Ingress: Curiosity
Roughly a year and a half after First Ingress
David panted faintly as he picked the cotton, hunched over in the sun, picking up handfuls of the wispy material and throwing it in a sack on his shoulder.
It had been shown that humans were almost twice as fast at picking cotton than ponies. Where a pony could buck a tree, collect apples, and carry heavy loads, actually picking things up was where humans had an edge over them.
The fact that David was black was an issue that the ponies had been blissfully unaware of. When he had first been asked to pick cotton, he had thought it a joke. But his 'hoofer', a sland for 'handler' that ponies had adopted, was completely serious.
But the money was very good, as with all Equestrian jobs, so David had taken the job without complaint.
His hoofer was a griffon, a shrewd businesswoman with a keen eye and an even keener beak and claws. She went by the name 'Zephyr', and her gentle name was nowhere near as gentle as her exterior. Standing at a full four feet tall, she outweighed even the six-foot-one David. David was under no illusions: if it came to a fight, Zephyr would overpower him with ease. Even the unicorns, the 'weakest' of the races, were shown to be slightly more powerful, pound-for-pound, than a human.
David wiped the sweat from his brow, and then turned on his heel, heading for the storage shed with his bag of cotton. He neatly tied off the end, and then hefted it up onto the stack of bags already inside the shed.
He was being paid two hundred dollars a day, and even though he was the only one working the field, it was good money for the work he was doing.
Celestia had proven herself a shrewd businesswoman. She had set up exports to the human world through the large portal. They exported everything: gems, gold, even special pegasus weather teams trained to keep the tumultuous earth weather under a tight rein and allow proper cyclic weather patterns to be established for optimal growth.
In return, Celestia had accepted human money. This had seemed silly, at the time, seeing as Celestia had very little need for human services or products, and especially given that humans could not enter the pony world without fatal magical allergies.
But then, a year after what was called 'first ingress', the ponies had discovered that their magical suppressants served to allow humans safe passage to Equestria. A simple pill every twenty-four hours would suffice.
And then Celestia had put pressure on the governments of earth to allow 'recreational' and 'work' visits to Equestria by the humans. Using the wealth she had amassed, Celestia could pay human workers an absurd salary for menial tasks, and free up ponies for other things. Now humans were working everywhere, from cider making, to cotton-picking. And the pay was good enough that the governments of earth couldn't even complain that the humans were being mistreated.
David wasn't much one for politics however. He just knew that he worked, he got paid, he had somewhere to sleep, and food in his belly at the end of the night.
Zephyr, however, put him on edge. She had some aura about her, like that one guy where David grew up that he knew was packing heat. This was someone you didn't mess with. And he caught her staring at him sometimes, with a very odd expression in her golden eyes.
David closed the door to the cotton shed, and then made his way up to the farm house, washing his hand in the bathroom before going anywhere, to get the plant fibres and sap off his fingers. He rubbed his fingertips together as he made his way towards the kitchen, finding Zephyr sitting at the table, a logbook sitting in front of her, open, and a pair of glasses perched on her beak.
Spectacles for vision-correction was a rather new thing for Equestria. Most of their spectacles had been used just as reading glasses for mild eye problems. Humans had shown them how to create lenses capable of correcting vision. Zephyr had a mild case of hyperopia, or 'far sightedness', and the spectacles had enabled her to learn to read. She was a frighteningly fast study, and had picked up accounting in mere weeks.
"Finished the far field, boss," David said, holding up a hand in greeting.
Zephyr cast her gaze towards the clock on the wall, and then back to him, blinking once. "You made good time. You seem to be getting faster."
"Just getting used to the heat, I guess?" David offered by way of explanation with a sheepish shrug.
"I knew it was the right decision to pay you by the field," Zephyr said with a smile on her beak, looking down at her numbers again.
"And I get more free time...?" David said hopefully.
Zephyr waved a forepaw carelessly. "Go, enjoy your afternoon."
"Thank you, ma'am." David nodded and smiled, backing out of the kitchen.
David headed for the lake first. It wasn't very far away from the cotton fields, close enough that he had to scrape some cotton from the surface of the water when he went for a swim there.
