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No one griffon decides to join a traveling wagon on their own free will, especially one with two annoying ponies operating it. Unless you were a more chipper weirdo like that Gabby chick, or some creature with an already established relationship with a pony to begin with--which excludes most of Griffonstone--normally ponies were to be avoided at all costs. One never quite knows what those giggling morons were capable of, and yet here's Gunter, traveling with an easily unnerved unicorn and her magician "girl best friend." Their words, not his.

It started like any other day for the griffon, traveling from Griffonstone to Vanhoover. His sister was there visiting some penpals and he was invited to visit; as much as he didn't like traveling, family is family. If there was any one creature he truly cared for, it was that athletic superstar Giselle. Her performance at the Equestria Games and inviting personality won her over with other races, and he was always there to help her achieve her dreams. Heck, they even had matching colors: both their coats were a light gray and their feathers blueish gray. The only difference aside from biological sex was their eyes: Gunter's was magenta while Giselle's was orange. But, imagine your long overnight train making a stop at one station for passengers to stretch their limbs, wings, and other appendages, and then breaking down from an exploded engine. Everyone that had been on that train up to that point was understandably devastated, mobbing around the train crew for answers. Not Gunter, of course; it was much too far on his journey to go home too, so he had to rely on his wings, claws, paws, and wits. He needed to see his sister, the shining light in his life.

Hours into his journey, refusing to approach anypony much less ask for help, he was now stuck in the woodlands, having avoided the mountainous Galloping Gorge area. He made the mistake of taking a short rest along the beaten path, though his wings were sore and his limbs cramped. Taking a breather in an open forested area wasn't the issue; the wagon that approached him was. Well, it didn't so much approach him as it lost a wheel and tipped over, stalling the occupants inside as they yelled in complaint and surprise. No place or energy to hide, so Gunter groaned and looked on as the back doors swung open, revealing an azure unicorn scramming right out as another voice called to her. "Trixie, wait!" spoke her pink unicorn co-commander, moving out to try and catch the other. They began to audibly--nay, loudly argue:

"This is what I was talking about! You need to-"

"Trixie was doing just fine driving this wagon until that stupid rock got in the way."

"But this is the third time this trip we've had to stall. How are we going to get to Vanhoover at this rate?"

Just as luck would have it, they were on the same path as the griffon. But, by the looks of it, he wanted no part in helping out these mares. Despite how his body ached, he stood once more and followed the mostly paved path.

"Hey, wait! Over here!" called one of the ponies, which he couldn't ignore now that they called for his attention. It took a minute, but he glared and turned his head. Both of them were dashing up towards him, but stopping a good distance between them with a hurried skid. "We're uh...in a predicament here, so...hey! Uh...mind if you help repair our wagon? One of the wheels kind of fell off," offered the more neurotic-looking mare.

"I'll pass. I'm beat, anyways," the griffon retorted, which was as much as he wanted to give them. But even when he turned away, and turned them down, the unicorn teleported right in front of him, causing him to reel back.

"It won't take long. And hey, we'll pay you a few bits for your trouble!"

"I don't need money. Please get out of the way," he countered, trying not to acknowledge either of their existences right now. The more she insisted, the faster his pace was, adding pressure to an already exhausted body. But passing by her didn't work since she either kept running up or teleporting to him, which only made Gunter more agitated.

"We really need your help!" she begged.

"I think you could have fixed your wagon by now if you'd stop following me," he seethed.

"You should probably stop running, actually," suddenly the mare spoke in concern. "There's a bit of wobble in your front leg and I'd hate to see you-"

Slip. Tumble. His body rolled along the ground and there was a sharp pain in his right ankle. "Oh, dammit!" yelped the griffon with a grab of his injured part. "Look what you did to me, you stupid...ugh..."

"Ahhh, sorry! Sorry, sorry! Wait right there!" She was way more apologetic now, her horn glowing a seafoam-colored area and magically sending them back to the site of the stalled wagon. "Trixie, get the ice!"

---

And just like that, he was stuck with the odd couple. He did still "help" by holding that wheel up with his remaining body strength, while the teleporting mare used her horn's magic to lift up the wagon and carefully slide it's axle through the hole. But Gunter's reward? Ice and bandages for his ankle, stuck recovering inside said vehicle while munching on some salty potato chips. He then learned their names: the blue one with a boastful personality was Trixie, and the more level-headed yet anxious one was Starlight. Oddly enough, the showpony took more of an interest in him. "So, what's a griffon like you doing heading by hoof to Vanhoover?"

He huffed in frustration. "Not telling."

"Awww, why not? The Great and Curious Trixie is just getting acquainted," she replied sing-song.

"You don't need to know."

"Oooh, sounds juicy~" That tease sent a sharp glare her way, but all she did was snicker. "Hmm, perhaps a lover awaits your presence, and you're just being all secretive about it because you're so shy~"

While he growled, the mare of reason prodded her way into the conversation. "Knock it off, Trixie."

"Honestly..." the azure mare scoffed. "What is with you griffons being such grumps, anyway? This is why Trixie stopped coming to Griffonstone."

"Trixie..." moaned her friend, though not as annoyed at Gunter.

