Contains rough sex, competitive angry sex, interrogation, slut-shaming, zebra femdom, griffon on zebra action, ass-smacking, getting kicked into a wall, magically pleasurable kicks, ass smacking, ponut/crotchteats fetish, anal, fingering, quickie, being milked twice, creampie, cumshot, and bitter bruised defeat.

“Oh my stars, Dusty!” The green unicorn that Dusty knew as his regular Lyra Heartstrings climbed off the massage table, looking over her shoulder and grinning at him with her tail swaying from side to side. “Thank you again for the massage, you really know how to work my shoulders!”

“Of course, Lyra,” Dusty beamed, waving his talon as the mare trotted to the door. “I hope to see you or your wife very soon, tell her I said hi, yeah?”

“You know it!” Lyra walked out the door, leaving the young griffon stud’s chest puffed out and his mood warmer than a campfire at the pride that came with his job. His adventures with the voluptuous Mrs. Cake was a delight for sure, but it was certainly a different kind of enjoyment to have strictly professional masseur hours with mares that weren’t interested in going all the way with him. The gray griff was a degenerate for sure, but merely for the mares that returned his attraction whether they were on or off the massage table. Dusty took a deep breath, rolling his own shoulders back and forth before grinning and flying towards the door.

“Alright, time to clock out-”

Before he got too close to the door, the door swung open and revealed an incredibly well-built zebra mare, a paragon of femininity and discipline. Dusty wouldn’t have been surprised if this mystery mare worked out five times a week, perhaps more, and had the rest of his thoughts dissipated by the mare’s bright lavender eyes. She trotted past him and flopped herself on the massage table with a big smirk.

“My name is Femi, and I’m your next appointment,” the zebra mare proclaimed as she sighed and stretched her long and thin limbs out. And yet, while they were thin, Dusty could see muscles underneath them that gave this Femi a very respectable body. Dusty didn’t really get a good look at his list, usually leaving the planning all to the receptionist, so the gray griffon gave a shrug before walking towards the table and oiling his talons. He had seen her type before, rushing to the table and high strung over the last pony that pissed them off over Celestia knows what, and Dusty was sure she’d relax after he had gotten started. Plus, he was certainly intrigued by the presence of a zebra mare that he hadn’t seen before, not even on his adventures around Equestria! So he flew up to the table and pressed his talons against her shoulders, getting to work with his eyes bulging at her rippling shoulder blades. The griffon was truly impressed as while Femi had a remarkably feminine figure with prominent curves, she had muscles underneath her fur that most stallions didn’t possess. It was a nice balance between the rock muscle of bodybuilders and the feeling of fat he felt from most ponies. Wait a second, was he drifting off? He better fix that.

“So your name is Femi, then?” Dusty started, mentally cursing himself as he was met with silence. Asking a dumb question, and obviously he wouldn’t be met with an answer. Taking a deep breath as he moved his talons down to the middle of her back, he tried again.

“I don’t see too many zebras around here, so forgive me if I’m curious,” Dusty laughed, only to be met with no response. Was she offended? This Femi didn’t seem to give any indication either way, perhaps she was a shy mare? If she wasn’t a talker, that’d be fine, but Dusty didn’t want this Femi to feel uncomfortable around him! What to talk about…

“And if I may say, you’re definitely in amazing shape!” Dusty felt a flutter in his heart at his smoothness, that sort of flattery always got a response! Though it couldn’t hurt to seal the deal. “What do you do for a living that gets you in such amazing shape?”

Femi remained silent, and Dusty relented as he worked back up to her shoulders. Perhaps some creatures just really did want a quiet rela-

“So how do you know Mrs. Cake?”

Her voice was clear in contrast to her cutting silence moments before, and yet Dusty was taken aback by such a random question. His casual enjoyment of taking interest in her reached a screeching halt, his body tense itself as he stopped and looked down at her.

“What?” Dusty barely spoke above a whisper.

“Mrs. Cake frequents here, does she not?” Femi continued. “And you’ve been seen outside of work with her beyond just being a client, right?”