Stopping at the waterside, David looked about furtively, and then stripped off his clothes, tossing them aside, before wading out into the water and diving into it. The cool liquid enveloped his naked form, and he came up for air with a sigh of relief. It was always nice to have a swim after building up a sweat picking all the cotton.
The rest of David's afternoon plan was lazing in the lake, for the most part. Dinner would be at sunset, and that was hours off yet.
A rustle of movement disturbed David, and he blinked up at the sky, jolted out of his trance-like state, immediately rolling over and standing up in the water, to ensure that he was all covered.
Zephyr was sitting at the water's edge, her tail curled around her forelegs like a cat waiting patiently for a mouse to come out of its hole.
"Zephyr?" David asked, self-consciously lowering himself a little bit further in the water, just to make sure nothing was visible.
The griffon inclined her head in affirmation for a moment, before fixing him with her piercing stare. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to town for a little while. I will be back before dinner."
David nodded self-consciously.
"Is there anything you need from in town?" Zephyr asked.
David shook his head. "No thank you, ma'am."
"Very well," Zephyr responded, giving him an up-and-down stare before turning and leaping into the air, spreading her wings.
David watched the griffin receding into the distance, making absolutely sure she was gone before he pulled himself out of the water and pulled his clothes on.
David was swinging idly back and forth as he lazed in the hammock, a piece of straw in his mouth protruding from under the wide-brimmed straw hat. He was wearing nothing but his pants, with his shoes sitting on the ground next to him. Nike's, in fact. Most of the human supplies came from back at earth, thankfully.
There was a thud, and the rustle of feathers, and David looked up to find Zephyr calmly stepping towards the front door, offering him a glance before pushing inside, bags slung over her rump.
There was the thud of things being put down inside, and then being sorted and placed in their correct areas. After a few minutes the front door opened again, and Zephyr appeared at the side of the hammock.
David blinked once, raising a brow at the griffon. "Something wrong?"
"Oh, nothing is wrong," Zephyr replied calmly, giving him a once-over with her piercing gaze. "Just... curious."
"Curious?" David asked, tilting his head slightly to the side and pushing the brim of his hat upwards.
"Your musculature is most interesting," Zephyr said, taking a step forwards and lifting one of her yellow forepaws up to rest on his lower stomach. "What are these called?"
David squirmed on reflex, the muscles in his stomach convulsing as her clawtips tickled across them. "Those're my abs."
"Do all humans have them?" Zephyr queried, delicately tracing a clawtip over the muscles there.
"The ones who work out," David responded with a single blink, peering down at her.
The griffon hummed thoughtfully at that, peering up at him. The soft blue markings around her eyes gave her a quite fierce appearance, no matter her expression.
"And these?" Zephyr asked moving her clawtip up to one of his nipple curiously. "Do all of your males have teats?"
David shivered and pushed her claw away, frowning. "Well yes and no. They're there, but they don't serve any real purpose. They're just... there."
"How strange," Zephyr murmured, casting her gaze across his form again, picking up one of his arms and straightening it out, staring along the length of it. "Your skin has a very interesting tone."
"Why're you so interested in me all of a sudden?" David asked, raising a brow at the griffon.
Zephyr gave a soft hum at that, looking him over again and then giving a sly smile. "I must say, when I saw you in the lake..."
David slowly lifted his eyebrows again.
The griffon smiled wickedly, licking the edges of her beak. "Your body is so very alien and strange... but alluring."
Tilting his head to the side, David looked the griffon up and down. "How do you mean?"
"Shhh," Zephyr murmured, stroking her claws across his stomach again. "Just leave me to my exploring. These, take them off." One of Zephyr's clawtips found the hem of his pants, and she tugged at them pointedly.
David blinked slowly, lifting a hand and tugging her claw away. "Nono," he said, shaking his head slowly. "I'm not wearing anything underneath!"
Zephyr gave him a pointed stare, one of her ears perking upwards as her tail gave an impatient flick. "That is the point!"
Pursing his lips, David stared at the griffon for a long moment, before deciding that his job future was worth more to him than a little embarrassment, and shrugging inwardly. Zephyr was a very forward griffon, if she had any ulterior motives, it was unlikely she'd keep them from him. She probably really was just interested in him in a purely curious way, like a scientist with a new species of animal.