"I don't know. Why does a two-bit mare like you keep referring to yourself in the third-person like a weirdo?" he criticized, to which Trixie gave a consequential gasp.

"What? Who are you calling 'two-bit'? Trixie's amazing magical performances cost way more than two bits!" She actually stood up and put a hoof to her chest, posturing defensively. "And that's why tomorrow's show will be that much more spectacular!" With a flick of her pale blue and light cerulean mane, she was more than proud of herself, but the griffon wasn't impressed.

"Woohoo," Gunter gave out the enthusiasm of a stone-face statue, then laid back on the floor with a grunt, clawhands resting under his head. His footpaw was raised up and resting on a spare pillow, placed there conveniently via Starlight's magic.

"Your turn to lead, Trixie. I'll look after our guest," she spoke to her cohort like an aunt trying to lead her child away from the toy section of a store.

And she did just that, letting out a 'hmph!' as Starlight took her spot resting next to the griffon. She let a deep breath out through her nose, looking over his frame, noting his moody magenta stare. "Sorry," she simply said.

"Don't be."

He wasn't as peeved with this mare as he was the magician, but refused to look directly into either of their eyes. Then it got quiet, as quiet as it could get with each squeak of those wheels, each crunch of potato chips. "Seems like you could have just fixed that wheel yourself."

That caught her attention with a raised brow. "I guess, yeah. But I don't mind the extra company. We were both heading to Vanhoover and you needed to get off your feet, right?"

He shrugged his shoulders, staring up at the ceiling, weary of a frying pan dangling above him. "So you needed me as an excuse to not talk to her."

"I wouldn't say that," she hesitantly giggled, but obviously knew how much of a hoof-ful Trixie was. "We have a rather...special relationship."

"Uh huh..."

"Sure, she has her moments and gets easily riled up and narrow-sighted, and tends to snore at night, and..." sensing how she was beginning to drone on, she halted. "Well, the point is that I see the good in her. And we're a good duo, especially on the stage, so...there's that." She stole a chip from the bag with a grin, but the griffon didn't mind. Their snacks, after all.

"Cool."

"Mhm..." and she gave a pregnant pause in case he had any more sarcastic one word responses. Quiet, once more. The body of the wagon creaked, desperate for repair. "Got any family?"

"Sure," came another one word response. He wasn't so much annoyed as he was bored now knowing that this small talk and chatter wasn't going away soon.

"Good, good. Runaway?"

"Nope."

"Visiting a friend?"

He shook his head, "Mm-mm."

"Sight-seeing?"

"Mm-mm."

She gave up and fell into awkward silence again. So, did Gunter actually hate these ponies? Well, there was no getting rid of either right now, and Starlight was more genuine than her "special friend" in the front. Plus, he didn't plan on seeing them ever again.

"My sister invited me..."

Her interest piqued again, "Really? Does she live in Vanhoover?"

Shit. Now it was turning into an actual conversation, but it didn't feel as threatening or irritating like it usually did. "No, just visiting friends."

"Ahh," she nodded and said. "She must be missing you then."

"Not really..." Gunter closed his eyes, shoving the rest of the bag into her lap, licking some salt along his beak.

"Ohhh, I get it. Maybe you miss her, and she knows it. That's so sweet," and she giggled on in appreciation now that he was actually showing some personality. "I never had any siblings myself. Only child."

As much as Gunter hated to admit it, this conversation wasn't the worst thing in the world. He still had trouble looking her directly in the eye, especially when she asked if he had any lovers, but the laugh at his reaction was more in empathy than mockery. That thought crept into his head: Maybe ponies aren't all that bad. But he didn't fully acknowledge it just yet. Just then, the wagon stopped, and the sound of hooves approaching the back entrance followed. "Your turn, Sugarbun."

"Wha-! Don't call me that in front of him," the flustered mare complained to the cackling magician, jumping out and onto her hooves as quickly as she could. And just when things were going so smoothly.

Surprisingly, once Trixie took Starlight's spot looking over the griffon, she dropped her boastful persona, if only to indulge in the rest of those potato chips. It was a large bag after all, and neither he nor Starlight made that much of a dent so far. Trixie however crunched and scarfed like she was dying of hunger. "Can you not...?" Gunter scoffed.

"Oh, sorry," and she slowed her pace...somewhat. "Now, the Great and Powerful Trixie would never stoop so low as to eavesdrop, but is it correct that you're on a quest to see your sister? She wouldn't happen to be Giselle, would she?"

He raised an eyebrow at that. "Lucky guess. How'd you figure that one out?"

And she gave the obvious answer: "They say she has a twin brother. Same coat and colors, only the eyes are different." Which she then peered into his again, hoof prodding against the top of his head. "If I can be honest, they're probably the most attractive quality she has. How they would shimmer and sparkle when I saw her at the Equestria Games~"

Was she really using him as a proxy to hit on his sister just now? But he tried not to let that weird comment phase him. "Uh huh. I'll tell her you said that." And it wasn't like his sister would run dry of compliments, face-to-face or hushed out of sight. Come to think of it, was she staring right into his eyes now? His gaze met hers but an unamused frown curled on his face. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" She spoke coyly, hoof moving to her chin now.