Dusty was stunned to say the least, his bright orange eyes wide with the sudden interrogation from a zebra mare that waltzed into his place of work. Wait, investigation? What if that’s what it was, and this mare was a private investigator sent by Mr. Cake? It would make sense, the yellow stallion very curious to find out where Mrs. Cake got a random zebra and griffon from to help work for them on occasion. And Dusty did find it quite confusing how quickly her husband had accepted their stories from first meeting them. Or this Femi could’ve been a stalker, but for what reason? This was the biggest test to Dusty’s casual demeanor, the griffon knew he had to act the way he acted best.

“We just became friends, of course! I’m seen around her because I help her out at the bakery, along with her family, employees, and a mutual zebra friend that also works there sometimes,” Raza explained, trying to keep his voice full of enthusiasm as opposed to the crippling nervousness that was ruffling his feathers. Though he couldn’t see it, Femi’s purple eyes widened at the last part of his statement before she looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with him.

“So you know Raza, does that mean you’re fucking Mrs. Cake as well?” Femi asked, and Dusty felt a cold shock of fear ripple throughout his body from the knowledge she had.

“I, wha, what are you even saying?” Dusty dropped the pretense, raising his voice in shock as he shook his head. “Mrs. Cake is a married mare, so I don’t know where all this is coming from!”

“It’s so interesting,” Femi shook her head, looking at the wall as she continued. “She’s trying to appear monogamous yet she seems to fuck around quite a lot. I believe the term for it is whorse?”

Dusty stopped, the slur that even the biggest gossips he’s massaged wouldn’t even use. And yet here the zebra mare was, saying it like she was talking about the weather. He had half a mind to throw her out at that very moment, but the absurd level of anger raging in his mind kept him still in lack of rationality. He was speechless, and Femi kept going.

“Such a slutty whorse,” Femi said a second time, a little louder than the first time. “If she is satisfied with a bird, than surely she can be satisfied with any creature willing to fuck her? Why can’t she put her fat sack on some other zebra?”

Blindly succumbing to his white hot rage reaching a boiling point, Dusty raised his talon and smacked her right on the ass. He saw the movement on her flesh, but Femi didn’t so much as twitch. She only turned her head the tiniest degree back in his direction.

“Was that you just did part of the massage?” Femi asked, her tone unchanged. Dusty froze, realizing what he had just done. Smacking his client in anger was absolutely crossing the line, and if Femi had been upset, Dusty would’ve profusely apologized and accepted the consequences of his own actions. Though, she seemed either indifferent to his smack or up to the challenge, as if she believed she could best him? Or was that his imagination, born from being absolutely demolished by Phoenix that one time? Femi didn’t seem half as powerful as the red griffoness, seeming more like all bark and no bite. He had an idea stirring in his mind…

“Yes, it was part of the massage,” Dusty said, not even bothering to make his tone convincing. He’d give Femi the same treatment he’d given to Mrs. Cake, then the zebra mare would relent and not be so judgmental. Then we’ll see who is the real whorse, succumbing to pleasure to the griffon she was interrogating!

Taking a deep breath, channeling the energy of the times he felt his strongest plapping the braying Mrs. Cake’s backdoor, whether it was on that very table or even on her bed shared with her husband, Dusty felt like he was ten feet tall as he flipped Femi around. The mare was surprisingly light for all the muscle she had in her lithe body, and right above her pussy lips was white striped crotchboobs with black teats. They weren’t as big as Mrs. Cake’s crotchteats, not even close, but they were still teats all the same. Sensually working his talons up her chest and down to her stomach, Dusty played the game as he pretended to care about massaging her upper body before reaching the real prize. Placing his talons right on her crotchteats, Dusty twisted and played with them, even putting a bit more pressure on them than he did with Mrs. Cake. Though, no response, even when he reached the point of flicking them with enough force that would get Phoenix to even react. He grabbed a fistful of her crotchteats, gripping them firmly but not too hard, glancing up and feeling hot shame burn at his face as Femi looked down at his face as if he was a newspaper she was reading.