With a few shifts of his body, David undid the button and zipper of his jeans, and then pushed them down to his knees, before lifting his legs and kicking them off, dropping them to the ground. Immediately, the lines of the hammock made themselves known on his bare ass, and he shifted to try and get comfortable, keeping his legs together. "Happy?"
"Quite," Zephyr stated, as she turned and inspected his feet. First she looked at the tendons of his ankle, tracing them with a clawtip. She looked at his toes, his foot, tickled him unintentionally at the inside arch of his foot, and then moved onto his lower leg. His kneecap earned a few prods and pushes of her gentle talons, before she trailed her touch up to his thigh, kneading slowly. "These muscles are quite toned," she pointed out calmly.
"I do spend most days walking on them," David pointed out, squirming slightly in place at both the pressure of the hammock, and the feel of the griffon touching him.
"Spread them," Zephyr stated, tapping one of his thighs calmly.
"What is this, a road stop?" David joked.
Zephyr gave him a blank stare, her eyes slowly narrowing.
"Sheesh, fine," David amended, looking away in mild embarrassment as he shifted and then spread his thighs. "Keep your damn claws away from my bits, though."
The gryphon gave a thoughtful hum, trailing clawtips right up the length of his inner thigh, and then back down, tracing the muscles of his leg down to where they joined at his knee. "Such strange musculature..." She pushed at his foot with a forepaw, "Press your leg against my paw."
David did as asked, pushing upwards with his foot, making the muscles in his leg tense. Immediately, Zephyr began to knead at the muscles curiously, testing their tone and strength. "Veeery nice," she hissed softly, grinning.
"Are you done yet?" David asked, pursing his lips.
"Oh goodness no," Zephyr said with a shake of her head, licking the edges of her beak again. "I still must inspect more of you."
The griffon's gentle forepaws trailed up his hips and across his stomach, pausing for a moment as she peered at his groin. "Why... why does it have hair?" she asked nonchalantly, as though she were looking at him like a piece of meat.
"I... honestly couldn't tell you," David said with a helpless shrug.
A soft 'tch' sound left the griffon as she trailed her clawtips across his stomach again, tracing a line down across his side from his stomach to his thigh, giggling at the way his muscles reacted to it.
"Sit up for me, I want to see how your muscles move," Zephyr demanded.
David sat up for her, wriggling into a more comfortable position, having to pull himself up further into the hammock.
Without any hesitation, Zephyr leapt nimbly up into the hammock as well, making it rock back and forth.
"What're you doing?" David asked, blinking once at the griffon.
"Seducing you," Zehpyr said matter-of-factly, leaning in close again, her wings ruffling softly as she shifted them.
"W-what?" David asked, his eyes widening. He moved to cover himself, but Zephyr beat him to it, one of her scaly forepaws suddenly gripping around his member, stroking slowly up and down it.
David grit his teeth in surprise, tensing up all over, staring down at the griffon who just stared back with a sly grin. "I-I thought you were just examining me!"
"I was inspecting my prospective mate," Zephyr stated in response.
"But I don't want to!" David retorted helplessly.
Zephyr gave a curious hum at that, looking downwards. "Your mouth says no, but your body knows what it wants."
David cursed quietly under his breath. His traitorous penis was already stiffening in the griffon's grasp. In his relatively short time among ponies and griffons, David had learned that female griffons were the sexual aggressors, and that mating in griffon culture could be sometimes likened to 'rape'.
"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" David asked with a faint, defeated sigh.
Zephyr shook her head slowly. "At least, not with all your body parts intact."
"Might as well just lay back and enjoy it, huh?" David asked placidly.
"Enjoy it immensely," Zephyr stated with a slow, sly grin.
David sighed faintly, relaxing back into the hammock and staring at the griffon. He remembered what it was like trying to tell her 'no' the first time she wanted to try the brandy he had brought with him from earth. He had told her 'no' for an hour, until she had forcefully taken a small amount of the brandy and recompensed him with hard cash. The fact that she had spent the next hour throwing up was completely immaterial to her. She got what she wanted.