"Well, I kinda figured you and Starlight were...y'know..."

She raspberried into a giggle, shooing an arm at his accusation. "Well, yes, we do occasionally share a bed, and we both have super secret nicknames for each other. That doesn't mean I only like mares, though. Starlight is just...well..." All the grace she tried to carry couldn't handle her next few words apparently.

"Special, yeah. I get it."

"That she is!" Once he caught on, she patted him along his shoulder as if congratulating him for connecting the dots. "But, Trixie is the kind of pony that has no real preference for mares or stallions, let's just say. Trixie does wonder if Starlight feels the same way, especially with that Sunburst fellow..." She scoffed with a hint of jealousy. "What she might see in that weirdo bookworm is anypony's guess."

She'd continue to rant and converse, mainly to herself, and the poor griffon could only sit by and hear every detail and opinion being spewed to him. It was almost enough to make him want to jump out of the wagon and hoof it, twisted ankle or not. And each time it felt like she was throwing some sort of flirt or compliment his way or at his sister, he had to stop from blushing or cringing. But, salvation came soon enough with Starlight making herself known: "Hey, I'm tired. Think we should call it a night?"

Trixie blinked and nodded innocently, but then had to bring up their next issue: "So, where is Gunter going to sleep?"

"Well, we can't throw him outside, so he might be sleeping on the floor..." proposed Glimmer, and her eyes searched for a cot or blanket, anything to offer any more comfort to the injured guest.

---

It was a lot more peaceful once the two showponies prepared for sleep and tucked themselves into their respective bunk hammocks. Gunter was stuck with the floor, but cushioned with a cot and set of blankets, plus a small pillow like the one for his ankle. Though, he was limited to certain positions given his injury. Those soft noises from the forest around them kept him at bay: crickets chirping, a gentle wind blowing against tree branches, frogs croaking. If anything put the griffon at ease, it was the natural world at peace.

And with peace came reflection and meditation, of course. It got him thinking about his sister again, as if he didn't think about her often enough. This time, it wasn't just about her infectious personality or amazing physical feats, but the way she would talk to and treat other races. He didn't really understand it at first; griffon culture was more or less about caring about oneself, almost to the point of selfishness, even amongst other griffons. Things remained pretty stagnant until that Summer Sun Celebration not too long ago. Some Alicorn Moon Princess returned and briefly forced the whole world into eternal darkness, and brought with it the start of a shake-up in pony culture. It's hard to ignore cataclysmic events, but it brings piqued interest in younger griffons, even in secret. As much as griffons hated to admit it, pony culture has its way of outstretching into other races' as well, even the grumpy isolated griffons. And they normally unite and rally against griffons that compete in the Equestrian Games if only out of pride, but Giselle saw differently. This newer generation saw griffons actually making friendships with ponies and such, whether because of Princess Luna's return or since then. It didn't sit well with older grumps and gruffs, so the pony-friendly youngsters either moved away from the toxicity, downplayed their interest, or gave up and became like their elders. It made him wonder which category he was in just by proxy of his sister. Hanging out with these ponies all evening, maybe he really was warming up to ponykind like his sister did years ago.

His train of thought derailed just as fast, an odd sound of movement in the hammocks above. A series of hot breaths coming from one in particular, one sleepily open eye focusing on it. There came some whispers as well, and if he just focused his hearing...

"C'mon, Trixie...mmff...do we have to do this tonight?" Starlight mumbled, the source of those hot and shortened breaths.

"Don't worry, he's asleep," Trixie reassured her. It looked like she had climbed down and joined her special pony friend, pleasuring her...somehow. It was hard to make out the exact movement in the dark, but given the glow of the magician's horn and Starlight's reaction, it was obvious what it could be. And really, maybe he looked like he was asleep, but they were being loud enough right now to wake him up anyway. Not wanting to be subjected to unwarranted third-wheeling, the only male in that wagon stood up and made his presence known to the couple.

"Do you two have to be so obvious?" He barked, causing both of them to flail their limbs and squirm around in their shared hammock, however they managed to both fit in there.

"Ack, Trixie! Move!" Her friend tried to shove her off once they were found out, causing the other unicorn to injure every single wagon-mate: a kick to the mare's lower torso upon falling out, then her body slamming against Gunter with a plummet to the floor. There was a moment of silence and recovery before Gunter angrily pushed Trixie off of him and at up, arms crossed.

"Th...The Great and Apologetic Trixie is so very, very, very sorry for rudely waking her new griffon friend-" She spoke with a kneeling plea, but was cut off when Gunter took his pillow and pelted it at the unicorn. "Gah, hey!" she responded to the thrown smack to her body.

"Jeez, ponies say griffons are rude, and yet here you two are showing off how homosexual ya both are," Gunter made his complaints known, going back to his original hatred, hobbling on his ankle with a pillow and blanket tucked under an arm. "You know what? Go ahead! I'll be sleeping outside where I won't be rudely disturbed!" And before the could respond, he'd stumble onto the ground and tumble, cursing fate along the way, "Ow, fuck! Shit! Gahh!"

Starlight came to his aid, hoofing it and standing beside his fallen body. "Are you okay? Can you stand? Try not to-"

"Suck my dick," He spat back at her, showing off his potty mouth as he grunted and rolled upward onto his flanks.