No way in Tartarus…

Feeling frustration flame his ire, Dusty kept going for another several minutes only to keep getting the same expression before flipping her around again. Sure, he could see her not reacting to teatplay, but by Griffonstone’s name he was the ponut professional. Stretching his forelegs out and cracking his talons, Dusty braced himself with his true griffon strength before lunging with more predatory instinct than he had ever before. This mare knew what he was up to, though as long as she allowed him, Dusty would prove himself to be an absolute mare-conqueror. A loud growl leaving his lion lungs, Dusty sunk three oiled digits into her ponut and used the other talon to massage her clit thoroughly. Moving his digits on her clit in fierce circles, Dusty looked for any tell-tale signs that she might’ve been holding back her action. Looking at the posters on the wall next to her, her expression blank, Dusty felt his arousal skyrocket at the challenge. He was absolutely in need of the payoff, to break this mare and make her cum. So he refused to look at her face any further as he focused on her black ponut and his three digits inside of them, pistoning them in and out of her and getting hypnotized by being able to so blatantly enjoy the splendor of zebra ponuts. He was more than happy with Mrs. Cake’s backdoor, easily being able to enjoy it for hours, but savoring Femi’s backdoor held a delight in itself as it seemed to swallow up his talon with each plunge. And the wetness of Femi’s clit assured him the small victory that she wasn’t dry, but to still see that the zebra mare was unfazed was something that he hoped wouldn’t last for long.

What felt like five minutes had drawn out into what had to be at least twenty minutes, with that once hot and fiery griffon instinct burning out little by little until Dusty felt as though he was going to slump over on top of her. Dusty felt sweat dripping down his face, and hoped dearly that the blank-faced Femi wouldn’t notice the weakness taking over his body. Every few seconds when he noticed that his pistoning was slowing down, and his clit circles were getting lazy, Dusty picked up the pace again for a brief burst of energy before the cycle continued and he was at an impasse. Though she remained wet and had to be clo-

“I guess it's my turn.”

That was all Dusty had heard before Femi pulled back her hindleg and kicked him off the table and into the wall, a barely audible escape of air leaving his lungs before he fell on the floor. Feeling the slam against the wall made his head spin in disorientation for a few moments before he focused on the pillar between his legs. Namely, his fully erect cock bobbing side to side from being neglected during all the pleasure he delivered to Femi. He was aware of being somewhat turned on, but didn’t even know he was hard let alone erect to the point of feeling close. Another surge of hot shame flushed his cheeks as he watched Femi get up, moving off her table and moving towards him. Though the most magnetizing part of it was that she was moving towards him backwards, her striped ass facing him as she swayed it back and forth. Those stripes on her very toned ass were a siren’s song in their own right, making his mind go blank as drool seeped out of his beak. Though, she cut off the scene and turned around to face him with her narrowed purple eyes and the tiniest smile on her muzzle. Trotting the last bit of distance between the massage table and Dusty’s sore body as he had barely managed to stand up against the wall and stare her down with the last fraction of fire in his fitting eyes, the griffon glared her down as he pointed his cock right in the direction she wanted it.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to-OH FUCK!” Dusty cried out as Femi gracefully turned around and moved back without skipping a beat, slamming down her ponut on the entirety of his cock. Feeling his balls hit her warm clit, Dusty shivered as he had nearly broke from the sudden movement. Though he braced himself for what he knew deep down would be the savage sexual acts of the zebra mare, telling himself that if she could stand his carnal attempts, then he could hold out as well. Dusty tried to abstain from thinking sexual thoughts that would hurt his chances, taking deep breaths as Femi held herself still as she would surprise him at any moment. This was a cocky hotshot of a mare, Dusty told himself, one after his own heart. But she crossed the line with how she talked about Mrs. Cake, so he needed to prove himself in the way he knew how. Reaching his talons to grip Femi’s striped cheeks, Dusty was moments away from getting started on thrusting into her best he could while backed up against the wall, when Femi started in earnest. Her movements forward, keeping only the tip of his griffon dick inside her backdoor, and then backward as she slammed down on him again, were mind-blowing in of itself. Dusty felt fear rippling his body alongside the hot pleasure of her bouncing and gyrating that put Rainbow Dash to shame, his confidence being swiftly dashed by Femi’s mysteriously powerful blur of fucking. Even though he was without a shadow of a doubt, inside of her, it felt way more like she was fucking him instead of vice versa.