Zephyr crooned faintly, peering down at the stiffened member in her paw with a curious gaze, her eyes narrowing. She gently stroked it up and down, giving a low 'rllll'ing sound in the back of her throat, her tail twitching eagerly back and forth. She leaned in close, inspecting the member, gazing at it intently.
"This is... impressively large," Zephyr breathed, her exhalation tickling against David's pubic hair.
"You do know what they say about black men," David stated with a grin.
"No? What do they say?" Zephyr asked, confused.
David blinked at that, and then gave an awkward smile. "That black people have tremendous dicks?"
"They were not lying," Zephyr breathed, stroking at it slowly, grinning as she stared at it, almost seeming entranced. "You are fully aroused, yes?"
David nodded mutely.
"No barbs... much larger than a griffon would ever be... I must say, I'm going to enjoy this," zephyr purred, licking her beak again. With a soft croon, the griffon leaned forwards, and then gently swirled her tongue along the underside of the length of David's cock, making the human arch and shudder in surprise and delight.
Zephyr giggled, tilting her head and rubbing her smooth beak against the throbbing member, squeezing the base with her forepaw. "Yesss, I will enjoy this."
David was given no warning as the female griffon climbed up his form, her powerful forepaws pressing down on his chest, kneading slowly like a cat. She sinuously slid into his lap, beginning to slowly grind herself against him, pushing his stiffened member against his own stomach. David could feel the soft, slightly moist, and surprisingly warm lips of the griffon's eager sex against his member, grinding against him slowly.
"Do you want me?" Zephyr asked, breathing the words against his ear and then exhaling heatedly over his earlobe, purring.
David bit his bottom lip, and then nodded. "Yes."
"Good boy," Zephyr crooned, as she sinuously arched her hips up and adjusted her angle, a forepaw sliding down between their legs, gripping his member until her eager cunt touched the tip of his member. With a soft squawk and a low groan from the human, Zephyr shoved herself down over his member, sinking him deep inside her aching body. Instantly, a warm tightness enveloped him, squeezing reassuringly around the base of his member while the griffon rolled her hips eagerly back and forth, grinding her soft inner depths around the stiffened member.
David's hands automatically went to her hips, gripping them and squeezing them gently, gritting his teeth as she continued to roll her hips. With a sly grin down at him, Zephyr lifted her hips, and then dropped them firmly, grinding herself down over him as she gave a breathy exhalation of delight. "This is so much better without the barbs!"
David bared his teeth for a moment, before biting his bottom lip. "Z-zephyr. Can we change positions?"
A soft hiss of anger left the griffon. "Is this not good enough for you?!" she asked, her eyes flashing as she raked her claws across his chest, drawing thin lines of red, though not actually breaking the skin. She punctuated her question with a harsh grind of her hips against his own.
"Rope burn!" David hissed, clenching his teeth and trying to push the griffon off his form. "It's too heavy!"
"Deal with it!" Zephyr growled, pinning him down with her forepaws all the more firmly and beginning to move her hips with a more eager, firm motion.
David panted faintly, grinding against the griffon in counterpoint, gritting his teeth at the marks being etched into his bare flesh by her motions. With a quick shift of his body, he made her forepaws slip to the side of his chest, right onto the hammock itself. He pushed her hips up with his hands, sliding himself out of her, and then sliding right off the hammock.
A cry of anger and a hiss of malice met his actions, but Zephyr soon found herself with her forepaws rather stuck in place. Grinning wickedly, David gripped her rump in both arms and then tugged it down onto the ground, so that the griffon was standing on her hindlegs, her upper body entangled in the hammock, unable to get free of it. "Let me go!"
"I rather like this," David said with a shake of his head, looking down for a moment at the griffon's haunches. Her tail was flicking angrily back and forth, and he had fleeting glimpses of the pink of her cunt, shiny with the moisture slowly drooling down her inner thighs.
"I swear to Celestia, if you-" Zephyr never finished her sentence, trailing off into a soft chirp of surprise and a low groan of delight as David gripped her hips and then shoved himself back inside her.
Almost immediately, Zephyr began to push her hips back against him, groaning faintly under her breath, stirring her hips about to increase the delightful friction of the long member inside her body.
"Ohhh, does the birdy like it when she being controlled?" David teased, stroking a hand across one of her wings slowly as he drew back and then thrust forwards.