Somehow, that forced a blush of confusion onto her face. "Uh...come again?" And that only made Gunter angrier with a repeat of his filthy insult:

"Suck. My. Dick."

Both Starlight and Trixie were frozen, and it wasn't until the griffon hobbled into a quadruped stance until the pink mare had a response, "Wait...was that an offer or...?"

Now Gunter was stumped. "You serious?"

"Uh...well, are you?"

Some colloquialisms failed to translate, but it would take a minute for Gunter to realize that after running the phrase through his head a few more times. But then came the realization that she honestly might've heard a sexually forward move from an angry creature. "N-No, no! Ugh! Really? You think I'm that kind of guy?" He turned around to get a better look at her confused expression, which his demeanor would slowly match now that they were in such an awkward situation. "I meant, 'get away from me'."

"But you told me to suck you off? I'm not sure I follow..." she innocently remarked, hoof quizzically under her chin. More awkward tension.

Trixie broke another minute of silence, "Trixie has heard of the healing powers of sex, actually!"

"Trixie!" yelled the both of them, either out of surprise that she'd joke at a time like this or if she was that eager or sincere about sexual healing properties.

"Whaaat? You can't just say 'suck my dick' in front of two lovely mares like us and not mean it~" Trixie teased, strutting her way up. "Perhaps the awkwardness of this situation brought out your insecurities as well."

"Me being a virgin doesn't-" Gunter cut off such a tell, but couldn't follow it up with anything aside from vocal fry. "Uhhh...." Everything about tonight was just getting worse and worse, enough for that vocal fry to turn into a confused scream, "uhhh-Ahhh!! Fuck off!"

But as he turned around once more, Starlight used her magic to grab at the end of his tail, preventing him from going out of sight. "Stop! Look..." a sigh escaped her before she continued her own plea. "We're sorry you were woken up. It was our fault because somepony," she leered at Trixie, "felt like being a little frisky tonight. If anything, she deserves to sleep outside."

"Hey!" whined Trixie, before Starlight's magic pinched her lips shut. "Mmmnn!"

"Shut it," threatened the other unicorn, before returning to her apology. "It's a lot safer in the wagon, so...even if you want us to do that kinda stuff to you or not, it'd be better if you joined us inside the wagon tonight. I'm...not going to force you. Just think about it." And with that, she turned to leave him and pushed her marefriend back into the wagon, possibly to give her an earful. That's what Gunter would do, at least. Come to think of it, did he feel anything sexually towards either of them? If anything, Trixie was the one instigating any kind of sexual maneuvers. The way her hoof would rub against his cheek and her fuchsia eyes gazed into his, and that teasing remark just before. It could be that she was naturally flirty, but with a griffon? Of all creatures, the grumpiest? And what would be more embarrassing, turning down an offer for sex, or sleeping with a pony? Griffons had insults for either; then again, they had insults for anything. No, he wasn't insecure! Not that he would admit, anyway. It was probably more important what his sister thought of him since she was the one he trusted and loved the most. So...would she even sympathize with him cursing out ponies like that? It was all so confusing, frustrating, and worse yet...turning him on. Not his sister, the ponies he just barked at. Obviously.

One peak down between his legs showed a peaking cock from his sheath, which only made things worse mentally. But then, he had to go back in there; unfortunately, Starlight was right that it was better in the wagon than outside, but squeezing at his thighs or claws wasn't working tonight. He tried, okay? What was he going to do once he entered the wagon again, though? One way to find out...

Hobbling back inside with his blanket and pillow, he made his request known to the ponies: "Okay, I'll stay tonight. But, on one condition..."

---

Legs spread, a pillow still resting under the twisted ankle, Gunter was now laying back along his cot and showing off a surprisingly hard griffon dick to the mares. Tapered at the head with a small point for a tip, a few ribbed rings going down the length, quite the appendage and much different from an equine. "It's not going away by itself. Be quick about it," he demanded, sounding more anxious than dominant. Starlight was blushing red at the sight, a more reluctant gaze than her marefriend Trixie who was more than curious. She did, in fact, bring her face right up to the erection as if she were examining an insect of notable size.

"Never has Trixie seen a specimen quite like this," noted the cyan mare, her hoof gentle as it ran along that griffon length. He didn't think something that clomped and stamped on the ground would have such a dexterous and smooth sensation along his cock, so Gunter's hesitation towards the hoof massage faded once it actually made contact. "The Great and Honest Trixie must pay her compliments. It's...handsomeness matches your face, truly!"

"Why...do you keep talking like that?" he spoke with a heavy breath, a tremble up his spine, and a curl of his toes. "Just say like...'I' or 'me', weirdo."

"Oh? Would you rather the Great and Seductive Trixie refer to herself like any plain mare?" She scoffed, teasing him with a steady and paced stroke of that hoof. "Why would she do that, hm?"

"Yeah...you're not gonna break that habit anytime soon," Starlight concurred and finally crept closer to his crotch. Her hoof was more experimental, rubbing along the other side of his pampered dick. He should be considering himself lucky right now, but he was too nervous to look either of them in the eye. Even as his cock gave a yearning throb and droplet escaping his tip, he didn't want to admit his excitement. "Oh, that's..." whispered Starlight once more, followed by a dabbing sample with her tongue. That forced a gasp from the now quivering avian, the first time any creature had teased him like that.

