Contains griffondom, massage sex, teatjob, lots of ponut pounding with lube and preparation, definitely a huge emphasis on the ponut/crotchteats fetish (y'all know me at this point), messy sex with lots of marecum, dirty talk, cartoonishly loud griffon orgasms, and the most devious act of all...exchanging contact information! How scandalous!

No, there's no actual donut deliveries...its a metaphor XD

Humming to himself as he bobbed his head side to side from the music he was creating in his own mind, a certain gray griffon masseur threw a lengthy sheet over the massage table as he was preparing for his next client. The receptionist had informed him that there was one that was ready whenever he was, and so Dusty made sure the area looked cleaner than a whistle. As he made sure he was well stocked on massage oils and clean cloths, the door opened and the receptionist poked her head through.

“Hey, I almost forgot to tell you since I didn’t think it was that important,” the receptionist admitted. “But this mare was a client with you last time, and asked specifically for you. So please do exactly what you did last time, especially with a mare that’s the owner of Sugarcube Corner. Having that connection will make the owner super happy! Thanks!”

Closing the door before Dusty could properly respond, his eyes widened and his beak dropped at the sheer shock that came from the additional context for who his next client was. He was just able to put aside the mounting anxiety that came from his impulsive time with Mrs. Cake, having questioned back and forth whether he had imagined the blue mare reciprocating and genuinely believing at times that he had taken advantage of his client and had assaulted her. Even the first few days following the incident, he was certain she would’ve returned to his place of work with the Royal Guard! But if she truly hated the experience, why come back then? Surely she was more receptive than he was led to assume? Regardless, he resolved to just commit to giving the deliciously thick MILF a regular massage despite his deeper desires. Walking out of his massage room and into the lobby, he saw Mrs. Cake sitting at a chair near the door with a small blush as she must’ve been imagining something quite enjoyable in her head. No longer staring off into the distance as the blue mare heard the door close behind Dusty, Mrs. Cake’s eyes focused on the griffon with a wide smile as she jumped to her hooves.

“So glad that you’re here today~!” Mrs. Cake winked, following Dusty into the massage room and closing the door behind her as they were given a slightly increased level of privacy.

“I’m surprised that you’re back,” Dusty blurted the words out his beak before he could stop himself, and prayed to Celestia that the chubby mare wouldn’t ask what he meant. Thankfully, Mrs. Cake brightened a little, her tail swinging from side to side as she grinned this time with her pearly whites on full display.

“Of course I’m back! I’ve never had a proper exotic Griffonian massage before~” Mrs. Cake giggled as she twirled one forehoof around the floor, fluttering her eyelashes at Dusty as she looked up at him. With a deliciously hot realization, Dusty realized that the MILF must’ve still been under the assumption that what he did with her was completely professional and normal. At least, under the guise that it was an exotic massage from Griffonstone. Feeling a deep-seated naughty idea rising to the forefront of his mind, Dusty saw no reason to correct her, not when she was clearly aroused and interested in being intimately touched by him again.

“Well, why don’t we give you what you came here for~?” Dusty smirked. “Please rest on your back and I’ll get my talons oiled up, okay?”

Mrs. Cake was more than happy to do so, jumping onto the soft massage table and laying on her back with her legs resting on the table comfortably with her crotchteats and pussy exposed to the cool air. While the chubby mare was genuinely fascinated with Dusty’s adventures that she had learned through small talk, Mrs. Cake knew that the second visit wasn’t likely to involve too much conversation. Not when the griffon was looking at her like she was prey to him, or was that perhaps a trick of the light from her increasingly shameless mind? Regardless, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath and readied herself for whatever surprises the feathered fellow had in store for her…

Having walked over to the counter and thoroughly oiling up his talons in preparation, Dusty glanced over at Mrs. Cake. While he didn’t really plan on making as much small talk as last time, he felt obligated to talk to her a little to put her mind at ease. Walking towards her with his oiled talons, Dusty smiled as much as his beak allowed as he walked around the massage table till his furry chest was hovering over the chubby mare’s face when he placed his talons on her shoulders and began kneading into them.

“So, how has everything been at Sugarcube Corner?” Dusty asked, tilting his head. “A little hectic perhaps? After all, you’ve come to see me again but gave it at least two weeks to do so.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” Mrs. Cake sighed, not too off-put by the memories thanks to the generous touch of the griffon above her. “I feel like I’ve been learning so much about myself, about what I need out of life. When you own a business and take care of a family, you don’t normally bother to think about the big picture. Suppose just the events I’ve been through are quite eye-opening.”

