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Her four-fingered talon wrapped around my barbed, knotted cock, squeezing gently and making me moan. A smile played at the sides of her beak, and she said, "God, I wish I could ride you all night, Syrak." She bit her lip, her hand trailing down to cup my taut, white-furred balls.

It wouldn't be the first time, I thought, eagerly. Her name was Kreea, and she was my gorgeous, hippogryph girlfriend. Her bright, yellow beak was framed by golden feathers that positively sparked in the sun, her dainty talons quite...adroit. Half-way down her body, the feathers receded into down into fur, revealing a tantalizing and delicious equine rump, beautiful brown with black stripes along her haunches.

Delicious in more ways than one! I'm a gryphon, primarily different in that my lower half is a white-furred lion, not a horse. A thousand years ago, my kind would have eaten Kreea for breakfast. Though civilization had come to the magical creatures of the feylands, that historical enmity still rages on. Kreea was, thankfully, more open-minded than her parents.

Still, I wasn't going to get any tonight. It was that time of the year, again, spring, when most of the females in the feylands went into season. Before the colossal cities were built, before mundane jobs had to be performed, back when living was comprised of "eating, sleeping, and breeding", spring was surely a glorious time of year. All the shy, virgin females came out of their shells and weeks of fun were had by all, and if a lot of cubs appeared some months later...so be it.

Not anymore! Females had jobs and responsibilities, lives to plan around. Eating sentient creatures was strictly forbidden, so almost all cubs, foals, or babies lived to adulthood now, and ladies couldn't keep their career if every breeding season they added another 5 or 6 kids to their family! Now, spring was the season of torture for males...inundated by the pleasant smells of fertile females, but unable to find a mate willing to suffer the consequences of a rough, feral breeding.

Still, my girlfriend had an open mind. Maybe I couldn't grab her by the round, fleshy haunches and hump her in a mindless, procreative daze, but at least she could satisfy some of my urges. I quivered as she ran a single talon up the length of my glistening shaft, squawking as I strainged at my bonds. You see, I was tied on my back in a bed of pillows. The strong cords pinned my feathered arms to my body, my shoulders locked down against the floor. Each of my leonine hind legs was tied loosely at the ankle to two studs in the wall - I was completely at her mercy, and it's exactly where I wanted to be. Even my large, black beak was locked a little more than half-way open by two metal hinges. I could open my mouth wider, but not close it, which prevented me from saying more than "squawk".

A pony neighed, mincing nervously against his chain.

Did I mention that Kreea was open-minded? I mean really, very open-minded. She'd gagged my mouth open, not shut, for one very good reason. She'd brought me a meal! Now, not every gryphon got off on devouring live prey, but I wasn't every gryphon, and Kreea knew this. It's not like hippogryphs are that different! Their beaks are made for tearing at meat, too. What was unusual, though, is that Kreea was going to slowly watch me swallow a pony alive. I'd always appreciated horse-flesh, like all gryphons. It's what our species evolved on! But for the same reason, the half-equine hippogryphs usually felt squeamish when a predator was eating something so close to them (and I won't deny that Kreea's muscular, striped horse rump isn't part of what draws me to her).

"Are you ready for dinner?" she cooed, knowing I couldn't respond. My bulging cock stood upright like a flag-pole in her clutches, speckled with a regular pattern of fleshy lumps that would flare into pointed barbs when the time came. All I could do was whimper, my arms pinned at my sides. She'd tied me down just tightly enough that my large, black talons could almost reach my dick. I dug my claws into my inner thighs, trembling with anticipation.

"Mmm." Kreea turned around, swishing her tail tantalizingly back and forth as she walked over to the tied, terrified pony. Looking over her shoulder, she said, "Look at him. Nice, strong shoulders, wide barrel, and his hindquarters! Look at that fat, muscular rump..." She knew as well as I did that my eyes were glued to her own ass, catching glimpses of her black teardrop as she swished her tail back and forth. I wanted to fuck her full of cubs, or swallow her whole, as I strained against the straps. But I'd settle for third best: swallowing the pony while Kreea jacked me off.

"Mom?"

...

...

Together, our four eyes shot to the now open bedroom door. Great...one of the kids, I groaned, face flushing in embarrassment. There I lay, strapped to the ground, my cock bulging up in the air.

"What are you doing with Syrak, Mom?" Adran asked, confused.