"Ooooh, Starlight. He really is a virgin," the creepily eager pony squeaked, then brushed her tongue along her side of the griffon dick that they shared those teasing touches. "Hehe, I want to hear that noise again~"

"Shut up," grumbled the sexually ignited avian, eyes staring them both down, a gulp in his throat as they traded laps with their tongues on his cock. "I didn't expect you two to take this long, just...get it over with," he pleaded. If anything, it was his repressed sexual desires fighting with his pride. He didn't want anything moronic like attachment or feelings with these ponies; just something to get rid of his boner. It's anyone's guess how a grumpy griffon convinces another to have kids given the older generation's attitude. And how a griffon finds himself accidentally escalating a confrontation like this into oral stimulation was anyone's guess.

"Hmph, not a fan of foreplay..." scoffed Trixie, to which Starlight corrected her, "I mean, he did want us to suck his dick, not just lick it~" They both traded nods, telepathically deciding the bluer unicorn would be the first to indulge and wrap her mouth around that tapering head, nursing it gently. Gunter couldn't help but react, toes curling once more, clenching his beak to hide those genuine moans and huffs of pleasure. It only got worse when she started using her tongue, circling around his cock with each suck.

"It's okay, Gunter. You're not gonna get any noise complaints around here," Starlight assured the griffon, seeing how hard he was clamping his beak shut. It took a few seconds, but he unclenched and let his desires finally speak for themselves:

"Ahh, fuck....mmm...~"

"Hear that, Trixie?" The unicorn asked her friend, to which she nodded and muffled something enthusiastically. Hard to talk with a dick in your mouth. Speaking of, she pushed a few more inches down, starting to bob along at a steady pace. Poor Gunter hadn't prepared for this at all, still murmuring and panting hot breaths, clawhands digging at the wooden floorboard. Then again, who actually prepares for their first time, let alone with complete strangers of a different race? It was such a warm sensation, with all that stress and anxiety he had inside of him promptly moving its way towards his crotch. He felt that magical tingling grab at his wrist now and bring it over to the top of Trixie's head. "C'mon, you're enjoying this, right?"

"Yeah, ohh...I am..." words shyly came out between his sharper breaths and quivers. With a grip now on that sucking mare's head, he pulled himself up to rest along his elbow. "I just don't know what to say..."

"Well, are you getting close?" Starlight inquired. 'Close to what?' was the immediate thought that came to Gunter's head, but figured out what that meant soon enough. Trixie showed off more of her oral skill and sped up with that tapered tip nearing the back of her throat, making that continued build-up even more urgent.

"Oh! I...I'm getting there...I think..." he replied with his hips starting to pace themselves and match the mare's suction with mating thrusts. If this was what he was missing, then no wonder griffons thought being a virgin was such a weak sin. That wet envelope of his cock, the curling and slick tongue against his length, a drive to get him off and possibly get a salty drink as a bonus. If only he had known how to ask a pretty griffon out. But, for now...

"Shit, it's...it's coming...ahh~" he groaned out with a series of finishing bucks against her lips, and with it a wave of cum firing into her throat. Inadvertently, he was face-fucking the poor unicorn and gagging her during the climax with her whines and throatal noises muffled on his throbbing, stiff hose. Her hoof tapped against his wrist, helping him realize what he was doing, so he loosened his grip and gave her room to breathe. It came at a cost, his jizz now spraying out into the open as Trixie coughed and caught her breath once more with his mess splattering onto her face and his crotch. After some heavy breaths of his own and recollection, the avian profusely apologized. "Sorry, sorry...! I wasn't sure what got ahold of me..." A rare sight to see, and probably the most kindness he had shown that night.

"Oh please...you knew what you were doing, hot-shot," Trixie giggled while cleaning off her face with a hoof and her tongue. "Mmm, besides...griffons don't apologize, right? They take what they want and don't care what anypony else thinks~"

She had a point. So he halted his next apology and tried to "man up": "How'd you like it? T-Taste good, you little bitch?" It was a start.

"Oooooh, now we're talking," devilish giggled Trixie along with Starlight.

That was an odd feeling. Using those foul words not to insult or belittle, but to assert himself and communicate his innermost desires. He wasn't sure if it was a normal thing for griffon guys to do, and not just because he was a virgin until just recently. This whole wagon had turned into a safe space, minus waking up to lesbian intrusion, so...perhaps it was time for Gunter to let a few more things off of his chest: "Come to think of it, I guess I do have a thing for ponies. Something about them makes me feel, y'know...a certain way," he spoke with a glance along both of their bodies. "Never really had the chance to fool around with one, until now. Not that any of you could've guessed."

The mares nodded in concurrence. "Does that mean you want to keep going?" Trixie encouraged this lustful discovery, lavender eyes as seductive as they ever could be. Starlight then followed with a coy little smile and said, "I wouldn't mind a round two, either. But, only if you wanted to~"

"Well, how could I say no to that? I haven't even touched any of your pussies!" Whether he was being more lewd and loud to put on some kind of sexual persona, or expressing his actual repressed thoughts, it didn't matter that much since it got him a boost of confidence and some mature delights. "So, go on then. Gimme a peek."