“Where did the griffon instinct go?” Femi giggled, not even panting as she grinned wide enough to show her teeth. “Come on, bird boy, bring your beak down my neck or grab my mane! Surely you’ve got it in you!”

Dusty didn’t even question if she was mocking him, though with a hot rush of shame and excitement, the gray griffon found himself pathetically bucking his hips into her own hips with but a mere fraction of his normal fire. Even though he was grateful for those ideas as to best dominate her, they were pointless. They both knew damn well that he was physically unable to do either, and within but a few minutes, Dusty moaned as she brought her ponut down on his entire cock and thoroughly milked him. Shutting his eyes and briefly escaping the embarrassment of defeat, Dusty’s wings twitched against the wall as he sighed from the divine feeling of painting the inside of the toned zebra mare’s backdoor. Even if he’d have a lot to process after the whole situation, Dusty allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure of being inside her and being so quickly milked to an orgasm. Femi smirked as she remained still, looking over her shoulder and taking in Dusty’s closed eyes and wide-open beak, lost in pleasure as if he was a gangbanged mare. Femi gave him a few more seconds of being lost in bliss, she wasn’t a monster after all, before she moved forward and removed the entirety of his cock from her leaking ponut.

“Wha-?” Dusty gasped before Femi moved her backhoof and gave a special strike to his side, and while it didn’t hurt like he thought it would, the effects were instant. His eleven inches of griffon glory were hard again with no refractory period, twitching for more as if nothing had happened. While it didn’t hurt like the kick that sent him against the wall, the special strike was simultaneously pleasurable as it was feeling like he was being beaten into submission. Dusty’s eyes shot wide open and he threw a talon over his beak at the physical sensation that should’ve been impossible. Femi still had her purple eyes as she giggled at him for a few moments. Then, she stepped away as she no longer was looking at him, using the same backhoof in a quick motion against his dick and making him squirt all over her striped cheeks as if it was an afterthought. The sped up second orgasm did Dusty in as he fell to the ground after his balls were completely spent in and on the zebra mare, feeling utterly destroyed as he was heavily blushing from it all. The feeling of being defeated at his own game by a mare he didn’t even know, hit harder than being thrown against the wall. Or even the slamming that his pelvis had brutally endured. Even though the warm post-nut pleasure hit harder than anything before, Dusty knew he was going to have to ask for a few days off work at least for the roughest sex he’d ever had…

Femi walked away, opening the door as she still kept smirking with cum leaking out of her black ponut and even more cum decorating her ass like a sticky trophy. Her goal was accomplished, she’d gotten much-needed information and had time to spare to go to her next destination. As quickly as she’d entered the room, Femi had left without a trace. Moments later, the manager unicorn had stepped into the room and gasped. Any sort of anger from seeing cum all over the room had been dashed with concern as she saw Dusty’s fur and feathers roughed up, his chest bruised, groaning as the mare gently prodded his face.

“Sweet mother of Celestia, are you alright?” the manager gasped, looking at his twitching wings that seemed to be unharmed but frantically looking out the door and back at her employee as she continued. “What happened? You had your last appointment an hour ago, so I thought you had gone home! Do you need me to call the hospital, the police?”

“Wait, what? I thought she was my last appointment?” Dusty sputtered, feeling even more lost in his mind than before. Didn’t that Femi schedule an appointment with him? If she didn’t even give her contact information to his work, Dusty didn’t really have a hope in finding her. Not without asking around at the very least. Why did she ask about Mrs. Cake? What did Raza have to do with her?

“Don’t call either, I just need a couple days of rest, I promise,” Dusty shook his head, trying not to take out his bitterness on his manager as his mind blanked and he slumped over in defeat. He’d get up in a few minutes, and return home for a long sleep…