“Interesting~” Dusty replied, and actually meant it. He had almost no idea what she was actually talking about, but if it led to her coming back for his “special massage,” the gray griffon wasn’t the least bit interested in complaining about it. Bringing his talons down to her forelegs and using a talon on each one to massage them firmly, but not harshly, the griffon thought about what to say next for a moment. “Good for you quite honestly, thinking and wanting for yourself for a change. I can quite relate to such a journey, as you already know with my choice to leave Griffonstone, that sometimes you need to put yourself first in order to keep from going crazy. Not enough creatures recognize that.”

As he moved from her forelegs to gently massaging her chest, his piercing orange eyes stared intently at her as if he saw her for exactly who she was. A lost soul down the wrong way, with a life that was equal parts exquisite and entrapment, and a body that yearned for his touch specifically. As his smile never faltered, putting Mrs. Cake at ease along with his touch, he eventually cupped the blue mare’s face with his talons as he stared down at her.

“I must have your consent for this part, as it's a very personal massage that I don’t normally do for clients,” Dusty explained. “But if you enjoyed the last massage, I can definitely assure you that you’ll enjoy this one~”

“Yes, that works perfectly for me,” Mrs. Cake nodded, trusting the young griffon cock and his talon-induced magic. Dusty smirked, clearly not expecting any other answer from the chubby baker. Closing the distance between her very tempting muzzle and his beak, Dusty allowed the blue mare to give a muffled squeak of surprise before slipping his long griffon tongue inside her mouth. With her not struggling in the slightest, instead giving a longing moan into Dusty’s mouth, the griffon was spurred on to continue. Mrs. Cake, having not expected a makeout session being part of personal Griffonian massages, definitely didn’t complain as she found that Dusty made out far more passionately than she would’ve expected from a creature that technically didn’t have lips. His longer yet slightly thinner tongue moved with fury, as if he was determined to burn the memory of his touch into her brain, and Mrs. Cake was barely able to keep up. The griffon’s tongue vigorously explored her entire mouth by the time her tongue was barely able to move towards his, Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt overpowered by him with such a simple act as tongue-wrestling. His oral attack lasted for a few more seconds as Mrs. Cake felt her loins quickly responding to the stimulation, getting considerably aroused by the time he parted his beak from her muzzle and let go of her face.

Without another word, Dusty puffed out his chest and walked to the opposite side of the table where Mrs. Cake’s holes and hindlegs were pointed towards him. Just when the chubby mare assumed Dusty was going to work on her hindlegs like he did with her forelegs, the gray griffon brought his talons to her crotchteats and began to fondle them.

“Great stars, do I miss these,” Dusty whispered just loud enough for Mrs. Cake to hear. Getting her mounds slathered with the oil that remained on his talons, he signed as the length between his legs began to harden in anticipation. Gently brushing the blueberry-looking nipples of the MILF he had the unbelievable second chance of pleasuring in the same odd yet gratifying circumstances, Dusty allowed himself a few moments of pinching her nipples and giving each crotchteat a good squeeze before climbing onto the massage table and lining up the tip of his stiff cock to the snug space between the mare’s crotchteats. Taking a deep breath as he glanced at Mrs. Cake’s curious expression, Dusty slid his long griffon cock in between the chubby mare’s crotchteats. Having such an experience as having his dick sandwiched between a profoundly thick set of crotchteats, most likely as fat as they were because of the pregnancy Mrs. Cake had years ago, from such a MILF was an euphoric act beyond words. Sliding his dick all the way through till his balls brushed against the mare’s crotchteats, the tip of his dick nearly touching the chubby mare’s muzzle, Dusty then slowly pulled back till only his tip was still between the mare’s crotchteats.

“How does this feel?” Dusty smirked, wondering if his delightfully horny client was still under the guise of it all being a massage. Thrusting back forward, Dusty watched as Mrs. Cake blushed and smiled at the young griffon cock.

“It feels amazing~” Mrs. Cake sighed. “I never knew you griffons to be so…sensual with your massages…”

“And I never knew you motherly mares to have such delicious bodies!” Dusty remarked, taking the initiative to briefly twist both of Mrs. Cake’s blueberry-looking nipples. Watching as Mrs. Cake stifled a moan from both touches, Dusty began to pick up the pace on his thrusts as he gave into his predatory instincts again. Whether it was still subconscious or not, Dusty was certain that a lack of passion in Mrs. Cake’s marriage spurred her on to return to his talons both figuratively and literally. And the young adult griffon was more than happy to provide the carnal pleasure the MILF deserved and more, and self-admittedly, use her in every way his selfish mind saw fit so long as she allowed it. Jackhammering into the warm, furry, and snug space between Mrs. Cake’s crotchteats, Dusty growled as he was moments away from properly claiming her.