"Oh, you mean...like this?"

As if trained, Starlight and Trixie shared a much more coy and delighted giggle, grinning his way with a step away from their griffon partner and a lift of their tails. Their upper bodies lowered to the floor as if they were doing yoga, and with it came two very inviting holes. Gunter's jaw was on the floor, gawking at the pair of glistening and winking equine slits, awe-struck and silent until Trixie broke the ambience. "Well? What do you think?" She even wiggled her hips, such a tease.

"I...holy..." The avian had to compose himself, but then cleared his throat and sat up for a closer view. "I mean, damn. How'd I end up with such slutty ponies? I bet you two couldn't wait for a horny fuck like me!" He gave uproarious approval, his claw hands groping along either backcheek. Knowing they might be sharp, he was cautious massaging each ass-cheek. And of course, both the magician and her cohort loved the attention given how riled up they had gotten. "I don't even know where to begin..."

"Flip a coin?" joked Starlight, giving out longing moans along with a swivel of her hips. She must've been the needier one considering what Trixie was doing to her before he decided to intervene.

"Naw," he simply replied, pulling one lip with a thumb, showing off that pink unicorn's hot inner hole and forcing a gasp from her. "I'm gonna try something that I read somewhere." And without a drop of confidence, one clawfinger circled around Trixie's labia, getting it sauced with her dripping desire before plunging right in. She liked that, trembling and uttering such a quivering squeak. How cute! He wanted more. In and out, his finger would thrust, feeling the pull of her begging body each time it teased a retreat. The term "under his thumb" came to mind, even though his thumb was actually rubbing off Starlight. "That was step one. So far so good..." He husked to himself, then ducked his head down for a close-up. "Step two..." His tongue extended, finally tasting that dripping nectar.

Starlight gave a stir and a jump. "Gyah~" That sweet noise fueled his ego, giving that mare plenty of lashes with his tongue. Trixie, meanwhile, was having no shortage of digging thrusts, her hips starting to push back and take in as much of his digit as she could. It wasn't a hard yank, but her desperate little cunt was really milking at him. "I...thought you were a virgin, Gunter...ohhh!" whined Starlight, but she clearly wasn't complaining.

He paused to reply, sharp with his words now. "I was," then went back to slurping at her pussy. His beak clamped against her crotch without a bite, feeling that needy tug at the top of his tongue once it wormed its way inside of her. Even if he'd be ridiculed by his peers in Griffonstone for fooling around with ponies instead of griffons, having both his index finger and tongue deep inside their snatches was nothing to scoff at in his mind. He even felt that limp cock begin to swell once more, his body sensing the need to release into a warm hole. But, he wasn't quite done yet. His head snapped back, a lick of his beak. "Mmm, step three!" he called out.

Ripping out that wet finger, he dove his head down and shoved that tongue deep inside of Trixie's wet tunnel, shoving his opposite finger into Starlight just as he did Trixie. They practically harmonized their moans, a mix of shock and lust. They were just as eager as he was, gasping and panting from being licked out and finger-fucked. "Oh Celestia...I...Trixie wants more! Please, eat her pussy!" she almost slipped into proper first-person. It was a sign; he was doing something right! The night was going to be filled with such cries of pleasure, and by this point the griffon was rock hard again, even dribbling out some pre of his own. Time for step four.

Finger out, tongue curled back in, sitting back once more with a rod as longing as their pussies. Gunter gave a devilish chuckle, "Ahh, that's good. I thought it'd taste more like candy, but...I'll settle. Now, only one question remains: who's getting plowed?"

"You...really expect us to choose for you?" Trixie gave a grumpy, needy retort.

"No, Ms. Trixie," he found an excuse to reference the one action novel he had read. "I expect you to beg." Such demand in his voice, masculine, almost guttural. The ponies caught their breath before Starlight beat her friend to the punch:

"Gimme your cock. Oh, please...fuck me, Gunter!"

Trixie complained, breaking her persona, "F-Fuck! I want it more! I haven't been fucked in ages!"

"Now, now. Compose yourselves," He teased, giving both their behinds a spank, a shared yelp between the two ponies. "It's actually pretty obvious. Starlight should go first."

"Oh, why?" shot back Trixie, but he punished her with another smack. "Yihhh!"

"Don't be greedy, bitch!" barked the avian, grabbing her friend's hips and easing them up to his lap. He would try to mount her, but his ankle prevented him from doing so. Cursed thing, it brought him to getting laid, but at the cost of his mobility. Rolling forward or backward was tricky enough. "You already got a mouthful earlier."

"He has a point," the assistant showmare giggled, turning around to face her partner with a spread of her hindlegs. "And as much as I love the untamed beast act, you do still have a twisted ankle. I don't want you hurting yourself, okay?"

All he could do is roll his eyes, but ultimately nod and agree with her while his cock aligned with her damp slit. What a big moment this was, actually. No longer would he be untouched, dry, solely used for solo affairs as long as he had these sluts around. Despite the cold shoulders and bitter words, they gave him a chance, and then a prize for finally opening up and playing along with them. "Mmm, I'm ready. Take it all in..." he murmured with a stroke of his clawhand to her streaked mane.