Kreea was quick, thank the gods. Letting her tail fall modestly down her rump, she trotted over to me, taking a seat right in front of my cock, to block Adran's view. Her feathers were still sticking out everywhere in shock, but she was calm as she said, "My boyfriend and I were just playing a game. You're supposed to be in bed, mister."

Kids... When Kreea had been in secondary fey school, her spring-time heat had hit her hard and she'd given in to one of her hippogryph classmates, much to the shame of her parents. How was she going to go to college with a couple of kids in tow? Adran and his twin sister Matra were Kreea's biggest regret. The young hippogryph had always dreamed of becoming a lawyer, but now she worked at a daycare center, watching after the little ones whose parents were wise enough to wait until after college to bear foals.

Still, I knew that she loved her kids very much. Law school was out of the picture - her new goal was making sure her own kids didn't end up like her. Kreea was four when she'd made her high school mistake, now, two years had passed and her foals were in elementary school.

"I had a bad dream." The young, male hippogryph's bright yellow eyes met mine, and he cocked his head. "Why is his mouth open?"

"Never mind that. Come, I'll take you back to your room and make sure you're safe, okay?"

"Were you gunna have sex?" Adran said, with an innocent pause that made clear the word was still unfamiliar.

"Now, where did you hear a word like that?" Kreea said softly, a nervous twitch to her speech.

"Everyone at school's talkin' about it. 'Specially the girls. Somethin' about the spring? Some of them smell funny, and one of them asked if I wanted to have sex with her. What's sex?" The golden feathered two-year-old looked at a loss to explain any of this.

"Son, we need to talk." Kreea glanced meaningfully at me, her eyes a question as she said, "Now."

Gods damn everything to... My cock was ready to burst, and I hadn't eaten anything for days to prepare for the 'gift horse'. Sighing, I nodded my head. It would take almost ten minutes to undo all the straps that held me in place. She was going to leave me just like this, but at least she wouldn't be gone all night.

She cooed pleasantly at my response, and she walked toward Adran, careful to block the lad's view of my rigid cock. She led him out of the bedroom, even as he was saying, "She wanted to go with me to the janitor's closet..."

"This might...take a while," Kreea replied, but I knew she was talking to me more than Adran.

Gods fucking ass cock...

* * * * *

Creeeeeak!

The door slid open. Thank the gods, she's back! Actually, I'd only been lying there alone, strapped to the ground for about ten minutes. Kreea must have decided to talk to Adran in the morning - I knew how curious her kids were. He wasn't likely to take "don't have sex because I say so" for an answer!

I gave Kreea my best, most appreciative squawk, though I couldn't generate much volume with my mouth jammed open as it was. My cock jumped, swelling back after ten minutes of inattention, saluting the hippogryph mare as she trotted into the room.

"Syrak?" her voice squeaked out. Does she have a frog in her throat? I cocked my head, looking over at Kreea, and my heart stopped full in my chest.

It was Matra. Kreea's two-year-old daughter just walked right in, just as her brother had. Only this time, Kreea wasn't around to deal with her! I gave a trill of shock, certain that the white feathers on my face were beet-red, and time seemed to freeze as the grade-schooler looked me over curiously.

Well, time froze for me, anyway. She seemed unaffected, walking forward with the delicate clip-clop of her hooves against the stone until she stopped just five feet away from me. She tilted her yellow head, puzzled as her eyes scanned my entire body, from my splayed hind legs to my locked, black beak. "Why'r'you tied up?" she asked in her high-pitched, child-like voice.

Desperately, I tried to squirm my talons free and cover what I could of my bulging cock, which was over half as big as any of her legs, but all that did was draw her eyes back to my glistening, red organ. "What's that?" she asked, reaching out.

The shock of the moment had made me shrink considerably in my helpless humiliation, but as soon as her soft, taloned fingers touched me, I hardened right up. Gods damn my fucking libido! She stepped back, startled at the sudden jumping and swelling of my dick.

I had to get Kreea back here, fast. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs to give the best bellow I could possibly manage: Blurrrp.

Okay, that wasn't going to work in the least. But it was worse than just that! The deep breath filled my nostrils, and I discovered something far less than stellar - Matra was in season, just like her mother. Her scent was fresher, more nubile, with a distinct, almost fruity flavor, a stark contrast with Kreea's scent. As long as Matra stayed in the room, flicking her tail back and forth, my erection wasn't going anywhere.