“Yessssssssssss, I’m almost there,” Dusty snarled. “I’m going to paint those delectable blueberries of yours! So get ready~”

From Mrs. Cake’s perspective, watching the young yet built griffon cock pistoning his length up and down her chest between her teats, all the while staring her down with his piercing orange eyes, made her feel like his prey to be claimed in whatever way he saw fit. Strangely enough, the feeling made her more secure than her husband ever did. No matter what her worries were, she could trust that Dusty had her under his control with the touch of his magical talons and long griffon dick. She was simply mesmerized as he pulled out from her crotchteats and proceeded to jerk off his length for a few seconds before hot white ropes of his seed came out of his dick and all over her stomach and crotchteats.

Dusty licked his beak as he saw his own jizz painted her nipples to look like frosted blueberries, and was tempted to play with them further. But instead, Dusty was ready to get stuff going further. The grinding on her body was all well and good, but he’d be stopped by the receptionist even though he didn’t set up a timer yet. So time was of the essence as he jumped off the table and looked at Mrs. Cake’s slightly panting expression. Walking over to his counter and actually setting up the timer so as to not raise suspicion with the receptionist right outside, Dusty then placed the active timer on the counter as he looked back to the MILF of a mare before him.

“Please if you could be so kind as to flip around for me,” Despite the politeness of his words, his tone still sounded more like an order that rushed through Mrs. Cake’s ears and straight to her loins as she flipped around onto her stomach and presented her ass to him. As she stayed still, a dawning realization began to rise up to the forefront of her mind.

Wait a second, is he going to actually fuck me? Perhaps I have another source to alleviate my needs, and this may not be an actual massage? After all, he wouldn’t dare say anything to my husband since he values his job. Why, this is great news! Hopefully I’m not wrong…

Parting her crimson tail to the side and blatantly presenting her dark blue ponut and pussy lips to the griffon masseur, Mrs. Cake glanced at him over her shoulder and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Moving her ass cheeks up and down as they jiggled, she stifled a giggle as Dusty’s eyes went wide and his beak dropped a little. Dusty gawked, either Mrs. Cake had finally put two and two together, or the clever blue mare knew of his intentional lewdness the whole time. Regardless, he had his options of where to put his dick. He didn’t want to do her mouth because he felt as though it wouldn’t be as impactful as stuffing it in one of her back holes. There was her pussy, and he could potentially impregnate the mare and further cuck the pathetic husband she must’ve had. However, if his intuition was correct, the likelihood of no one having ever properly fucked her ponut was really high. If she had an adventurous stallion that would’ve explored her in every way, she simply wouldn’t be here with the griffon masseur, so his guess was pretty well-educated.

Dusty wouldn’t admit it at that moment to the mare he was about to experience properly for the first time, but something he learned from his several encounters with mares was that he had a weakness for ponuts. Uniquely shaped in a way that looked like donuts, mares’ backdoors were far more superior to any butthole he had ever seen. And the way they tightly hugged his cock each time was Celestia-sent, an experience beyond words. So Dusty turned to the counter and pulled out a drawer underneath it that contained lubricant. It was a special magical lubricant that was normally meant to loosen up the tightest of muscles on a massaged client, but also could be sufficient lube for sex. A multi-faceted tool, Dusty splashed a healthy amount on one of his talons before placing the container back in the drawer and turning to Mrs. Cake’s awaiting holes.

“Brace yourself, Mrs. Cake,” Dusty told the chubby blue mare as he rested the lubed talon right on the rim of her blue ponut, and Mrs. Cake gasped at what he had planned. Feeling him gently slipping two of his digits into her tight backdoor, Mrs. Cake wiggled and groaned at the sensation of them flexing inside her. Her saving grace was that Dusty had the decency of using a magical lube that made the pressure far more pleasurable than painful, as well as his talons remaining up to code as always. As Dusty slipped a third digit inside, the griffon started groping one of Mrs. Cake’s ass cheeks with his free talon as he purred. “So, Mrs. Cake, is this the first time you’d be taking it up the ass?”