The mare shared a deep gaze with him. Not so much one of romance, but pure lust. She had her heart taken long ago, after all, and her need to buck couldn't replace that. "As you wish..." she whispered, grabbing hold of his torso with her hooves, wiggling her hips and smearing his leaking tip on her way downward. The warm envelope was like nothing he could have imagined, and the unique natural shape of his erection stimulated the inside of her body as she descended, stopping at what felt like a halfway point. "Oh...ummff, Gunter~" cooed the entranced pony.

"Starlight..." the griffon struggled out, losing some of his edge now with her tight yet wet embrace. He let his mind melt from the pleasure, but he'd soon snap out of it and pat a hand along her rump. "Go deeper...I know you ponies can handle it," came his instruction, figuring she'd do most of the riding given his injury.

"Mmm, okay...lemme just..." she almost forgot she was on top, meaning she had to do most of the gyrating. Pulling back along that cock, up to the tip, she then sank back down with an added inch plunging into her body, working a steady and slow rhythm for her avian partner. "Ahh, how's this...Gunter?"

"That's it...oh, take it..." He even felt himself relax with his back flattening against the floor, a sigh escaping him between his heightened breaths. He'd eventually find her rhythm after prodding and sinking deeper with his own thrusts, but it still wasn't enough. They both knew his rod would be balls deep; it was just a matter of when. And on the sidelines, Trixie was eying them both with envy she wouldn't admit to, still slick and eager from their foreplay. Gunter was aware of it, but he needed to be in just the right position first. That was the next step, after all. "Hey, Trixie," he called out to her, seeing the shade of envy change into something more hopeful. "Sit on my face."

Beak opened and tongue sticking out on display, the blue unicorn took his offer and hurried over to meet his demand, but let him gaze upward at that snatch with a wiggle. "Hmmm, as you wish!" she giggled, then lowered that hole right on target, tongue once against lashing along her inner pink. "Oh!" She squeaked once more in delight. "Someone's...ahh, thirsty for Trixie~" And while the griffon ruminated on a sharp reply, he ultimately couldn't with his beak clasped around her crotch. The only thing that escaped were muffled grunts and groans now that he was pulling double duty eating out one mare while fucking the other. Not the worst position to be in, to be honest. While he couldn't see it directly anymore, his dick definitely felt Starlight's slit slipping all the way down to the base of his crotch, an uproar and crescendo upon her spearing.

"Oooooh, fuck yeah!"

Something about that girth and shape was hitting her pleasure nodes differently, and Gunter could tell from her now more impactful motions. Her steady pace kept her slaved to that sensation, chasing it while moaning and writhing along the way. "What a stud..." commented Trixie, grinding against his face. "If only you had two...!" Then again, he didn't need more than one right now; his tongue was doing wonders for her now that it was drilling in deep once more. Twirling, twisting, squirming. His eyes closed, entranced himself, gripping a clawhand along Starlight's rear and gripping Trixie along the hips with the other. His only complaint was that he couldn't keep up the dirty talk, but his mare friends had that covered for him:

"Trixie...hasn't been eaten out this well since...since Starlight did it...!"

"Ahh, are you...implying...that he's better than me?" her friend begged to question.

"Hmmm...mmm! He's pretty close...actually!" Nice save.

"And yet...he was a virgin before we met."

"Trixie is...having trouble believing that."

They really didn't have to butter him up like that, and it was all just guesswork. But that didn't matter right now. All he had to do was make them cum and fill their bellies, one way or another, giving them an excuse to let loose and get plowed. That clasped beak began sucking against her folds; something he heard as an anonymous tip was to stimulate that bump. Since his tongue was busy worming inside that greedy and dripping tunnel, the suction of his upper mouth had to make due. And sure enough, she loved it. "Ahh, Gunter! Keep doing that. M-Make me cum...!" As if he had another option. Hips smacking, wet slaps echoing into the air, the sounds of his glutenous slurping and tunneling, and their harmonious moans. Paradise to his ear holes, and his ego. But, the end was nearing.

"Mmm, mmm!" He muffled his warning, smacking Starlight on the butt a few times, as if that was proper physical language to indicate orgasm. It only got him some voice cracks and squeaks, however. Not bad, but not accomplished. "Mmhmmm...!"

"Speak up, darling...!" teased Trixie, thighs clamping around the sides of his head upon her approaching climax. "Are you gonna cum?"

"Mhm...mhm!" He tried to reply.

"Then don't hold back..."

As if that was an option. Again, both Gunter and Starlight were in utter delirium, still slapping against each other and causing creaks in the floorboard, right into the griffon's release. His clawfingers dug against her skin, bucking hard and fast with each pump of hot griffon spunk. His body tensed up, tongue and mouth going numb against the blue unicorn's snatch. Expecting a torrent akin to his own hot and sticky orgasm. A reward for filling her mare friend's belly, Trixie cried out in lust, going falsetto, splashing out an opaque release from deep inside her loins. Melodious, elongated. All three of them had nearly escaped the living plane before returning back to Equestria. Starlight slumped and sat herself down, still speared against the throbbing and spent length. Trixie gave out heavy breaths, still straddling the griffon's mouth. And Gunter...the poor fellow was losing consciousness. His breathing had been caught up, but it slowed and slowed while his vision grew blurry. "Mmmhhaaaa...fuggh yea..." were the last words from his mouth as Trixie released herself from his beak before he drifted away. Fucked right into slumber.

