Gallus couldn’t wait to see how much she remembered.

He pulled back to see the panting Gemma flushed with need, her wings twitching with desire.

“Bedroom?” he offered, panting more than a little himself.

“No,” she mumbled as she reached around herself to pull down her panties, leaving her skirt on.

He gaped as she slid the panties down her furred legs, then kicked them off, sending them flying until they hit the door with a soft ‘whap.’ His eyes watched them travel the entire path. When they slid back to Gemma, she was no longer standing.

She was leaning over the desk and presenting herself to him, her glistening sex begging for his touch while her tail danced above her perfect ass. Somehow, he got even harder at the sight.

“You’re… you’re sure about this?” he managed to mumble in a remarkably controlled voice. “I mean…”

“Look, I had to make my boss cum three times before she let me take this shift in the hopes that I’d get to meet you!” she said all in a rush. “So what do you think?”

A surge of heat ran up Gallus’s body as his own wings burst with that little announcement. He leaned over her with an almost feral growl. She squeaked in delight as he grabbed her claws and pinned them over her head against the desk. She squeak began a wanton moan as she tried to wiggle backward in an attempt to get him inside of her. He didn’t make her wait long.

“Hopefully, I live up to your expectations…” he chuckled between pants as he slipped his head into her sopping wet sex.

“Oh, by the Winged Goddesses…” she moaned as she shuddered at his entry. “Already, yes!”

“Good,” he grunted as he slowly slid himself a little further in.

“More… more please…” she whimpered from beneath him. “Please, you have no idea how bad I need it…”

“I… have… some idea…” he grunted as he pushed into her tightness.

He began to slowly slid his cock into her, enjoying her tiny cries, not to mention her tight little pussy that spasmed with every inch. The chick’s entire body trembled with wanton need as he slid farther and farther into her, until he began to actively stretch her. He hesitated, only to have her struggle faintly against his grip—it was very obvious it wasn’t an attempt to escape.

“All the way,” she begged. “All the way, Gallus… stretch me until you hilt!”

Gallus blinked in surprise. He’d never had a female ask him to do that before. Then again, Gemma was the first griffoness he’d been with in a very long time. Who was he to argue?

With a grunt, he shoved his cock deeper into her folds. Her back arched as she let out a piercing squeal of joy. Her wings flapped in wild patterns as he finally slid his entire length into her.

“Breed me,” she whispered.

“What?” he yelped, startled. He almost pulled out of her right then and there from shock.

“If… you… want…” she said, panting out every word. “Please… fill me up. Make me yours… I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I first saw you… years ago…”

Gallus didn’t know what to do. Part of the Featherheart Championship was to help populate the griffon species, but that was an abstract thing. He hadn’t thought… he’d be part of it. Not like this. Not like anything.

He glanced up to Smolder, who looked like she had already gotten off at least twice.

“Up to you, but she’s asking real nice,” she opined. That’s all she gave him.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

“More sure than anything,” Gemma moaned, squirming on his cock.

“Well, o-okay…” he said. This probably wasn’t a good idea, but it had been so long since he’d been with another griffon…

Slowly, he began to slide in and out of her, reshaping her pussy to fit his cock better with every movement. He felt the familiar prickle of magic around the both of them. It seemed that the Idol of Aventa was interested in what they were doing. If her cries of passion were any indication, Gemma loved every single second of it. In fact, she began to slowly change beneath him. Her ass thickened just a little. Her tits grew by a single cup size. She became a little sleeker. It wasn’t anything huge, but with their bodies pounding together, Gallus noticed.

He also realized what that meant. Gemma really did want this. The Idol’s power was flowing into her, reshaping her to be an even more fertile lover than before.

And then, Gemma came. She came hard, clamping down on his cock with her pussy. The suddenness startled Gallus, so much that he himself came, at the exact moment he was fully hilted in her again. She screamed. He grunted. And he felt his balls empty their load into her eager and needy pussy. He could feel her body take his seed and drive it deeper into herself.

Then, he felt the flow of magic sweep through him, and a fresh burst of cum exploded from his still-buried cock. He let out a yowl of pleasure and pounded his hips into hers while Gemma’s claws made furrows in the desk from her grip.

Eventually, Gallus managed to stumble backward and land against the door, sliding down to the floor. He glanced between his legs, shocked to find that his cock was still almost fully hard. In fact, he felt like he could go again right now. Still, he lay like that for a time until steps caught his attention. Smolder and Gemma knelt down in front of him.

“Huh,” Smolder said, eyeing the cock curiously. “So that Idol thingy is what’s making him so ready?”

Gemma nodded, flushed and positively glowing as she rubbed her belly where Gallus’s seed now resided. “It’s said the Idol often chooses the Alphas and the Featherhearts before the competition. Some griffons are affected strongly by it… some not so much.”

“That why you asked him to knock you up?” Smolder said with a toothy grin and a sidelong smirk.

“I’ve wanted him to knock me up since his Griffonstone rally before we all saved Equestria,” Gemma said, blushing with shining eyes, her attention completely on him. “He was so determined and fiery. I knew I’d never get him to fall for me, but maybe, just maybe… he could mate with me.”

Gallus frowned and reached out to grab her claw. “Hey, one thing I’ve learned in Equestria is that everygriff’s got a chance to be anything they want. Stick around… who knows, I might pick you as a wife when I win Alpha.”

Gemma giggled softly, but still held his claw warmly.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing!” she replied. “Nothing at all.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think she believes me. Smolder… wanna help me convince our little maid here that everygriff deserves a chance to get what they want?”

Smolder laughed. “Gee, and I wonder how you intend to do that…”

Before Gallus could even make a suggestion, Smolder pushed Gemma up until her beak was right over his cock.

“Tell you what?” Smolder said as she adjusted herself. “Why don’t you get better acquainted with his dick and I’ll get nice and acquainted with your pussy?”

Before Gemma could say a word, Smolder had already dived in. With a yelp, Gemma dove down on his cock and Gallus let out a mighty groan.

It was a good thing that Idol increased stamina, otherwise, he’d never make it out of this room, let alone compete in the Championship this afternoon. Because at this point, he knew he would be signing that paperwork.

Still, he could think of better excuses than two beautiful girls who wanted nothing more than to play with him for as long as possible. While he didn’t think either of them would let him skip out on the Championship, there was no reason not to enjoy the moment.

And as he gripped Gemma’s head as she began to bob up and down on him, that’s exactly what he did.

I need a magical sex idol for myself~! Maybe then, ponies could keep up with me... ;)