Luckily, the young filly seemed frightened, not sure why I was in full bondage gear and sporting a rock-hard penis. She'd bathed with her brother often enough to know some basic anatomy, but she'd never seen the real deal, outside the sheath. Mincing uncertainly, Matra took another step back and gasped, "Oh!"

My food was the cause of her outburst. Neither of us had noticed as the pony snuck up behind Matra, obviously drawn by her wafting scent. Matra had taken a step back right into the pony's snout, smack-dab beneath her tail! She looked over her shoulder, feathers sticking out in every direction, but she calmed down at the sight of the unthreatening equine. She was actually already slightly larger than him. "What'r'you doing here?" She glanced over at me and asked, "Did you get us a pet?"

A pony? Hardly every girl's dream - what good was a pony? At least you could ride a basilisk. Strange gift, or not, the pony had one, quick response for the young girl: a rough, firm lick between the legs. Whatever Matra had been about to say was cut off by another breathless gasp.

Suddenly panting, Matra said, "What...what was...?" before the animal licked again, making the young, clueless girl shudder. All I could do was watch helplessly, unable to make a sound, unable to break free of my ropes. Oh, fucking shit, he thinks she's another pony in heat!

Matra's ignorance of 'the facts of life' was immediately clear. She knew just as little as her brother. Blissfully unaware of the danger she was in, the young hippogryph spread her hind legs for the eager pony, letting him have easy access to her 'winking' vulva. He licked again, to her squeaking, "Gosh...that feels...good!"

Well, at least she's not paying attention to me_, anymore._ The young, golden hippogryph dropped her jaw, giving off short little whimpers as the steady licks kept coming, her striped, horse's rump jostling up and down with each lick. "Oh, pony!" she cried.

From my angle, I could watch the animal's erection growing and growing, but Matra had no idea what she was in store for. If Kreea didn't back soon...I suspected I was going to be in big trouble despite having no control over the situation. He didn't wait even a second after his thick, veiny cock reached its full size. He leapt!

Ker-clunkle!

I whimpered in relief as the pony's mount was cut short, reaching the end of his chain leash. He was pulled back with a very aggravated whinny, landing with a clip clomp on the stone floor. Mantra turned around to face him, and I couldn't help but notice her sopping, heat-swollen tear-drop. It wasn't just saliva dripping down onto the short, brown fur of her rump. "No, don't stop, pony!" she cooed. "Oh, you're tied up."

The equine snorted as Matra walked up to him, reaching for the leather collar around his neck. Just as I was thinking, for sure, that the two-year-old didn't have the motor skills to undo the collar, she brandished her talons and sliced straight through it! Oh, fucking shit on a shingle... Summoning all my strength, I thrashed and struggled against my ropes, trying vainly to open my mouth wide enough to dislodge the ratchet-bar.

It was no use.

Now free, the pony wasted no time trotting around behind Matra. With her looking away, I could see every inch of the animal's slobbery tongue rubbing up against her tight, virgin hole. I knew now that Kreea would be too late, and that I was completely helpless to stop what was about to happen. I watched in horror, my cock twitching. _God, this is hot..._I finally had to admit, as sick and twisted as I must be. It's not like the non-magical animal could knock her up, so this was harmless, right?

This time, there was nothing to stop his mounting. He leapt, his muscular front legs landing heavily on Matra's back. Her feathers bristled in shock, looking over her shoulder and saying, "Hey! Get off..."

He slapped his cock up against his belly, and as it flopped back downward, his unflared tip brushed up against her tender folds. Matra gasped, "Oh..." both a moan and a revelation. The grade-schooler stayed, legs splayed and tail raised as the eager pony began to hump, his floppy head searching and searching, until...

Schlooooooaaaarp! I watched, thrusting my own hips empathetically as the animal found his target, an extended, wet sound heralding the loss of Matra's virginity. I had a great, angled view to watch every inch of his throbbing cock disappearing into her stretched, bulging canal. She'd watched the hole thing, but now she shrieked; but though that sound would normally send any horse running, the pony was very focused on his task. Matra dug her claws into the stone, her body shuddering as the pony hilted himself in a single, forceful thrust.

Is that shriek loud enough to send Kreea running? What would the mother say at what she saw? The door was open, but if Adran's door was closed, she might not hear anything.

Regardless, the pony wasted no time, pulling back from Matra's wide, striped rump before launching himself forward again, pumping and straining against the hippogryph filly. I could see his dangling balls swinging back and forth, slapping against her hind legs. She had no innocent words anymore, lost instead in squawks and trills.