Zephyr tried to frame a retort, and a denial, but gave out into soft whimpers as David wrapped his arms around her chest and began to fuck her properly, sliding back and then thrusting deep into her convulsing body, spreading her around his member. The griffon's slick inside constantly squeezed and gripped at his thrusting member, cinching down around the base of it every time he hilted within her, squeezing and rippling, trying to coax out his seed.
"So tight and warm," David breathed against her ear, burying his face in her feathery ruff as he began to drive into the griffon with a more urgent pace, the soft, moist sounds of their joining becoming slowly louder with the more forceful fucking.
"B-better than your w-wimpy human girls?" Zephyr panted breathlessly back at him, gripping pawfuls of the hammock to help get traction to push back at him with, her entire form rocking in time with his thrust.
"Yessss," David hissed, biting his bottom lip so hard he almost broke the skin, starting to thrust into the griffon in a rough frenzy.
Zephyr whimpered faintly in delight, her wings fluttering as she shoved her hips back against him urgently. "I-inside me! Don't you d-dare pull out!"
David nodded against her neck, panting too hard to respond to her demands, his hands sliding down to grip her hips tightly. The griffon cried out in delight, her eyes going wide as David started to fuck her with an almost violent enthusiasm, grinding and shoving against her in a blur of blur of lustful intent.
Zephyr went weak in her hindlegs, her entire form quivering as she gave a cry like an eagle, beak parted and eyes clenched closed as a wash of her liquids drenched David's hips, lubricating his motions. Her depths cinched down around him almost painfully tight, squeezing and rippling, coaxing at his thrust cock.
David snarled against her neck, holding her hips tight as he shoved himself into the clenching, twitching and squeezing griffon cunt, buried deep inside as her kneading, milking convulsions teased his orgasm out of him, making him stiffen. He grunted and jerked against her several times, repeated hot blasts of human cum spurting into her depths, splattering across her inner walls and coating her squeezing depths in the liquid lust of another species.
Slowly, David drew back, panting for breath, sliding himself out of the griffon with a low groan, shaky-legged and panting hard. He collapsed on his side as Zephyr slumped against the hammock, giving a low, listless groan. A slick dribble of mixed liquids slowly drooped from her used cunt, wetting the ground.
"Was your curiosity sated?" David asked between pants, rolling to his knees and leaning over the griffon again, delicately untangling her forepaws from the netting.
"Quite," Zephyr panted, giving a low groan and sinking to the ground, leaving her rump in the air as she panted for breath.
After a long minute of silence, Zephyr rose on shaky legs, and then quite abruptly cuffed David with her wing, sending him tumbling onto his back.
"Don't you ever dare take control again!" she hissed heatedly, feathers standing on end.
David chuckled faintly, arching a brow lazily. "Does that mean there'll be a next time?"
David wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand as he finished locking up the wool shed, heading immediately for the house.
Throwing his hat on the hook next to the door, he barely lost a single stride as he moved towards the kitchen, sloughing his shirt and tossing it into the laundry on the way past.
Zephyr barely even looked up at his entry, perusing a line of figured in her little book.
David leaned over, plucking the glasses from her beak and placing them neatly on the counter. Zephyr gave a cry of annoyance, lifting a wing as though to cuff him.
David grinned, kissing the griffon and lifting a hand to knead at her wing slowly. Immediately, the griffon melted, giving a low croon affection and going slightly limp. Having been engaged with the griffon sexually for over a week, he knew exactly where to rub and press now, to get the griffon like putty in his hands. Wordlessly, David picked the griffon up and splayed her over the kitchen table, on her back. Her wings spread for balance, and an empty bowl clattered to the floor.
"What're you doing?" Zephyr asked, bewildered, as David began to kiss a trail down her stomach.
He grinned up at her innocently, kissing his way down between her legs, giving a teasing lick to her spread cunt. Zephyr gave a squawk of surprise at the new sensation, her eyes wide.
"Well, you did tell me that you were interested in human mating habits," David said with a sly grin up at her, before his eyes narrowed and his gaze hardened. Before he leaned in to lave his tongue against her again, he said quite sternly, "Now shut up, you're about to get a crash course in eating out."