“Do the two failed attempts with my husband count?” Mrs. Cake laughed, wincing a little at the memory. “Oh dear, those times were too painful to really keep going. Only really good experiences down there were the times I used a butt plug…”

“What a fool,” Dusty scoffed. “Sorry, if you take offense from me making such a statement, but every guy with at least two brain cells knows to generously lubricate the backdoor. You will definitely understand my point soon~”

Despite the insult to her husband that she should’ve been offended by, Mrs. Cake’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as Dusty was nearly fisting her backdoor with his needy digits. Feeling so deeply wanted by such a young stud was more gratifying than she could’ve ever expected, and Mrs. Cake allowed a deep moan to escape her mouth knowing it wasn’t too loud for the receptionist to hear. Taking his talon out of Mrs. Cake’s backdoor and returning to the counter to slather another helping of said lube all over his once-again hard cock, Dusty sighed as he admired his talonwork both on his dick and Mrs. Cake’s glistening ponut. Seeing her ponut like that was truly a work of art to the griffon, and he could wait no longer. Rushing towards the table and flying back onto it, Dusty stood on Mrs. Cake with his lighter figure as his talons rested on her shoulders and his hindlegs were on each side of the chubby blue MILF’s ass cheeks as he lined up the tip of his slick hard cock with his client’s deliciously lubed up ponut.

Mrs. Cake, for the reasons she had just described to the young griffon cock, felt her heart pounding in her chest as she readied herself to feel a dick properly pound her backdoor for the first time. The anxiety came especially with her husband’s past failures at doing the exact same act Dusty was about to do, but Mrs. Cake trusted that if anyone was able to treat her right down there, it would be Dusty. Feeling the sharp yet surprisingly nice sensation of Dusty’s tip penetrating her ponut, she gasped at the sensation of the gray griffon’s talons gripping her shoulders. Hearing an increasingly loud growl escape from Dusty’s beak, said beak dangerously close to her twitching ears, Mrs. Cake gasped and panted as he steadily pushed more of his length inside.

“There we go…” Dusty hissed, feeling pleasure beyond his wildest hopes as Mrs. Cake’s practically virginal backdoor moments before gripped his dick tightly. As much as he loved the teatjob and the other ways she made him cum before, it paled in comparison to the naturally superior sensation of fucking a mare’s ponut. As he managed to nearly hilt her in one go, Dusty gasped with delight. Something told him that she most likely used more than just a tiny butt plug on her backdoor, but he had no reason to press it. Growling more as he pulled out most of his length from her backdoor, Dusty then proceeded to slam most of his length back inside, slightly shaking the table. Mrs. Cake’s eyes shot wide open from the devastatingly beautiful amount of pressure mixed with pleasure rocking her body, and a quick and needy “yes” escaped her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Oh?” Dusty snickered. “Perhaps you’re enjoying this more than anything your husband has ever given you? You don’t need to answer that question right away, just know it deep inside your loins as I completely break you~”

Mrs. Cake was about to ask what he meant, how he would prove that, when Dusty had turned from his singular thrust to several in succession, pounding away at her in earnest. Her thoughts began melting away except one loud mantra in her head that made her pussy all the more aroused.

He’s better than your husband, better than your husband, better than your-

Besides the spicy slap of the griffon cock’s balls hitting her clit, Mrs. Cake’s pussy was otherwise untouched as she was speeding towards her own orgasm. She wouldn’t have guessed that she would’ve loved anal so much, the rising pressure that came with the griffon pounding away at her backdoor proving such, and wondered with time if she’d end up being more of a butt slut than anything else. There was no pregnancy that could occur with taking it up there, and the guy could receive more pleasure from the tightness within her ponut, so with all the lube involved, there were only positives. And steadily with every several thrusts, Dusty was able to get another inch inside until with a delighted beak-dropped expression, he was able to hilt himself inside the chubby mare’s backdoor.

No mare has been able to do that with my cock before!

“Aren’t you quite talented for your first time~?” Dusty moved one of his talons off Mrs. Cake’s shoulder as he gently dragged it down her backside while still savagely pounding away at her backdoor, the sound of his balls hitting her clit with a PLAP PLAP PLAP that the receptionist somehow didn’t hear being barely louder than Mrs. Cake’s longing moans. Perhaps the mare outside had put her headphones on as she normally did whenever the lobby was empty, and it was a fair guess to make. Still, Dusty knew not to make their event too loud.

Mrs. Cake’s mouth opened, her tongue lolling out as drool fell and landed on the massage table her cum-stained body was resting on. The filthiness of it all, being so thoroughly dominated by the griffon cock while her husband was none the wiser, aroused the chubby blue mare far more than she cared to admit. Gasping as her orgasm hit with no idea that she was even close, Mrs. Cake let out a guttural sound as her pussy clenched away at nothing. Marecum spilling onto the table and even dripping onto the floor, Dusty gasped as he stopped mid-thrust to listen to his fat-caked client’s squirting.