She seemed to be enjoying it, at least. The hormones released during breeding season were powerful, and the pony's eager thrusts had to be more or less what the hippogryph had been designed for. I would have been gentler with a young virgin, but despite her animalistic first mating, the young girl was pushing back as hard as her lover was ramming forward.

Again and again their sweaty bodies parted before colliding again in a wet squelch. She screeched, "Ahhh!" when the pony took a firm grip of her feathered neck in his wide, flat teeth, hammering her even harder. He drilled her like a piston, six, seven, eight times.

And then, it was all over. With the ninth thrust, the pony bugled in triumph, grinding to a halt with every last inch of his cock buried inside the young filly. I watched his heavy orbs pulse, and I rocked my hips, trying desperately to cum. The best I could do was a soft splash of pre-cum. I knew he was flared deep inside of Matra, pumping her full of cum. Matra, however, was still gyrating her rump, moaning. She was still humping when the pony pulled out of her, a large splash of pony-cum splashing onto the stone beneath them.

"No...no! Don't stop!" the hippogryph shrieked, rocking her hips against the air. She turned toward him and cried, "Come back!"

Having filled his filly, the pony's survival instincts returned, and the flashing yellow beak, screeching at him sent the animal whinnying. He fled around the frustrated hippogryph, straight for the open door, and before she could stop him, he was gone, clomping down the hallway. Matra chased - and I was left blessedly alone.

Alone, with a trembling, desperate erection and no one to help. Not to mention my meal had escaped! Whimpering, I thrust impotently into the air, trying to imagine the scene I'd just seen - Kreea's daughter getting fucked, hard, by an animal. I was just getting there when Matra returned; sadly, without my dinner.

Creeeeak. She closed the door behind her and said, sadly, "He jumped off the patio. I'm sorry, Syrak. We'll be able to find him again, won't we?"

She still thought he was some sort of pet! Fat chance of ever seeing that horse again. He was running free in a city full of horse-eating monsters, and if he wasn't eaten, he certainly wasn't coming back to us. I shook my head yes - no reason to dash the young girl's hopes.

"Good," she said, walking up to me. Why can't she ask more questions? I could nod yes or no. She could ask whether she should head back to bed...

Instead, she said, "He...touched me with his penis. Why'd he do that?" Yeah, a nod or shake of my head was really going to help with that one, Matra.

She whimpered. "It felt so good. But he stopped, and I didn't wan' him to." Her eyes fell, and I knew where she'd be looking before she even did. There, betraying me, was my glistening, throbbing cock, even bigger than the pony's.

"Yours is just like his!" she exclaimed. "D'ya wanna put it in me?" she asked, hopefully.

Thank the gods! I shook my head 'no', vigorously. Maybe the horse had been, at best, "no harm, no foul," but I'd read too many stories in the newspaper about young girls getting knocked up before their third season. That was a federal crime on the part of the male! The police would be on our doorstep the minute anyone realized the grade-schooler was pregnant, and when little hippogryphons popped out of her, you can bet I'd be the prime suspect.

"Pleeeeaaase!" she pleaded, starting to climb onto my stomach. She was almost half my size, her talons only reaching up to my wide neck. She straddled me, despite my furious head-shaking, lowering her haunches until her dripping cunny was just a foot from my twitching tip.

I kept shaking my head, but I knew I was okay. My arms were tied down, but I could still reach Matra's wide hips and pull her away from me if the situation called for it.

She lowered her hips even further, her striped rump reaching my trembling cock. This can't be happening! I lay there, paralyzed, as Matra sat down on the tip of my cock, pre-cum smearing across her vulva. I have to stop this!

She repeated her question, and I had to wonder if the young filly knew exactly what she was doing. "D'ya wanna put it in me?"

I shook my head again, but just like before, she didn't seem willing to accept that as an answer. Eyes wide, she whimpered, and sat even further down, her black vulva stretching and making a wet seal around the leaking, tapered tip of my cock. Unbidden, my cock jumped and twitched inside her tight cunny, shooting half a load inside of her. Oh, fuck...

"Do you want me to put it in me?" she asked, trembling.

A thousand thought ran through my head. How had this gotten this far? How could I even consider fucking my girlfriend's two-year-old? But she wanted it! And it's not like she's a virgin anymore. Besides, I couldn't stop her if she really wanted. And god was she hot - who was I to turn down a hot, eager, young filly in heat? It might already be too late - my cum was splattered inside her alongside the pony's, so it's not like a little more pre-cum was going to be a big deal. I'd just get her off, and then pull out!