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No one griffon decides to join a traveling wagon on their own free will, but Gunter was no ordinary griffon. He had explored emotions and shared experiences that a rare few of his species could relate or even emulate. The caravan went smoothly from then on, all the way to downtown Vanhoover. The tall buildings were nothing like Griffonstone's humble huts and villages, with carriages and busy ponies zipping around like clockwork. It was intimidating, to say the least; how could anyone but a pony adjust to this kind of place? But, Gunter was only going to stay for a few nights, and he could just do whatever his sister would do. She would understand.

With Trixie's wagon parked in an alleyway, the backdoor swung open and out trotted the lucky griffon, ankle wrapped with care, cushion, and bandage, with two mares waving him goodbye. "Can't wait to see you again! Please write to us!" Starlight called out to him, followed by Trixie, "And tell everypony about the Great and Powerful Trixie's Wondrous Magic Show!"

"I will, thanks! See ya!" Gunter called back to his...friends? They had to be friends at this point, at the very least fuck-buddies. Friends can fuck, of course. It wasn't hard to find the directions to his sister from there. She was staying in a hotel, one of the swankiest ones in Vanhoover: The Pacific Rim. Right by the bay, nautical in style and architecture, perfect for aristocrats and tourists alike. The bewildered brother made haste to the front desk where a uniformed stallion greeted him. "Welcome to the Pacific Rim! Do you have a reservation?" He spoke like the griffon had an intentional hole in his coin purse. Was it just an act to make their guests feel more regal than they were?

"Um, not exactly," The atmosphere was making him a bit anxious. His sister could afford all this? The luxury boat-themed interior, lavish with velvet red, mahogany, and sleek gold. "I'm meeting my sister, Giselle. She's in room C63..634," he double-checked the letter his sister sent to him.

"Of course, the star athlete herself. That would make you Gunter, correct?"

"...Yeah? How did you know that?" He spoke in slow, genuine confusion.

"She told us of your arrival. Head down that hall and take the elevators to the sixth floor. She'll be waiting for you in her room," replied the receptionist.

"Thanks," and with a dash, the avian followed those instructions. The elevator was a bit daunting, but he pushed the right buttons and arrived at the correct floor, and the ascent didn't even make him motion sick! The order of the rooms was hardly a maze, and 634 faced him as the elevator doors closed behind him. Knock three times, wait patiently, the door opens. "Giselle!"

"Gunter!" His sister cawed in delight, accepting his tackle-hug. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you here!"

"I know, I'm sorry I'm late..." and he emphasized his longing with a loving squeeze, shared with the other griffon. The door was left open while they hugged and rubbed at each other's coats, and Gunter was the first to release his grip. "My train ended up breaking down, so I had to hitch a ride here."

"I heard about that in the paper," his sister replied, leading him to the well-lit room, twin queen-sized beds, a floor-to-ceiling screen door leading to a balcony. "You can have the other bed for now. Go on, take a load off," she invited, but he leapt right onto that soft bed before she could finish her sentence, as if he were programmed to bounce and roll around on it. "Oh...hehe, I think you're gonna like it here."

"What can I say? Nothing like this in Griffonstone..." he was noticeably chipper too, but probably from being around his only sister. "And since I can share it with you, that only makes it that much better!"

"Aww, Gunter..." she felt touched, so much so that she'd climb up and wrap her arms around him once more, cuddling with him like they were kids again. Perhaps being around ponies and other races made her that much more emotional and expressive, but the two of them already having a close bond helped, too. "You seem kinda different today. A lot happier, too."

"Well uh...just happy to see you is all..." came his sheepish reply.

But she wasn't satisfied with that. "I know but...hmm, something I can't quite put my finger on. Did you...make a friend or something?"

That put blush right on his cheeks, and he defended himself with a nervous chuckle. "Well, maybe...kinda...long story."

"Oooooh, was it a pretty girl?" she dug right into him for more.

He hesitated, staring at her while he gathered his words, but soon enough he'd grin and finally speak again. "Two, actually. Long story..." But he spilled the beans anyway, going into embarrassing detail. The hurt ankle, the drama, the fights, the sex...maybe the sex was a bit much, but who else was around to brag about such escapades? While Giselle grew plenty of blush herself, she was more than thrilled to see her brother blossoming like she did, running into random strangers, having happenstance experiences, a bit of romance and romp. Her grin shone how proud she was of him, and he couldn't help but grin right back.

"Wow...sorry about your ankle, but it seems like you had lots of fun anyway! We could probably walk around town if you want. I know the perfect spot for my little social butterfly," suggested his sister, rubbing along her chin.

"I wouldn't go that far.." He laughed, "I mean I am still recovering." There was another pause, eyes moving away from his ankle. "But yeah, I'm down."

And never had he felt more blessed.