“You just came, and I didn’t even touch you,” Dusty whispered. “This just proves it, that you love getting your backdoor pounded. You just needed the right partner to show you how good it can feel~”

Returning to thrusting into an even faster blur, Mrs. Cake felt her needy pussy skyrocketing to being near a second orgasm due to the contact of Dusty’s balls slapping her clit, as well as being sensitive down there from her first orgasm. The vibration of Dusty’s beak growling against the back of her head as well as the sound made the chubby blue mare’s head spiral in the best way possible. There were no more troubles, worries of her home, only the pure sensory overload that came with a true stud claiming her as he saw fit.

“Take my griffon seed, take-” Dusty cut off his own lewd demand, breaking into a loud screech that nearly scared the daylights out of Mrs. Cake had she not entered her second orgasm at the same time he was brought to his first. Returning his talon from her backside back to her shoulder, he tightly gripped her shoulders as his feathers puffed out and his fur stood on end. As the screech escaped from his beak, his pupils dilated into little specks, and his wings flapped sporadically, Dusty pumped ropes of his hot seed deep into the depths of her delightfully tight ponut. Flooding her ass with nothing but his griffon cock instincts, Dusty kept mindlessly thrusting back and forth until his orgasm was finished. Slipping his cock out of the panting mare’s backdoor, Dusty began to slowly ground himself back in reality as he glanced down at the one rope of cum that escaped Mrs. Cake’s ponut, rolled down her pussy lips, and onto the massage table. Seeing the one rope of his superior griffon work mixing with the pool of marecum on the massage table, Dusty puffed his chest and returned to his senses as he was overcum with a level of pride from railing the older mother far better than her husband did. It gave him hope for future relationships, flings, or whatever endeavors he-

His thought process was interrupted by a knock on the door that caused the griffon to shriek and fall off the table entirely, scrambling up to rush to the door before Celestia forbid, the creature on the other side could open it. Cracking the door open, Dusty looked at the unicorn masseuse that came from in the massage room a few feet away from him.

“You alright, Dusty?” the unicorn asked with her eyes wide, only focusing on him and not noticing the creampied MILF on the other side of the room.

“Yeah, yeah! Sorry, I stubbed my paw by accident,” Dusty sighed, shaking his head. “Me and the client are both fine, don’t worry.”

“If you say so,” the unicorn shrugged, turning around and walking away. “Just be careful next time, you scared the crap out of my client.”

“Sorry!” Dusty blushed before closing the door with his back pressed against it and his foreleg dramatically swept over his forehead. His coworkers were all lovely, but the last situation he cared to deal with was any of them prying into his dirty little secret. Removing himself from pressing against the door knowing that his coworker had properly left, Dusty walked up to the panting mare as she looked like she was basking in the glory of Celestia herself. Her eyes briefly unfocused in the direction of the wall straight ahead, Mrs. Cake noticed Dusty’s returning presence from the gentle pitter-patter of his paws as she glanced down at him from the table.

“You wanna…hah…exchange contact information? I can give you the PO box I planned on using for my outside partners, and I can have the mailing address to your house?” Mrs. Cake explained, still heavily blushing even after she was able to gain her verbal bearings.

“Absolutely,” Dusty grinned, exposing the teeth that Mrs. Cake was surprised to see within his beak. “But please, if you could be so kind as to hop off the table? Cleaning up with me would be nice, but since you’re paying, you can just clean yourself off and meet me at the lobby if you’d like.”

“No, I’d like to help a little,” Mrs. Cake reassured the gray griffon, carefully standing on all four shaky legs before hopping off the table and getting a cloth from the counter. With Dusty taking the ruined massage sheet and bundling it up before putting it in a tightly sealed garbage bag, and Mrs. Cake spraying cleaner liquid on the table and floor before wiping both areas, the two made quick work of the griffon’s massage room until they were finishing touches to the room when the timer went off. Pulling out a piece of paper and pen from one of the drawers, Dusty jotted down all his contact information, getting the same from Mrs. Cake on a separate piece of paper as she told him what to write down, before both took each other’s contact info.

“Beautiful,” Dusty glanced at Mrs. Cake with a wink as he held the contact information to his fluffy chest. “And of course, I’ll be sure to be as discreet as possible. You’ve not got a single worry to have with me, griffon’s honor.”

Mrs. Cake almost wanted to make a remark about how griffons were commonly known for being greedy and self-interested, but bit her tongue as she chastised herself for the stereotype. Dusty was profoundly educated and far more of a gentlecolt than most ponies were, and the thought made Mrs. Cake smile warmly as she had her folded note of his info attached to her outfit.

“Thank you, Dusty,” Mrs. Cake nodded, her behind thoroughly cleaned of any fluids as she turned around and walked out of the room, prepared to get a discount again as she wondered what other services she could reasonably get out of him…