A second after her desperate question, I wagged my head up and down, frantically affirmative. The sides of Matra's beak curled up in a delighted smile, steadying herself on my chest by grasping my white feathers before she began to lower herself the rest of the way onto my cock.

I gave a muffled squawk as she spread apart for me, inch after inch of my erection disappearing into her cum-soaked vagina, which engulfed me like a tight glove. She didn't hesitate or slow down, lowering her striped rump all the way down until I saw tears in her eyes - I was a lot bigger than my dinner had been! Her smile turned upside-down as she moaned, "Oh, you're so big...Ahh!"

She doesn't know the half of it. I thrust upward, meeting her, until her slippery cunt kissed my bulging knot, easily half again as wide as that pony had been. She stopped there for a moment, allowing herself time to adjust, but I was too horny. I thrust my hips as best I could, but could only slide a couple inches in and out. It took all my willpower not to grab her hips and go to town on that equine ass.

Matra dropped her jaw, her tongue sticking out as she trilled in shock and delight, spread apart so deep and wide. Then, finally, after what seemed like agonizing torture, she began to rock her hips up and down. The intense pressure of her vaginal ring squeezing around my girth slid up and down my entire length, stopping only when she sat back down upon my swollen cock-base. Then she did it again, and again, riding me as I bucked weakly against my restraints. She gasped for air, her whole body trembling as she sped up, moaning.

She wouldn't last much longer, thank the gods, because I sure couldn't either. I knew I was squeezing off little spurts of cream into her fertile pussy with each little hump. Every second I spent inside her sopping rump made the unthinkable that much more likely. What am I doing!? If I knock her up, my life is over! She slurped her vagina down around me, and I felt the sharp, backwards-facing barbs that lined my erection flare out.

Unaware, Matra simply pulled up, hard, stopping halfway to shriek! She was loud enough to have gotten through to Kreea, if Matra hadn't closed the bedroom door. She stopped, half-crouched, half-way up my cock, convulsing at the sudden pain deep inside her sensitive flesh. "Ow! Ow!" she cried, tears falling down her face as she looked at me accusingly.

Kreea loved my barbs. Matra just hadn't expected the sudden jolt. She come to a full stop, her nearing climax all but a forgotten memory, but she was still half-way engorged upon my throbbing cock! I moaned as her tight passage squeezed tentatively around me. If I didn't do something, it was all over. Another tight clenching like that, and I would go off like a water balloon.

She just needed some encouragement! I'd fuck her a little roughly until she came, and then pull her off just in time for my own orgasm. I tell you, this plan made perfect sense to me at the time. Pulling at my arm straps, I grabbed Matra by the striped haunches, and pulled her down, hard.

She squawked in surprise, suddenly losing her position of control in the situation. I held her down my rigid shaft, then pulled her back up, my barbs swollen and digging in. She screeched, digging into the feathers on my chest with her sharp talons, but I didn't care. I slammed her back down, trilling at the pleasant, wet sluuuurp of her cunny engulfing me. She was still whimpering when I pulled her back up, facing the pain once again.

"Owwww!" she shrieked, trying desperately to squirm her way out of my grasp, but my talons were too strong for the hippogryph filly. Down she went again, her delicate lips stretching ever so slightly for my knot. I could only move my claws up and down a few feet, but that was enough to keep her riding me. I ravished her again and again, until I noticed the change I'd hoped for.

She was pushing along with me. Now, as I slid her down my dripping cock, she clenched down around me, humping her equine hips. A rippling pressure milked my primed and ready organ, and her cooperation didn't stop there. She lifted her hips against the barbs of her own free will, and to test my theory, I let go of her hips.

Sure enough, without guidance, Matra was riding me up and down again, still screeching at the sharp, intense pain, but panting and moaning now. She was tight - far tighter than Kreea, who could take my whole knot. That wasn't going to happen here, not just because if I tied with her, there'd be no way I could stop until her womb was sopping full of my cum. She just couldn't take it!

My tongue dangled out the side of my beak as I lay back and let her do all the work. Her filly haunches flew up and down, punctuated each time by the wet splurt of another shot of pre-cum. I could feel my balls growing cold-hot as they churned, getting ready for the final moment.

Finally, she rammed herself down, her black vulva kissing my swollen knot, and there she stayed. Matra dropped her jaw, eyes wide as her first orgasm hit her. Squaaaaaaaaaaaawk! Suddenly my entire length was treated to a tight, muscular massage as she clenched hard around me, her wide hips shuddering violently. I gasped for breath, holding my eager balls back from their dirty business. As much as it hurt me to do it, I had to pull the grade-schooler off my dick before I came.

I gripped her flanks and yanked upward.

Nothing happened.

Startled, I pulled harder, but Matra was resting her entire weight on my cock, and my pinned arms couldn't generate enough force. I wanted to bite my beak to hold myself back, but my jaw was pinned open. Her vagina trembled around me, caressing every inch. Oh no. Not like this...

Splurrrrrrrt! My balls squeezed visibly together, churning a first, hose-like gush into her fertile, unprotected passageway. My tip was pressed right up against her cervix, flooding her womb with my hot, bubbling gryphon seed. Matra may me only two years old, but she was definitely heat, and that could only mean one thing - her clutch was waiting and ready.

My horror quickly faded to lust, realizing that whatever happened, it was too late to take back now. I squawked with her, humping my hips up before releasing a second and third wave of thick, rich semen. Together, our cries echoed throughout the small bed room, Matra's equine rump milking me for all I was worth. And my heavy balls were worth a lot.

The young, hippogryph filly was far too small for a full-sized gryphon. The wet seal of her stretched, tear-drop vulva against my throbbing knot held, rope after rope of sticky cum pouring straight into her womb. I watched her belly swell with my continuous contributions, until her gut had rounded so much I couldn't even see her nubile, twin teats anymore. She gasped in shock when she looked down to see her bloated stomach, placing her talons on the still-swelling bulge. Closing her eyes, she tossed her head into the air and moaned, rocking her hips weakly around me.

Somewhere in there, drowning in my cum, were one or two eggs, and if they hadn't already been breached by the billions of sperm coating them, then I was dragon's cousin! She had no idea the consequences of what we'd done. She was just doing what her instincts told her to, and now she was going to be a young mother! Kreea was going to be furious, and the authorities were going to lock me up for years...

"Oh, Syrak," the shuddering hippogryph cried, patting her swollen belly contentedly.

I wanted to lean forward and kiss her, but she was too small for me to reach her with my shoulders tied down. Instead, I just whimpered and clenched my leonine balls. If I was going to blow the young girl's mind, I might as well go out with a bang. I trilled, and my next, thick spurt shot out of her, drenching our thighs and genitals. I'd filled her completely...not a cubic inch to spare in her distended, fertile uterus.

When her shuddering orgasm finally faded, Matra slowly picked herself off my cock, semen gushing out of her.

What the fuck was I going to do? Kreea surely couldn't be much longer! Her filly was pregnant, and the offspring were going to be white-feathered cub-foals, and I was dead.

Or so I thought.

* * * * * Click the sequel for the alternate, vore ending * * * * *

Matra reached up and removed the bar from my beak. I almost didn't know what to say, at first. I could talk again! Then I realized that I still had a shot.

"Matra?" I asked.

She murred at me, running her talons through the feathers on my chest, another splatter of cum falling from her withers onto my abs. "Yeah?"

"Do you have any...gryphon classmates?"

She blinked. The question had come from nowhere. "Huh? Yeah, Pyrric. He looks a lot like you, actually," she added, smiling.

"Great!" I said, too eagerly. "Okay, Matra, I need you to listen, and do me a favor, okay?"

"What?"

"First, you can't tell your mother anything about what just happened between us. That's the most important rule, okay?"

"Why not?" she asked, her beak grimacing at the thought.

"She'd be mad. And...jealous that I wanted you. Just don't, okay? Promise." I could do this, I could. No one would need to know...

"I promise."

I hurried along, crossing my talons. "Second...I need you to do this with Pyrric."

"What??" she squeaked, shocked.

"He won't need much convincing. Tomorrow at school, ignore anything your mother tells you about sex. Don't take no for an answer - grab Pyrric and take him to the janitor's closet, or wherever you can be alone."

She snorted, mincing her hind feet. "I can't do that! Pyrric is...gross."

"You have to. Just trust me," I pleaded, widening my eyes for her benefit. "Go in there and lift your tail and don't let him leave until he fills up your stomach just like I did, okay?"

She was hesitating. My whole plan hinged on her willingness to pin her pregnancy on the two-year-old gryphon. Smiling, I said, "If you do, I promise to get you a pony..."

Quivering, Matra met my eyes and smiled. "I promise."